Sucky Teacher....

[April]

I remember in second grade, it was winter and we were outside for recess. There was a bunch of ice around the bottom of the slide, but we were playing there anyway. i went down the slide, landed and then fell flat on my back.

no big deal I thought, and got inline to go again.

On the way down the second time, I reached up to smooth my hair back. At the bottom I looked at my hand and saw that it was covered in blood. THEN it was a big deal. The pain that I had forgotten about in order to go play suddenly became a reason for hysterics.

I just remember running to a teacher crying and screaming incoherantly.

They slapped a wet washcloth on it and called my mom. My mom came in, looked at it and said "you called me from work for THIS?"

THIS was this itty bitty cut on my head that stopped shortly after we applied pressure to it.

It was scary though LOL

[Skrae]

I'm accident prone, but I've been lucky with my accidents. The most that's happened at school was an extremely small sprain in gym when my hand got hit with a soccer ball (I seem to have problems with soccer balls as a few years earlier my cousin kicked a ball at me and hit my pinky and ring finger directly). Out of school though, I had my lung collapse, could have screwed up my junior year as I was in the hospital when there was a meet and greet night for the technical school juniors and seniors are able to attend classes at for free. Apparently, their line of thinking runs along these lines:
"Ok, you were in the hospital, but you really should have been here if you want the class."
Of course I'm sitting there in the hospital with a tube in my chest to drain the fluid that the collapsed lung allowed to build up in the chest cavity, an IV in my arm and hooked up to heartbeat and breathing monitors along with these things on my leg that inflate and deflate every few seconds to avoid a blood clot or something, I think my head was the only thing that wasn't tethered to something. Yeah, I'm gonna be right there, don't mind the bed I'm stuck in.

[CurlyLocks]

Wow... never thought I'd ever have had to say this, but... um... hooray for broken arms?

Strange but true!

[jb17kx]

I was never very good with injury at school, but thankfully none of my teachers were ever that sucky (some came close, though).

When I was 5 or 6 (year one), I fumbled a basketball catch from my PE teacher and broke both pinkies. My mother tells me that I carried on almost normally (bit of ice, all good) for the rest of the day, only breaking down when trying to open the car door.

After that I was allright for a few years, untill early in year 7, when I fell badly in a game of footbal and broke my right arm just above the wrist. Teacher in that case allow the not-so-resolute jb17kx to seek medical attention.

Then, not 6 months later I was walking past a doorway when a bubbleheaded female pushed it open and knocked me flying. Broke left wrist, although I initially thought it was just a bad jar and so continued with classes, sans my ability to write.

And to cap it all off, I broke the same wrist 4 months later, the weekend before a school camp. I went on the camp (browbeaten by a sucky teacher), and it took a bit of a beating.
It never properly healed, and now, 4 years later I still get twinges.

[tollbaby]

If I wasn't feeling well, I went to visit her on my lunch, and she'd give me Gatorade and crackers, plus painkillers or stomach meds, and let me nap for a while on one of the beds.

She's lucky she never got sued. It's illegal for medications to be dispensed in a school unless the school has a medical dispensing license and a professionally certified staff member (and no, a nurse is not necessarily certified to dispense meds), at least here in Canada.

[jb17kx]

In Australia, all that is required is for the nurse/staff member to hold an accepted first aid certificate, and the written concent of a parent (generally held on file). That's for things like paracetamol, don't know about stronger stuff.

[MystyGlyttyr]

My teachers tried, all failed.

Second grade teacher wouldn't let me go to the bathroom. (You'll notice this theme.) Come on, lady, this is a seven-year-old. And I didn't even have to leave the room, our class had it's own bathrooms at the back because HELLO, little kids have to go a LOT. So I asked to go and she said no. So, I figured the logical thing to do was go anyway...in my desk. Heh, they had to send my whole class out and clean everything up, and give me some pants out of the home-ec room to wear (my mom was called, she asked if they had clothes for me, they said yes, she said clean her up and change her, heh).

Then in high school, same issue. My chemistry teacher thought that since we were all "practically adults" that of course we would be able to hold it for an hour so no bathroom breaks from her class. That's all well and good except that some of us get bladder infections at the drop of a hat, so when the bladder says it's time to go, then damnit, it's time to go. She changed her tune after I informed her my mother said that if I didn't get bathroom breaks whenever I needed, that I had my mom's permission to pee on the teacher's desk.

Another time, the well pump broke (rural school), so the school was without running water. Well, the elementary students were rounded up to be sent home, but us high schoolers were going to have to stay because "we didn't need it so much". HA! BULLSHEET. Aside from just plain filthiness that would come from it, some of us (me and my best friend Samantha) were having our monthlies, making running water a necessity, cough cough. Needless to say, we were both quite cranky, and after some yelling on the phone from my mother (that's another trend, heh), not only did we leave, but we took along a few classmates as well who got permission to ride home with us. The school did shut down for the rest of the day after all, simply because enough of the kids bailed anyway and there really wasn't anything the administration could do about it.

Me and my bladder are both happy to be out of that place, yo.

[Skandranon]

The only time I remember getting badly injured in school was in high school, playing soccer in the gym for PE. Twisted around the wrong way to kick at the ball. Leg felt a bit achy, but not hurt or anything, so I just kept playing. Didn't notice anything unusual until lunch. It still hurt a little, so I lifted up my pants sleeve to scratch at it, and discovered a massive and fast growing swelling. Apparently I'd sprained it.

Days before the annual Nutcracker performance, too, and me as the Mouse Queen. My mother was furious with me, and made me play the role anyway, though I got cut from all the other dances.

Lots of leaping in that part. Lots. Yeah, she and I don't really get along.

...No wait! I remember my other injury. Elementary school, parent/teacher day. We were playing hide 'n' tag on the playground, or what passed for one. This was a rapidly growing part of Atlanta, so the playyard was littered with trailers that served as extra classrooms. The "It" runs around a corner and spots me, so I turn to bolt... right into the air conditioning attachment of one of the trailers. Cut my eyebrow in two. Hurt, yeah, and blood started dripping down my shirt. But then I thought, "Hey, I get to go walk up to my mom looking like this. Cool." So I did, and the teachers and other parents freaked, and my mom dumped the ice in her drink into a napkin and stuck it on me. Three stitches and I got to miss the rest of my classes, so s'all good.

[myswtghst]

She's lucky she never got sued. It's illegal for medications to be dispensed in a school unless the school has a medical dispensing license and a professionally certified staff member (and no, a nurse is not necessarily certified to dispense meds), at least here in Canada.

Well, I'm in the US (outside Chicago, to be specific) and I'm not sure what exactly the rules are around here, but this was also over 10 years ago. So far as I know, she was allowed, though I'm pretty sure our parents signed a release form before we could be given anything, and all she gave out were the standards--Tylenol/Ibuprofen, Tums and Alka Seltzer.

[Gawdzillers]

No injuries that I can recall at school, but my first grade teacher was mentally retarded or something.

At least twice, I was doing the Ol' Number Two in our class bathroom (because as before, little kids have to pee a lot), and she just barges in on me, opens the door wide enough for the whole class to see my undersized first-grade junk.

In classic South park style, I now say this: "Mrs. Thompson, God damn it."

[Miss Maple Leaf]

If You Happen to be Reading This, Teach, I Don't Blame You in the Slightest

This happened when I was in Grade 1, and it's not a sucky teacher story, but it is a school injury story:

It was Winter, and we had a substitute teacher that day. I was putting on my snow gear near the classroom door as I usually did, when the sub went to close it. To this day I'm still not sure how exactly it happened, but my right middle finger got caught in the doorway when it closed.

I yelled out loud (probably heard me in every part of the in the school) and she quickly wrenched the door open. I looked at my finger and the nail had been torn right off the skin and was now just barely hanging on, and blood was pouring from the wound. Naturally, I burst into tears.

Luckily for me, my mom had entered the school to pick me up and heard my yell so she came running. When she saw me standing there, holding my hurt finger and crying, she rushed me to the nearest girl's bathroom (which was right next door) and stopped the bleeding. After that, she clipped the nail off when we got home, and I got to watch as a new nail grew in its place, which for my 6 year old self was one of the coolest things ever.

[Gawdzillers]

I got to watch as a new nail grew in its place, which for my 6 year old self was one of the coolest things ever.

Hell, I think it's cool even now.

[Miss Maple Leaf]

Hell, I think it's cool even now.

So do I, but since all of my fingernails are intact it's not something I can observe any more. At least, not without whacking a few more fingernails off, which I'm not going to do.

[Binky]

I was thrown into detention for being sick once. Granted I was about 17, but I was sick as a dog in the morning, and I mean SICK, mum said I should try and go to school anyways but because I was sick I got up out of bed a little too late (you know because I was throwing up and all) and when i got to school my head of house went right off at me because I was not at my designated pre-fects duty that morning. I explained I was very ill and that I had been throwing up all morning. NUP didn't cut it, I got detention for being SICK. Stupid wench of a woman. Twas my only detention, and I'm still annoyed about it to this day!

[Sliceanddice]

ok she is sucky but i got you one better. I have a learning disorder, and i was in speech therapy most of young life, and no one ever caught on because the speech therapy taught me some tricks to work around my disability and i read more advanved books in a larger quantiy than anyone else my age (btw i am dsylexic and have a few other learning disorders). In sixth grade i dont have my favorite teacher because the girl who was making my life a living hell by bulling me and beating me up then playing the vistum when i turned her into the principal desides she wanted to be in her class, then changed schools two weeks into the new years. Our teacher is strict and you have to do certain things like write in a journal in cursive and you know some stuff deslexia wont let me do, and he starts failing me (and a few other childern of 'minority back ground') right away. Because of this i cant go on our first field trip. My parents find out, and they all but threaten to sue the school and the teacher for everythign they have. So i finally get tested, and guess what, not only am i not mentally retard (which btw is what my teacher said, that i was obviousle retarded and need to be put in special ed) but my IQ was 139, higher than his, and i was a few points away from genius. This did not surprise my parents, who had my brother tested a few years before when he got bored in his classes, because he was a year ahead of everyone because i taught him what i new in the second grade before he entered, and he scored somethign like 165, so yeah my parents genes equal smart kids. to add to this um selective failing of 'retarded' (just say Indian, Black and [in my case] Fat you jackass) kids, it was found out, a few years after i left the school, the pretty little white girls who passed with out problems all those years where being sexually molest by him.

Your teacher was bad, but that award belongs to mine.