Sucky Teacher....

[NotSoInnocent]

And the award for Sucky Teacher goes to my oldest's First Grade instructor.

First, my daughter is normally very active. In fact she gets in trouble for her inability to sit still and quiet. She is constantly moving.

Given this knowledge... what do you think should have happened when such a child sits in a corner with her head down all day and complains of a tummy ache, a head ache and not feeling well.

Perhaps... send the child to the nurse's office? Maybe take her temperature? Call her parents?

Apparently the answer is "Do nothing."

I picked up my daughter from school yesterday to find her pale, sweating and generally miserable. I was told how she'd behaved during the day and immediately took her home to take her temperature which was .... 104.8!!!!:eek: WTF??!!:burneyes:

I got her temperature down as fast as I safely could and held her hair while she threw up all night. She won't be going to school for the rest of the week as she's still running a slight fever. Had I been informed of her illness earlier in the day, I would have been able to take care of her that much sooner. I'm just sooooo angry!

This teacher allowed my child to sit in class all day while sick without taking any steps to help! How is that justified?????

[air914]

It's not - there are some people that I just don't understand why they become teachers - if you hate kids, this is NOT the profession for you!

My brother had a teacher who wore hoochie momma clothes, DIDN'T know the subject she was teaching (made several errors when talking to my parents about the subject she supposedly knows and is teaching), and she was complaining b/c basically my brother was smarter than she was and didn't show her a lot of respect........ (this was in middle school by the way). Unfortunately, despite her lack of proper clothing, manners, or teaching ability - this woman had somehow become tenured - the only reason I can figure it out is b/c she was a minority. I'm all for capable people being in the workplace but I don't think that has to be based upon your color, sex, or sexual preference.... I understand why affirmative action was started, but I think at this point the best person for the job is the one that should be hired - not the one you're hiring to "make quota"....

Sorry I don't mean to start a debate there..... just angers me when people are afraid to fire an incompetent person b/c of their skin color, sex, or sexual preference........

Anyway I'm sorry your child is sick and had to go through this - hope she feels better soon!

[draftermatt]

I hope you called the school and complained about the teacher.

[SnapAddict218]

I would speak directly to the teacher. While s/he probably should have noticed that your daughter was sweating, pale and generally ill looking, I'd want to know from them what the deal was. Not excusing this, but is her class very large? The trouble with large classes is that so many kids get left behind or over looked, and this is one of the ways.

In any event, I hope she feels better soon!!

[FormerCallingCardRep]

My 16 year old has a cardiac condition. At the beginning of the school year each of her teachers were given a fact sheet about her cardiac condition along with a written note from her cardiologist about her restrictions and that she was to be allowed to have a water bottle on her at all times.

About a month and a half ago I get a call from the school nurse that my daughter was on her way to the hospital. Her heart rate was at 240 beats per minute. Once I got to the hospital and talked to my daughter I found out that she was sitting in French class having chest pains and shortness of breath and her teacher would not send her to the nurse. Her teacher kept yelling at her that she did not bring in her midterms signed (I had forgot to sign them before I left for work). I was furious. They got her heart calmed down and I got her home later that afternoon.

That night the French teacher called me to tell me that my daughter did not bring in the signed midterms. I proceded to ask her why she did not let her go to the nurse. I then informed her that if it ever happened again that I would take her before the board of education. She knew that my daughter was a cardiac patient, she had a copy of the information, she had no excuse. My daughter sits right in front of her desk.

[air914]

FormerCallingCardRep - what was the teacher's reply to you? I'm curious.......

How are signed midterms more important than a sick child? Stupid teacher..... makes me want to homeschool if I ever have kids - or maybe just hire a private tutor (when I win the lottery)..... b/c I know I suck at math and I don't want to screw my kids up on that one...

[FormerCallingCardRep]

She kept on telling me that she was fine in class. I have talked to her friend who 1) is also a cardiac patient and 2) walked her down to the nurse's office and she said that my daughter was as white as a sheet even before she went into French class.

[tamezin]

This teacher allowed my child to sit in class all day while sick without taking any steps to help! How is that justified?????

My daughter's teacher can share the award. I came home from work about a month ago, my husband told me to take a look at my daughter (he can probably have an award for do nothing Dad). :eek:

My daugher was broken out in hives from head to toe. Not a minor break out, big angry red welts. She was beginning to have difficulty breathing. Her teacher let her sit in class all day like this, did not send her to a nurse, did not call anyone. I was furious. I called the school to talk to the school nurse, who was unavailable. I instead spoke to the principle who did not know the school policy for situations like this. :confused:

[reformedwaitress]

Some teachers are just not supposed to be teachers. You should teach your daughter that if she ever has this problem again she should try to talk to someone else at lunch or recess or a bathroom break or something -- go find a nurse or a principal. Even if it might "get her in trouble" it's better than her being there sick! You also might want to the principal about this -- if your daughter is / was contagious, this could cause problems at the school.

When I was in first grade, I was the same way -- I was a ball of energy. And one day I felt really really bad and the teacher would not let me go anywhere or call my mom. So at lunch I went to the other side of the cafeteria and told the other teacher I was sick and needed the nurse and she felt my head and immediately scooped me up and took me upstairs. I had strep throat and a fever of I think 103 so they called my mom.

That teacher got a talking to from the principal because I could have been contagious and contaminating the class / school. Strep throat did go around that year much worse than usual in our school.

[FormerCallingCardRep]

I think I jinxed myself. She had not had an incident in since the day involving the French teacher until today. She was in middle of her English test when it happened. She is now resting comfortably in her own bed.

[ditchdj]

As a fellow educator I have to weigh in. Being a teacher today is really tough. They have a lot riding on them now thanks to "No Child Left Behind" and more pressure to accomodate ALL types of kids (no matter what disabilities they have)and get those scores up and keep order in that classroom. That and schools are much more nonhesitant to fire teachers that they feel dont "perform up to standards". In some classes things go better when there's a co-teacher or a Special Ed instuctor helps during the day. Sometimes there isn't and it can cause a teacher to let a couple of kids "fall through the cracks" if not reminded of this. If your child is generally disruptive schools used to suspend them or send them to alternative schools that cater to your kid's special kind of needs. In order to save money and "civil rights groups" they just get lumped in with the other kids now. If, normally a child is disruptive a lot then the teacher responded correctly by placing the child and his or her desk in the corner to minimize that. I'm not excusing what this teacher did. She DID make a mistake in not sending your child to the nurse. But understand she likely did NOT do it just because she doesnt like her job or just "hates kids". She may have been flustered because several other kids have asked to see the nurse over petty things like having a headache or bumping into someone. When it happens a lot during the day it can be really easy to overlook something more serious.

What I would do is have a civilized discussion with the teacher about what happened. She will likely apologize, take it as a mistake learned, and be more careful in looking out for these kinds of things.

[NotSoInnocent]

If, normally a child is disruptive a lot then the teacher responded correctly by placing the child and his or her desk in the corner to minimize that.

If the teacher had been the one to put her in a corner because she was acting up... I would have been fine with it.

My daughter sat quietly... on her own. She wasn't getting up. She wasn't making noise. She wasn't being disruptive at all. She was being completely different from her usual self. The only time she spoke up was when she told her teacher that she didn't feel well.

The problem that I had is that the teacher told me that she had noticed the behavior change and the complaints about a tummy ache and head ache.... and still didn't send her to the nurse or have me called.

[tollbaby]

My son had what we *thought* was a migraine the other day (he's 8)... headachy, somewhat nauseated, and reacting VERY badly to any light. So I gave him some children's tylenol, let him go to bed at 6:30 and checked on him periodically throughout the night. (no fever). The next morning, he seemed better, said his head was still a bit sore, so I gave him some more tylenol, but he insisted he was fine to go to school (for my oddball children, there is no punishment greater than a PD day or *GASP* summer vacation).

Teacher calls me around 2:30. Turns out he's spent the ENTIRE DAY crying that his head hurt and he even threw up round about lunch time (he hadn't eaten anything since lunch the day before though, so he only puked once). She was just calling to let me know he was sleeping in the nurse's office. errr... WTF? I'm coming to get him! but at that point, he piped up that he was feeling MUCH better and that he wanted to take the bus home with his friends, so the teacher passed him the phone and I chatted with him to make sure he really *was* feeling better... he got to take the bus home.

But seriously. My kid's crying and puking? CALL ME!!!! I'd have gone to the next town (where he goes to school) to pick him up!!! *grumble* Thank goodness, it wasn't a migraine.... but unfortunately, it was a virus and we passed it around to EVERYBODY at daycare *sigh* My daughter, luckily, has NOT caught it :D Constitution of a horse, that kid.

[reformedwaitress]

I asked my Momma, who is a pre-k teacher and has been for over 30 years, about this because I knew she would have a closer view on it than I would and she agreed that with a change THAT drastic (especially in a child that young) that the teacher should have at the very least taken the child to the nurse, but should have also called the parent.

I know that teaching today is difficult because of all the rules and regulations put on by the governments but that does not change the fact that teachers are responsible for the children in their care. A good teacher should be able to tell a change that drastic in a child -- especially at 6, when they have the same children all day every day. I'm not trying to start a debate and I'm not saying that all teachers are bad, but this teacher, in this situation, was very very sucky.

[CrazedClerk]

Some teachers I suppose feel their job is simply to teach and don't really put too much effort into caring about the physical health of the students they teach.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Okay, time now for my tale of woe:

I was in first grade and did not yet have glasses. On one day in winter, I was screwing around with some classmates at recess and one of them threw a snowball at me. A snowball containing a large chunk of ice and some flecks of gravel.

And it hit me right in the eye. Imagine taking a sharp steak knife and plunging it straight into your eyeball. That is how painful it was.

When recess was over. I went straight to the teacher and asked to be sent home. My elementary school did not have a nurse at the time. It also turned out that my regular teacher was gone and we had a substitute instead.

So I got sent to the principal's office and the prinicpla asked to have a look at my eye. But it hurt so bad I could not open it to let him have a look at it. So he assumed I was faking the whole thing and sent me back to class.

I think I then went to the school social worker and got the same answer. Because I couldn't let her look at my eye I must be faking being hurt so I can get out of a test or something. I got sent back to class.

I couldn't focus on any lessons or eat lunch or do anything because all I could think about was how badly my eye hurt. Sometime in the day I snuck out of class and went to the office to try and call my mom or something, and got nowhere there either. In fact, the principal, who was a rather large and intimidating man, threatened to give me a spanking when I returned to the office begging to be let out of school.

I ended up having to struggle through the day and then when school was out I was staggering around the playground looking for my mom's car. She picked me up and whisked me right to the eye doctor, who noticed that I had a massive scratch on my eye and I had to wear an eye patch for a while.

Mom was so mad she wanted to bring me right back to school and tear the principal a new one, but I got terrified and begged her not to, because of the spanking he threatened me with. She did it a different day instead, without me being present. He changed his tune and apologized profusely to me and punished the kid who threw the snowball.

So I can definitely understand how children who are obviously sick get ignored. Some teachers just don't care about the welness of their students,are too busy to even notice, or in my case, assume it's an excuse to ditch class.

And I still have problems with that eye.

[Giggle Goose]

In fact, the principal, who was a rather large and intimidating man, threatened to give me a spanking when I returned to the office begging to be let out of school.


Did you go to Catholic school, IPF? That's the only place I'd imagine a principal would threaten you with spanking.

I've resisted the urge to weigh in until now. I'm a sub, and in my first-grade class yesterday there were lots of kids who were whining that they had to go to the nurse. There was one girl who got a nosebleed at recess, and I could tell she wasn't well because she was laying with her head down and kids came up to me and told me "I think something's wrong with [little girl]." I took her to the nurse immediately. You come to learn with experience what is a legit problem. In the case of NSI's daughter, the teacher should be ashamed. If an energetic child is not acting like themselves, then it's pretty obvious what to do.

[CurlyLocks]

Slightly OT - how about school nurses who seem like they hate kids? When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, I came in from a normal, active recess feeling quite ill. I felt hot and very nauseous and the teacher let me go to the nurse. So when the nurse takes one look at me she hisses "That one's been running!" Yes, it's shocking, absolutely shocking, that an 8 year old would be running around at recess! She directed such venom at me and showed no concern whatsoever that I felt sick - just seemed totally po'd that I had been running. Since when is a nurse supposed to pass judgment on a patient who is sick? Especially a child!

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Did you go to Catholic school, IPF? That's the only place I'd imagine a principal would threaten you with spanking.



Nope, I went to public school.

[mariamousie1]

Reminds me of that scene in Overboard where Goldie Hawn gets called to the school because the kids are refusing to work, and when she gets there she realizes they have head to toe poison oak. She completely told off the idiot teacher, and it was beautiful. :p I know it was a movie but it was one of my favourite scenes.

[April]

I must have gone to a great school becaue I was a massive hypochondriac. I was in the nurse's office at least once a day, if not more.

They always took my temp. told me I was fine and to go back to class :)

I was so bad that the school nurse recognized me ten years later!

[Anakah]

That reminds me when I was in the third grade and I fell from a high distance. I was playing tag (I know, my fault there!) and was getting ready to go down the high pole, slipped and ended up on my stomach.

Now, if a child falls, you don't move them and call 9-11 right? Ha.

The principal and a few teachers told me I was okay and made me WALK to the nurses office where they told me I was fine.

Fast forward a few hours later with me in the ER with my parents.

Turns out I was not fine. I was bleeding internally because I ruptured my spleen. The school was lucky my parents weren't sue happy.

[Skrae]

I hate it when teachers are like that. In the 6th grade, I had recently been diagnosed with bipolar, so I was highly medicated, unfortunately, one of the side effects was drowsiness to the point I was falling asleep in class regularly. My teachers had all been given documentation about it and my mother had requested they contact her if it became a problem, well my prick of an English teacher made no mention of it despite the fact I feel asleep often in his class. Eventually my mom went into the principals office (they were on a first name basis, she was highly involved in my middle school life, that was a joy) saying, "We need to talk about that English teacher." "Now Mrs. X-" "You can have nice little Mrs. X or you can have new york street Mrs. X, make the choice!" "I like the nice little Mrs. X..."

I'm not going to put my mom's real name in for obvious reasons, so Mrs. X has to do.

Anyway, I know it doesn't really compare, but I can relate to teachers not giving a damn when there is obviously something wrong with a student.

[Pezzle]

That reminds me when I was in the third grade and I fell from a high distance. I was playing tag (I know, my fault there!) and was getting ready to go down the high pole, slipped and ended up on my stomach.



Lawls not me! I remember doing that once, except without the ruptured spleen part. I was trying to slide down the high pole and had shorts on... high pole had no grease of course and my legs no sweat so when i encountered friction I actually fell backwards off the pole -laugh!- but I tend to land like a cat o-o;

The only time they should've let me go to the nurses office was when I was playing soccer in 3rd grade. I've always been huge so I was playing with some BIG boys. I go to get the ball from his feet and all the sudden WHAM, his forehead has just hit my maxilla and zygomatic arch. I get launched far and hard... and I hit the ground, and I mean with a horrible slam. I don't know how long it was later, the teacher said it was about 5 minutes but I had a circle of people around me and the teacher trying to smack me into consciousness. Everything was blurry, I wanted to throw up several times during the day, and I had a wicked sick headache naturally... also didn't do very well that day. Kept getting massively confused! But I stayed in class, smart studious one that I am -_-

Anywho... I suppose that's the charming story of my first concussion.

[zzapp the witch]

I feel lucky in this regard so far, last week the school called to let me know that my oldest had taken a kickball to the face and was waiting for his nosebleed to clog.

I could even hear him in the background, "Tell mommy not to pick me up cause I know how to get my nose to stop bleeding by myself." :lol:

Ooooh, but the minute they wouldn't take something seriously..../makes throat slitting motion.

[myswtghst]

This makes me grateful for my experiences with school nurses, particularly my nurse in junior high. 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. Plus, she'd always let me call my mom if I really felt bad.

I've always had it tough, because I do get sick rather often (particularly sinus infections plus I get migraines and have, ahem, lady problems worse than most) so I tend to look like a hypochondriac. In addition, my normal, resting body temp is lower than normal, so I rarely get what looks like a fever, as for me, 99 feels like a pretty big deal.

[Jules Of All Trades]

There's not much that angers me more than a teacher/caregiver ignoring what we see as obvious needs of our kids. That said, try to imagine all of the different types of kids they deal with every day. We all know our kids very well, what's normal and not with them, but can we expect the teachers to know the same when they're dealing with 30ish (in my area - or more) each? Couple of stories...

1. My oldest has ADHD, Tourette's, and OCD. The OCD comes into play here. He went through a hypochondriac phase a couple of years ago. Almost every day he was in the nurses' office, absolutely convinced he was sick. Obsessed about being sick. His teacher was afraid *not* to let him go to the nurse, fearing that the one time he truly was sick would be the time he denied him, and would have to face my wrath. All of this went on without me even knowing until our first conference of the year. We had a long talk about it and I gave him some tips about what's "real" and what's not with my son and things worked themselves out pretty well. I also talked to the nurse and we were able to develop a plan of action for these events, which helped everyone involved and my son spent more time in class where he belonged.

2. My first grader has a b*tch for an art teacher, a replacement that came in right around Christmas. My son was feeling really ill one day, but is really shy about bodily functions, especially when it comes to puking. He was feeling nauseous and asked to be excused to "use the restroom", which she denied. He asked again a minute later, knowing he didn't have much time left before he blew, and she again said no. Being the polite kid he is, he tried one more time nicely... "Mrs. D can I *please* go to the restroom, I'm not feeling very well". She said to him, "Well, I guess since you're not big enough to hold it during my class I'm going to have to bring baby diapers in for you next time you're in my class". Next thing you know...:puke:...he had pretty good aim and soaked her shoes. Next time maybe she'll listen. I did talk to the principal about her diaper comment and she's been much nicer since then. :rolleyes:

3. When I was in 3rd or 4th grade I was playing on a swingset after soccer practice. My Dad was the coach and while we were waiting for all of the parents to pick up their kids I was killing time on the tire swing. Well, goofy me had my legs laying straight across the tire instead of tucked down into the hole where they should have been. I asked my brother to spin me around and *whack*, I slammed my leg right into one of the support poles. I had a nasty bruise and limped around for a couple of days, but that was about it....or so we thought. A few years later I shattered the growth plate in my ankle and when they did x-rays they found an old fracture in my tibia. We racked our brains and the only incident we could think of was the tire swing. It was a big of a :doh: moment for my parents, but I healed just fine.

4. I had my own :doh: moment just a few days ago. A few weeks ago my oldest came home from school and said his elbow was bothering him a little. He didn't remember doing anything to it but it hurt a bit when he straightened his arm all the way. I took a look and we decided if it didn't feel better soon we'd have it looked at. Right after that I had hip surgery and the house was chaos for about a week. When I got home he said it was better but still bugged him sometimes. Just this Thursday he came home from school again saying that he bumped it on the wall in the hallway and now it really hurt. We took him to the pediatrician who sent us for x-rays and it turns out he has a hairline fracture. Talk about feeling guilty....

Moral of my long and rambly story is that I believe for the most part teachers and parents alike make the best decisions they can at the time, but no one is perfect.

I can't imagine how hard being a teacher is, in a relatively short period of time they have to try to figure out the personalities of every child in their class, and will never know them as we do. I have nothing but respect for almost all of them, except for the pukey-shoed art teacher of course. ;)

[CurlyLocks]

That reminds me when I was in the third grade and I fell from a high distance.

I also had a bad fall in 3rd grade from a height - I was going across the middle bars of the jungle gym. It was winter so I had gloves on and my hands slipped off. I landed hard enough that I was out cold for a short time - I can't be sure but I think it was probably less than 30 seconds. When I came to I couldn't breathe since I also had the wind knocked out of me. I heard my friend Jill screaming to the teacher's aide "Mrs. Orr, Mrs. Orr, CurlyLocks is dead!" I was trying to say "Jill, I'm not dead" but I couldn't speak. I'm fortunate that I didn't get as severely injured as you did but it was frightening all around.

[CurlyLocks]

A few weeks ago my oldest came home from school and said his elbow was bothering him a little. He didn't remember doing anything to it but it hurt a bit when he straightened his arm all the way. I took a look and we decided if it didn't feel better soon we'd have it looked at. Right after that I had hip surgery and the house was chaos for about a week. When I got home he said it was better but still bugged him sometimes. Just this Thursday he came home from school again saying that he bumped it on the wall in the hallway and now it really hurt. We took him to the pediatrician who sent us for x-rays and it turns out he has a hairline fracture.

My brother and sister-in-law had a somewhat similar experience last year with my nephew. He was running around in the garage and fell on the concrete floor. He fell on his arm and he said it hurt, but he wasn't complaining too much and it didn't seem serious. The next day my SIL noticed that he was holding his arm oddly by his side and she remembered that her sister had held her arm that way when they were kids and she had broken her arm. So they took him for X-rays and sure enough he had broken his arm. Here's the real kicker though - it turns out there was a cyst in his arm that had exploded on impact and caused his arm to break. He was probably born with it and they might never have known about it otherwise. It was actually good that the accident happened because if the cyst had kept growing unchecked there could have been much more serious damage at a later date.

[JustADude]

It was actually good that the accident happened because if the cyst had kept growing unchecked there could have been much more serious damage at a later date.

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

[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?:headscratch:

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]

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. :lol:

[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.

[Gawdzillers]

my IQ was 139, higher than his, and i was a few points away from genius. What is the genius IQ, again?

[tollbaby]

Here are the older classifications:

IQ Classifications No Longer in Use

Terman, Lewis M. The Measurement of Intelligence. Houghton Mifflin Company, 1916
An explanation of and complete guide for the use of the Stanford Revision
and extension of the Binet-Simon Intelligence Scale

140 and over Genius or near genius
120-140 Very superior intelligence
110-120 Superior intelligence
90-110 Normal or average intelligence
80-90 Dullness
70-80 Borderline deficiency
Below 70 Definite feeble-mindedness

Mental deficiency used to be divided into the following sub-classifications, but these labels began to be abused by the public and are now largely obsolete: Borderline Deficiency (IQ 70-80), Moron (IQ 50-69), Imbecile (IQ 20-49 and Idiot (below 20). Mental deficiency is now generally called mental retardation.

and the current ones:

IQ Classifications in Educational Use

Wechsler, David. Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale-Third edition
Psychological Corporation, 1997

Classification
IQ Score Percent Included Theoretical Normal Curve Actual Sample

Very Superior 130 and above 2.2 2.1
Superior 120-129 6.7 8.3
High Average* 110-119 16.1 16.1
Average 90-109 50.0 50.3
Low Average* 80-89 16.1 14.8
Borderline 70-79 6.7 6.5
Extremely Low* ** 69 and below 2.2 1.9

*The terms High Average, Low Average and Extremely Low correspond to the terms Bright Normal, Dull Normal and Mental Defective, respectively, used in the 1955 WAIS manual.

**The term Extremely Low is used in place of the terms Mentally Retarded, used in the WAIS-R, and Intellectually Deficient, used in the WISC-III to avoid the implication that a very low IQ score is sufficient evidence by itself for the classification of "mental retardation" or "intellectually deficient."

The classification of "genius" is no longer used, and hasn't been for at least ten years. When I was IQ tested in elementary school, I was immediately shunted into a gifted program *sigh* stupid reliance on stupid numbers. An IQ of 139 doesn't automatically make you "gifted", just as an IQ of 95 doesn't make you an "idiot". There are many other factors that have to be considered.

Sorry, I'd format the list so that the numbers fall under the actual headings, but I simply don't know how to do that in this sort of coding... The first number after the IQ is the projected percentage of the population at that level, and the second number is the actual sampling they took (it doesn't indicate the number of the sampling).

[MystyGlyttyr]

Then again, there are people like my father who tested consistantly as having an IQ of 169. My favorite way to rib him is to say that he's so smart, even his blood type is A+. (It's true, his blood type is A positive. Go figure.)

[trunks2k]

Worst I had at school was when playing volleyball in high school. I tried to spike the ball, misjudged it and ended up jamming my pinky into the ball. Hurt like hell. I waited for a bit for the pain to go away and it didn't. Eventually the gym teacher told me I looked like I was going to pass out and sent me to the nurse.

The nurse looks at it and says it's just jammed. It'll be fine. At this point I realize I can't move the top of my finger. I tell her, no, it's not jammed, this is worse. She again tells me that it's just jammed. I hold my finger up and the top of it just flops over, unable to move. "IT SHOULDN'T DO THAT!!" I say. She relents and calls my mom to come pick me up, telling her I jammed my finger. My mom, who worked nights at the time, shows up and is none too happy to have to get out of bed and come pick me up for just a jammed finger. She walks in and looks at my finger and says "Great, you've at least popped the tendon off, and probably broke it too. Let's get you to the doctor to have it xrayed. *looks at the nurse* this is not a jammed finger"