When I was in kindergarten, we had to color in pictures of various things--all I can remember was that one of them was a tulip, but I'm sure it was something innane like firetrucks and balls and the like. I colored the tulip in black. My teacher marked it wrong. I brought in the flower catalog we'd been looking at the night before the assignment which had black tulips as proof that I was right, and the teacher still marked it wrong. She said "It's not that your color was wrong, it's just that it wasn't the color it was *supposed* to be." (I think maybe it was supposed to be red?)
And from that point on I knew, nice as she was in general, that teachers could be wrong. (The following year I had the worst teacher in my whole school career who used to have the principal come and paddle one of the little boys (who I suspect was probably ADD, not just 'bad' like she said he was) in the hallway outside our classroom frequently. That whole year, I lived in terror of doing something 'bad' and getting paddled.)
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Date: 2007-03-27 06:20 pm (UTC)And from that point on I knew, nice as she was in general, that teachers could be wrong. (The following year I had the worst teacher in my whole school career who used to have the principal come and paddle one of the little boys (who I suspect was probably ADD, not just 'bad' like she said he was) in the hallway outside our classroom frequently. That whole year, I lived in terror of doing something 'bad' and getting paddled.)