teacher trolled


Reading comments from people whining about how public school was traumatizing because the teachers WERE SO MEAN.

One person literally describes DIBELS and how that ruined their reading life because they stood up and proved they could read but they were still put in some percentile because of it. Uhm. That’s literally the point of DIBELS.

Another one crying about how they got punished for not showing their work in math. The teacher isn’t specifically targeting you. The teacher wants work shown so that the teacher can help you if you’re doing something wrong. The teacher can’t read your mind.

It blows my mind to see so many people who lack the empathetic ability to put themselves in a teacher’s shoes. It doesn’t excuse the true traumas (teachers telling children they’re stupid/smell/bully a child for not being good enough) but to actually believe that a myriad of teachers over the years got on to you constantly and somehow it’s *their* issue and the public school system’s issue but not yours? Really?

Yeah maybe they don’t react in an always professional ways because they have 30 students in a class and are expected to make each one not only benchmark but grow. And maybe they made you do something they had no control over because a district mandates what they are allowed and not allowed to do in order to meet their job standards.

Idk man. Some of these complaints I looked at from the teacher’s perspective and *know* all the little actions and small grievances that led up to it. Because I hate to tell you: I have kids exactly like you in my room. Every teacher has had kids exactly like you. None of you were once in a lifetime students no matter how smart/talented/gifted you are.

I was just so put off by a lot of the arrogant tones in the stories being shared. Especially when they were mixed with real, horrifying stories. Being sat out for recess for not following directions (that’s essentially what you did, girl who kept reading ahead despite being asked multiple times not to) does not equate to being told you don’t belong in a class because you had to ask help from the teacher. (For the record: I never sit a child out for recess unless it’s something grievous, and I NEVER punish for reading ahead b/c I was reading ahead person in school too. Usually I just give them a funny look and the student giggles to themselves and stops because I’ve asked them to. They recognize it’s not about reading ahead; it’s about following a direction I’ve asked of you.)

And don’t even get me started on the people who asked why school is necessary and gave their experience with homeschool in which they were top percentage of the graduating class and gifted. School is necessary for the children unlike you who *don’t* have parents willing to help them get and stay ahead. School is necessary for the kids who are neglected and whose only source of food comes from that cafeteria. School is for the children who don’t always have the money or access to the good stuff like tablets, computers, an abundance of literature. Homeschool is an amazing option but it’s not the best or only option for a large percentage of children in school.

Let’s be clear: just because you’re above your peers intellectually does not mean you’re the only child in the classroom or the world. Being unable to look beyond yourself is the real problem. And you’re either the person in life everyone likes and looks up to or the person in life who *thinks* everyone looks up to you and likes you.

Education is a science. We learn the research and psychology for children. We *know* what we are doing. Does that mean we’re perfect? Heck no. No one in any field is perfect. But we’re overworked, underpaid and expected to do the job of five people. Have some empathy for us. Most of us are doing the best we can with both hands tied behind our back. Some of us are real jerks, and it sucks. And I’m sorry. But if it still bothers you to this day you need to talk to someone about it. I barely remember anything from school and definitely not enough to remember incidents where the teacher sat me out for reading ahead despite being asked multiple times not to. Because I know that happened. I guess I recognized and had parents reinforce that it wasn’t about reading ahead: it was about not following the directions.


(long post sorry) here it is, my finished ap art concentration!! i focused on toys and souvenirs and the memories connected to them/significance of them. overall im super happy how it all turned out!


#TeamKimSabu slayed it at the 2016 SBS Drama Awards. Congratulations to my beautiful family on the seven wins!

  • McGonagall: Four first years out of bed in one night, this is utterly unacceptable!
  • Dumbledore: One must wonder how two students managed to sneak up to the Astronomy Tower in the first place.
  • McGonagall: That is beside the point, Albus. I’ve deducted nearly 200 house points, but they still have detention to complete.
  • Sprout: I don’t know, that seems like a harsh enough punishm–
  • McGonagall: I think I’ll have them aid Hagrid in searching for that dead unicorn.
  • Dumbledore: How fitting!
  • Flitwick: What?! Are you sure that’s wise?
  • McGonagall: It's only the Forbidden Forest, Filius, calm down. There's nothing quite like a dangerous overnight mission with limited adult supervision to bring out the best in our students.
  • Sprout: The Forest is FORBIDDEN, Minerva. Perhaps have them scrub the owlery?
  • McGonagall: What? No. They’re going into the Forest.
  • Flitwick: ... To find a dead unicorn.
  • McGonagall: Yes. Oh, stop giving me that look, Pomona. It will be a great teamwork building exercise. What could possibly go wrong

hedaoftheskaikru  asked:

Are you taking prompts? It's totally cool if you're not, but if you are, that sex toy prompts list also had "✥ this sculpting class is the bane of my existence and for the final project (where i’m supposed to use a non-clay medium) i’m going to troll my teacher and make a bunch of silicone dildos. will you donate your dick to my cause?" And that just seems like such a Bellarke situation.

Alright, I finally did it! It turned out a lot less smutty than the prompt suggests though and a lot more fluffy, I hope that’s okay. Thank you for prompting this - and yes, I do take prompt, always! 

[also on ao3]

“You need what?“

Bellamy can’t believe what he’s hearing. To be honest, he’s not entirely sure he isn’t hallucinating this entire conversation, tired as he is. The last few weeks have been brutal, and he’s barely managed to make the deadline for a paper that could make or break his career. So when he comes home after finally sending it off and then having to teach three classes back-to-back and reassure a bunch of panicking freshmen that they’ll get an extension on their own work, it seems perfectly plausible that he is in fact imagining it when he opens the door to find his best friend standing outside and exclaiming:

“I need your dick.”

It doesn’t sound any less crazy the second time, and Bellamy closes his eyes and pinches his arm, hard. But when he opens them again, Clarke is still standing outside his door, wearing tight jeans and a light grey, v-necked shirt and looking at him pleadingly. Not a hallucination then, even if the combination of that expression and that request – more like a demand, really, because Clarke is bossy as hell – seems to come straight out of one of the more vivid dreams he’s been having recently.

The thought must be showing on his face, because Clarke gasps and goes beet red.

“Not like that!” She pushes past him, smelling like the perfume he and Octavia chipped in together to buy her for her last birthday, and Bellamy takes a deep breath and then immediately feels pathetic.

“Well, what else would you need it for?” He snaps, a little defensive now because it’s hard to keep his cool around Clarke when he’s at his best, but dealing with her when he’s exhausted and she’s making nonsensical demands is damn near impossible.

“My sculpting class,” Clarke huffs, as if that would be sufficient explanation, then spots what he’s sure is a less than intelligent look on his face and keeps going. “We’re supposed to do a piece in a non-clay medium for our final project, and I want to piss my professor off.”

“The smug sexist one?” Bellamy asks, because even when his head feels like it’s filled with cotton balls, he apparently still remembers all the times Clarke ranted about the professor teaching her “Introduction to Sculpture”-class.

“Exactly. You know how he’s always showing us his “phallic art pieces” that are just plaster casts of his dick and making everyone uncomfortable?”

Bellamy nods. That habit in particular is one Clarke has been fuming about all semester.

“Well, I figured I’d give him a taste of his own medicine and make him look at someone else’s dick for a change. Or perhaps a whole bunch of dicks. A bag of dicks, so to speak.” She giggles a little at her own joke, then grins deviously. “So obviously, it’s got to be a better dick than the one he keeps shoving in our faces.”

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anonymous asked:

if there's a school that divides classes by the students' mbti personalities, could you imagine the situations from the INTPs class?

An INTP-only classroom

Depends on whether you’re talking about a traditional (assuming, high school) classroom, or a university classroom, or a unique classroom specifically catered to INTPs’ learning style.

I’m being a typical INTP by asking for clarification now, aren’t I?

Let’s say it’s a traditional high school classroom. INTPs prefer learning visually, or by reading or solving theoretical problems by themselves. Traditional classes rarely provide this. INTPs know they won’t get a lot out of being 100% mentally present the class, even though they are required to be physically present and to keep quiet. However, INTPs generally don’t care enough to keep up the appearance of a ‘good student’ or even try to look interested. You will get a lot of zoned out INTPs, INTPs who try to make use of their time by doing things that actually appeal to them such as reading a completely unrelated book, doodling, writing fanfictions, doing homework for other classes, or sleeping (I’ve done all of these). Once in a while, a teacher will say something intriguing enough to register in the INTPs’ mind, usually a logically inconsistent statement, prompting them to ask questions that point it out. A decent teacher will appreciate the question and give a proper explanation, and thus holding the INTP’s attention for a few minutes longer. While another kind of teachers will get their ego bruised and see said INTPs as threats to their authority, and an unjustified punishment may ensue, causing the INTPs to resent the teacher, the class, and school even more. The last group is the utterly bored INTPs who decide to troll teachers for the sake of it. This may come in a game of let’s make the teacher feel as stupid as possible, let’s make the teacher cry, let’s see if we can get the teacher to stop teaching and do random fun stuff, etc (I’ve also done this…)

Moving on to a university classroom. This is where the materials get more interesting (because we can choose our own classes), and the pace of university classes are more suited to INTPs’ learning curve. This is also where we’re not required to be physically present. If a professor teaches by the textbooks, I can guarantee that you will have 0% attendance unless there’s a quiz or test that day. If the professor doesn’t adhere strictly to textbooks, there will be more INTPs in class, namely, INTPs who don’t own a recorder. INTPs who have a recorder (like me) will go to the beginning of class to leave it there, escape the presence of a hundred other students to go nap or play computer games in their dorm room, then come back to pick it up 3 hours later and listen to it late at night on their own time. Now on the other hand, if the INTPs like the professor (it’d probably be an NT professor) or if the class allows for stimulating intellectual discussions, they will not miss this chance and will study very hard to keep up with the discussions. They’d also be very absorbed in the material, understand it with an incredible depth, and able to ask intriguing questions that lead the course in a direction the professor has never seen before. There will also be numerous potential research studies coming out of this class alone.

Now, an ideal classroom for INTPs. INTPs learn best by researching, reading, reflecting and conceptualizing in individual settings. They prefer learning to understand abstract ideas and theories and are put off by the repetitiveness of homework exercises. They generally don’t like the slow pace and the distractions of a study group. Let me speculate on what an ideal classroom for INTPs would be (assuming all students are INTPs):

  • An open-minded, intelligent, logical, creative professor who can explain their ideas clearly.
  • A course where lecture recordings/videos can be listened to/watched at any time.
  • Reading materials are assigned in advance, so that students can study on their own.
  • You only need to come to class for a discussion/debate session where students can present their own theories related to the class and discuss them with other students, or a Q&A session with the professor.
  • Assignments are in the form of essays where students are allowed to research a variety of relevant topics (and strict deadline or we would procrastinate forever).
  • There is a discussion forum specifically for the class (where the professor is involved).
  • There is opportunities to conduct or assist with research studies.

Read more on INTP learning style here.

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p.s. I hope I’m not giving anyone bad advice.

p.s.2 I’m sleepy and haven’t reread this, so please excuse the grammatical mistakes for now

Classroom Ship

Originally posted by slut4kylo

Request: “ I have a Teacher AU that isn’t on the list, but I think it’s funny! Ben Solo and the Reader are the faculty ship on campus, and instead of catching students texting in class, the students catch them texting eachother!”

Summary: (Y/N) and Ben are teachers at an elementary school. As they start hanging around each other more often, unbeknownst to them, they become their students favorite faculty ‘ship’. The students are even more avid about them getting together when they catch them texting each other during class hours.

A/N: Sorry I’m posting this a lil late, but YAS! Haha I’m all here for teacher Ben Solo! I decided elementary school kids were the right age for this, cause well they’re generally nicer and aren’t trolls about teacher relationships haha. Also in this AU I made Rey a few years older and also Ben’s fraternal twin sister, just so no one gets confused. Hope you all enjoy!

With your eyes barely open, you looked at the coffee maker before you as if unsure as to what it was. Being as tired as you were, you could have easily mistaken another appliance for the familiar black Keurig you loved so much. To say you were hardly ready for the day would be an understatement. Even with your preparation the night before, you were not nearly as rested or caffienated as you needed to be. Winter Break had come to a close and it came far too suddenly for your liking. You loved teaching, but you couldn’t deny that vacation was just as close to your heart. 

Considering how much time you spent grading assignments the first week, you couldn’t help but feel you had been cheated of your well deserved vacation. What was supposed to be a break from school turned into a flurry of winter festivities with family and friends with only one real day of sleeping in and unwinding. You were exhausted. 

Sighing you went to put your usual mug onto the silver metal when you heard a baritone voice from behind.

“Still on break huh?”

You smirked faintly, already knowing who it was. Turning to your right you saw the familiar and welcoming smile of your favorite coworker by far, Ben Solo. With his dark brown hair lightly toussled, his warm eyes squinting slightly as his uneven jaw exposed his deep dimples, his brown dress shirt stretching over his muscular arms, he held two white coffee cups just in front of him. Bringing one closer to you he offered you a sincere smile.

“I wish. What’s this?”

He shrugged, “A pick me-up, just how you like it.”

Smiling you gladly removed the mug from the Keurig and placed it on the counter as you accepted the white coffee cup. The instant the warm feeling covered your palms you hummed in content, looking back to Ben.

“You didn’t have to do that Solo.”

He shrugged again, leaning against the counter as he took a sip of his own drink.

“Figured it was a good welcome back gesture.”

You nodded, sitting in the plastic chair in front of him as you relished in the feeling of the coffee warming your palms.

“Well thank you.”

He nodded, clearing his throat after he finished another sip.

“How was break?”

You scoffed, taking a sip of your coffee as if it was liquor you had to down in order to tell the story. Faintly shaking your head you sighed.

“Busy, very busy. I hardly got to rest.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. You at least have a good time?”

You shrugged, “Yeah, definitely got to do some fun things with family and friends. You know, wintery fun and all that jazz. How about you?”

He laughed faintly, his teeth just barely flaring with his genuine smile.

“Well mine was busy as well, family hounded me from beginning to end. Other than that, it was pretty good. Went snowboarding for a little bit, so I got some fun.”

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Qrow, temporarily teaching at Beacon Academy because, let’s face it, he’s probably an interesting teacher and Ozpin’s a troll. He talks to the kids about a lot of shit they don’t hear from other teachers - how to deal with nightmares and hypersexuality after battle. How to trust someone with your life and not kill yourself if they die in battle. Love and hate and trust and questioning your purpose in the world.

He also works with them in adaptive and improvised fighting. Teaches them how to work with injuries and fear and in situations they don’t think they can win. Shows them how to swap around weapons if you have to, how to fix jams in the field and make improvised ammo. How to watch backs and protect and rebuild if and when it goes to hell.

And people start to realize why Ruby is so good at what she does. Because Qrow is bitter and angry and drunk, but he’s got a lot of discipline for training, he’s great at making things light-hearted or serious, depending on what you need, and he’s surprisingly gentle about correct stances and other little things. And even if he is a complete dick, he cares, and that shows in everything he does for them.

So Ruby takes after Summer, just like everyone says, but she was raised a lot by Qrow, and she’s a lot like him, without the decades of bitterness and drunken coping. And Qrow never stops being proud of his little red while he helps everyone train.