#441 ·
Back in my elementary school days, I used to get my hair pulled or my pencil case snatched all the time during those first four grades. It didn't even matter who was actually guilty; the kids standing closest to the classroom door always took the fall. My teacher would just charge down the hallway and start handing out discipline to whoever was within arm's reach. Honestly, I never took it personally. It was pretty obvious she just found it way easier to lash out at random than to actually play detective while she was busy chatting in the hall. Those were some wild old-school days of absolute teacher authority—in the lower grades, we’d have three classes spilling out into the hallway, and a lesson would effectively last maybe twenty minutes before the teachers spent the rest of the hour standing out there, smoking and gossiping. It felt totally normal back then. Nobody questioned it, and my teacher was actually really well-regarded by everyone. Parents stayed quiet because they probably figured that’s just how things worked and that teachers were untouchable figures. To be honest, I don't even remember ever mentioning it to my mom; it just wasn't worth bringing up.
If I heard today that someone laid a hand on my kid, mocked them, or bullied them mentally, I’d pull every lever I had to make sure that person never works in education or with children again. Period. End of story. Though, I do wonder how much headway I'd actually make in a society that still looks back on teacher's discipline with such weird nostalgia.
If I heard today that someone laid a hand on my kid, mocked them, or bullied them mentally, I’d pull every lever I had to make sure that person never works in education or with children again. Period. End of story. Though, I do wonder how much headway I'd actually make in a society that still looks back on teacher's discipline with such weird nostalgia.