another rant

Mar 24, 2009 13:51

My sister has this history teacher who I nicknamed the nazi at the beginning of the year because of her fucked up concepts on how things should be done. She has all these rules that make no sense at all and is all about uniformity and shit and you can do that with 5th graders but not 10th graders. They are past the age where you check to see if they have all their papers sorted correctly. It's their business. If like me they haven't learned to do that, then it's not the teacher's responsability to check on it. And if their notes on the classes are not complete, then they are the ones who are screwed when they study for a test. And even if she feels like she needs to do it, I think that rules like "you're only allowed to write on checkered paper with the squares being this and this size and with borders of 1.5 inches on each side". THere is no such paper. She hasn't relented to it even after years and years of complaints. and they are only allowed to write with pencil in class and have to copy it in blue -- not black -- ink (fountain pen) at home. THat's why I call her the nazi. and becasue I can never remember her name.

About two months ago, my sister started doing the third reich in class and the nazi consistently calls hitler "herr hitler" (mr. hitler for you). You don't call Hitler "herr hitler". EVER. You don't call him anything but Hitler. Herr Hitler is what the nazis used to call him. When my sister told me about this, I thought it was wrong and weird but you can't accuse someone of being a nazi, even if she apparently does play favorites and doesn't seem to like the non-german kids too much. Today, she topped it all. They have some paper they need to write and my sister went to check with her if the deadline was really April 20. Her answer, "yes, the deadline is on the Führer's birthday." What the fuck?! You don't say that. Even less than you call him Herr Hitler. The Führer is so much worse... And referrig to his birthday. Ok, I know when his birthday is, it's normal to know but not to say it like that. Seriously.

2009, family, school

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