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Return of Memoryfest - Day 25/31

Jan 24, 2007 23:05

Horror of horrors, I have not written any classroom-related memories except that one about the spelling word mispronunciation when we were eight years old. And school has been possibly the largest shaping force in my life other than my parents. For shame!

25. High School

( It's a strange thing, this combination of egotism and insecurity: to hide intelligence because of the fear of other students shunning you, yet wanting the teacher to know that you know what you know, while also desperately afraid you'll be exposed at any moment as knowing less than you seem to-simultaneously believing you're smarter than most of them and also ignorant in the larger scheme of things. )

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purridot January 25 2007, 05:26:29 UTC

Oh, well done, Hermione!

I was on my high school trivia team -- useless knowledge sticks to me like gum under one's shoe.

Later in life, when my monsters-in-law used to like to torment me, I would retaliate by correcting their grammar. Can you imagine anything more tacky? Neither can I. But I'm not sorry. Once in a while one's inner bitch just has to get out.

P.S. Everything I learned about slash I first learned from Anne Rice.

mer_duff January 25 2007, 06:56:45 UTC

I think I mentioned earlier that my mother was one of my Grade 4 teachers. One of the grievances that I fling at her when I want to make her feel guilty about my (not-so) traumatic childhood is that she never picked me to answer a question in class. She claims this isn't true, but I remember desperately longing for her to pick me so that I could show her - and everybody else - that I knew the answer (that was also the year my parents separated, so I was more than a little insecure). When I realised that she frequently asked kids who didn't have their hands up, I stopped putting my hand up and she still didn't ask. When I pointed that out once, she said she knew I knew the answer, so it wouldn't have been any fun catching me out ( ... )

thewlisian_afer January 25 2007, 07:12:14 UTC

Ugh. I hated that feeling and I thought I'd get past having to feel it once I got to college where people actually CHOSE to be there. Alas, in my very first Composition class, we were revising old essays as a class so we'd know what the professor was looking for and how she graded. There was a repetitive phrase somewhere in one of them, I can't remember exactly what it was, but the professor asked why she'd marked it to be taken out. I replied with, "Because it's a tautological redundancy." Ha ha! Language joke! The professor laughed. The rest of the class looked at me like I had six heads. Nobody else got it. I was still surrounded by idiots ( ... )

kabal42 January 25 2007, 21:35:18 UTC

It's sad, but apart from the Viggo moment on the very first day, I only really recall negative moments as results of these situations - of which I had my fair share ( ... )

elynittria January 25 2007, 22:05:36 UTC

Yay for Mephistopheles! (One of my favorite demonic names. Hmmm...maybe that would work as a name for the next kitty, depending on his or her personality.)

I know the feeling you're talking about. The way I dealt with it in high school was pretty obnoxious: I just stage-whispered the answers to my nearby friends. That way, I didn't have to always be the one with my hand up, but the teacher (if he or she was paying attention) knew exactly where the answer came from. *Is embarrassed*

At least I also told my friends the answers during tests-and then I was very careful not to be obvious!