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Jul. 31st, 2010 11:30 am
vanillafluffy: (Going thru hell)
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If Mrs Bitch made 4th grade difficult, it was nothing compared to 6th grade with Mr Schiesekomph. Mr S (whose nickname among the students was 'Adolf') had no business whatever in the teaching profession, and some years later, I found out---well, we'll get to that.

Meanwhile, that single school year stretches for glacial epochs in my memory. Adolf didn't haul us out into the hall to paddle us like Mrs B did, although behind classroom doors he was known to slap us around. His usual punishment was to have us copy a page in longhand out of our English reader. (I never managed more than one a day---my handwriting was a painfully slow process, thanks to being intimidated by Mrs Bitch.)

Here's the thing: If you didn't finish however many pages it was by the next day, he'd assign an additional page. So, if you didn't finish your homework because you were frantically trying to complete all your pages, bang! You had another page to do. It was a very vicious cycle, and I spent most of the year trying to get out of it. I even tried carbon copies (Caught---double pages.)

He'd keep you in the classroom during recess, gym and art classes to work on them. I didn't mind missing gym so much, but I loved art and missed that very much. My father pitched a fit when he found out about that---"How the hell do you get a ZERO in art?!"---went in and had a talk with the principal about how much tuition cost and how he wasn't paying for me to copy schoolbooks like a medieval monk. I didn't tell him until many years later that we were also slapped when Mr S was frustrated---my dad said if he'd known that, he would've gone up to the school and beaten the hell out of him.

Had I but known! To me, grown-ups all stuck together, and if I'd told my parents I was in trouble at school, I would've been in more hot water at home. I heard from a classmate after I'd moved away, who said that Adolf had been forced to resign, because another student's parents were threatening to sue the school otherwise. He'd be in his mid/late 60s by now, and I hope wherever he is, there are no children nearby. Between the physical and psychological abuse, the stinking asshole deserves to be locked in a small room and kept away from anyone with a soul.

He once confiscated all the non-textbooks I had in or around my desk---this included two library books that I ended up getting fines on. (The rest of the class, watching me burrow through texts and notebooks and papers to retrive book after book, laughed.) He took points off a paper of mine because it was only two sentences long, although he admitted in front of the whole class that I'd gotten the point of the assignment.

To make it worse, because my near-sightedness was really bad, I ended up in the front row. This was the year I got glasses, because even in the front row, I couldn't make out the writing on the chalkboard. THAT was an experience! Mom took me to the optical department at Korvettes (which was a big department store, back in the day), got my eyes examined, and went back for my glasses a week or so later. I'll never forget the first time I put on glasses and was told to turn around and look over there---I could clearly see the sign hanging over the mens' department, fifty feet away. It was a revelation---you mean other people can see this way all the time?! Wow, lucky them!

This was also the year where we got The Talk. The guys got sent out to play basketball, while us girls stayed in the classroom and watched a filmstrip. Adolf was out with the boys, the projector was operated by...it seems to be they imported several women: a teacher and/or librarian, someone's mother...but anyway, the filmstrip was sponsored by Kotex, and was all about the joys of becoming a woman.

I'll never forget how one of our adult mentors asked at the beginning of the session if any of us had gotten our periods yet, and when we all said 'no', she breathed, "Thank goodness we got to them in time!" The filmstrip itself primly explained about the mess that ensued if an egg wasn't fertilized, but carefully steered clear of HOW it could get fertilized. I considered this a major gap and asked, and was brushed off, although they were carefully answering what I considered to be dumb questions about things the filmstrip had covered at length. Later, someone on the playground filled me in, and I was nonplused. Oh, fucking. Well, why didn't you just say so?

Toward the end of the school year, my mom's cancer was first diagnosed. She spent five weeks in the hospital after surgery, and it was touch-and-go for a while. I didn't know until years later that the doctors told my dad they didn't know if they'd gotten all of it. That news was what triggered them to start house-hunting in Florida. They wanted somewhere that wasn't too far from Mom's aunts, but was far enough that said aunts wouldn't be inclined to just drop in or expect us to run down there to do their bidding.

That was the shape of things to come.

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Date: 2010-07-31 05:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverhermit.livejournal.com
*hugs poor 6th grade you*

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Date: 2010-07-31 06:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
Thanks. I'll take it retroactively...ahh, that helped! :)

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Date: 2010-07-31 06:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com
wow. I had some rotten teachers too but holy moly. Mine were usually abusive in an emotional way, I think they knew if they hit us they'd get in lots of trouble.
my sex ed was highly fucked up. all they told us about was puberty (which I was already going through, by the time I was eleven I'd been having periods for a couple of years and was 5'7" and had the biggest tits in the school except for this one really fat teacher) pregnancy and disease (it was the 70s so no AIDS scare). Topics that were completely avoided so if you didn't know better you'd think they didn't exist included:

the idea that anyone actually had sex for any other reason than wanting to have kids
birth control
condoms
female orgasm
the entire concept of anybody being gay or bi
clits
protecting ourselves from unwanted attention
oral sex
I'm amazed I'm not far more screwed up about sex.

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Date: 2010-07-31 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
Yes to your whole list, plus

in addition to growing boobs, you got pubic hair
lots of pix of uterus and fallopean tubes, no hint of what a penis looked like
sex outside of marriage was Bad and would lead to STDs
STDs could be cured, of course, but you had to tell the health department about everything and they would tell everybody you ever met that you were a dirty person
and there was NO discussion about bad touch and what to do if you were being molessted, which would have been helpful, actually

This was early 70s; The Pill was the contraceptive of choice, rubbers had practically died out. After the 60s sexual revolution, sex and bodily functions were wonderful and natural---unless you were stuck in parocial school where there were moral hang-up to everything.

I was lucky, I guess. my boobs started sprounting around 5thgrade, but puberty didn't hit until 8th grade.

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Date: 2010-07-31 06:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com
Oh, hon. How horrible! If he's still alive, I hope the miserable old bastard's getting home health from a few of the people he tormented. Karma, it bites, baby.

That cast-iron bitch who was my 4th grade teacher was particularly fond of assigning writing as punishment, especially in the weeks after I broke my right hand in a bike accident. *grr*

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Date: 2010-07-31 06:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
Smiting sounds good right about now. I was always quiet and cooperative, which in my case seems more like a flaw than a virtue. So often I think back to stuff like this, and I wish I HAD kicked up a fuss and started screaming. I fantasize about meeting Adolf in some social situation and letting everyone what a sadistic mofo he was. And I wonder what's wrong with me that I can't let it go after 30 years.

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Date: 2010-07-31 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foreverhermit.livejournal.com
Because you were young and impressionable and those things are deeply ingrained. It's not your fault. He was an adult and a teacher and should've fucking KNOWN better.

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Date: 2010-07-31 11:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
I seem to have encountered more than my share of the "should have known better" types. Lucky me.

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Date: 2010-08-01 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] majolika.livejournal.com
Oh Fluffy. I'm sorry. May he rot in hell Mr. Asshole Adolf Schiesekomph. I'm sure his real name was Scheisskopf (shithead) and someone paid good money for a fancy spelling.
What nightmares teachers can be, and how long they sit in one's heart and brain wrecking havoc. Truly hateful.

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Date: 2010-08-01 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
Well, it was a Germanic surname, I just can't spell. The nickname, though, was what we called him behind his back. He was unstable enough that if anyone HAD called him that, he probably would've dismembered them.

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Date: 2010-08-01 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cbtreks.livejournal.com
I was horrified enough to read what your teacher was like - but to read that he's only in his mid to late 60s now? He was young! He was a monster right out of college, basically! How does someone like that even get a teaching degree? {{retroactive hugs}}

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Date: 2010-08-01 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
I figure he was, at most, 30 when he was teaching us. And clearly he had rage issues...I just wonder why he went into teaching in the first place. Or if he wanted to get into, say, sports coaching but that was the only job he could get and took it out on us. IDK!

Thanks for the hugs, hugs are always good!

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Date: 2010-08-01 10:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fufaraw
I don't know what it is about sixth grade--I mean, your hormones are cranking up, your skin freaks out on you, your body does all this freaky crap, and you can't hold onto a single mood for more than five consecutive minutes--and then they put you in a classroom run by a former Auschwitz admin? My sixth grade was hell, too. And when, decades later, I learned that teacher had died? I'm ashamed (because I pride myself on not being that sort of person) to admit I did a little dance.

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Date: 2010-08-01 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
I don't think any of us really *want* to be that person, but it's human nature. Finding out that someone who's been evil to you a) has gotten what kharmically coming to them and b) will never be evil to anyone again---yeah, Snoopy dances are s.o.p.. There's even a really great German word for it: Schadenfreude, which means happiness at the misforture of others. (I may be a little off on the spelling, but that is one excellent word, especially for these circumstances.)

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Date: 2010-08-02 03:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gwylliondream.livejournal.com
I love that your Dad said he would have beaten the hell out of Mr. S., even if it was after the fact! That must have felt good.

JFC! To think your parents PAID to send you to this school. *shudders* And hugs you ((((vanillafluffy)))

Karma, Mr. S., it's gonna bite you.

XO
Donna

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Date: 2010-08-03 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanillafluffy.livejournal.com
And my dad worked on the docks as a mechanic for 30+ years. There would have been no contest!

To think your parents PAID to send you to this school.

True. I would rather have had a horse. *le sigh* But I *did* get a good education. They drilled the hell out of us on correct English...until I moved to Florida the word "ain't" never left my lips. Now, well, I do tend to laspe into the local vernacular, but I've been here 35 years, it's bound to have rubbed off on me!

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