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I am going to watch Doctor Who tomorrow, but I’m dreading it. I don’t want to see how else Moffat is going to butcher the Master’s character.

In particular, I don’t want to see how Moffat is going to retcon the Master’s sacrifice in “The End of Time” to the Doctor “abandoning” the Master and leaving him for dead.

Yet they claim that the queer community is overly sexual and puts our sex lives out there. Straight people are weird. 

Woooooooooooooow

*vomits uncontrollably*

My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.

My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.

My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.

My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.

My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.

My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.

My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.

The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

The cursive thing literally happened to me!!!!!! My dad taught me how to write my name in cursive and the teacher made me change it back to print. Wtf.

I was fortunate enough that most of my teachers never gave me much trouble for these kinds of things, with some notable exceptions, like my second grade teacher saying I couldn’t list The Magic School Bus books as my favorite because those were for third graders, and I could not understand why that was bad, or an English sub in high school berating me for using the word “macabre” on a book report I wrote about Frankenstein because she didn’t think it was a real word… or like, a word too advanced for a high school senior to use outside of an AP class.

Actually, I flunked my AP class in sophomore year because it was the most tedious grind in the world and I could not focus on anything aside from reading the books themselves. When I went to summer school that year I corrected a teacher at one point and had to stand out in the hallway until she finished, before she came back in and through gritted teeth said that if I ever corrected her again it would undermine her authority, like these kids were ready to rip out her throat.

I felt like she was ready to rip out mine, honestly.