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The recent misspelled name post reminded me of this gem. Lets go… 
30th-Jul-2008 05:47 pm
The recent misspelled name post reminded me of this gem.

Lets go back 20 some-odd years to kindergarden. We were learning how to write our names. My name is spelled Jaime, as opposed to Jamie. Not only did the teacher tell my I was spelling my name wrong, she called my parents and threatened to fail me because I refused to spell my name Jamie. When my parents told her my name is in fact spelled Jaime, she refused to listen. She even took the time to yell at my parents and tell them they were wrong for teaching me to read and write before kindergarden(both activities that I loved to do when I was that young). The teacher then told the principal that my parents were undermining her teachings and filed a complaint with the superintendent of the district. This resulted in a meeting between the super, my parents, and the teacher. All was resolved when my parents showed my birth certificate that in fact had my name spelled Jaime.

It boggles my mind that the teacher had to go that far just to be told by her bosses' boss I had in fact been spelling my own name right. Then to tell my parents it was wrong to teach me basic reading and writing? I mean come on. Seriously.
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3rd-Aug-2008 05:14 am (UTC)
Haha, I had similar issues that I posted about in one of the other name posts on here. It didn't escalate as far as yours did because the principal took care of the teacher but I had the same problem in junior high. The teacher would mark my name wrong on papers.
4th-Aug-2008 01:33 am (UTC)
My little boy goes by Jamie, although he's a James. I hope when he is school age the same mistake is not made.

When I was at preschool (around age 3) the assistant wrote my name at the top of my drawing and spelled it 'Michele'. I took the pencil off her and added another L.

Thankfully I never really had any issues with teachers and work, they mostly accepted I was ahead and often let me do my own thing (I don't remember when I started to read but I remember finding reception class work very easy).

I did have a teacher in year 7 that refused to call me 'Shell' or 'Shelley' when half the class were allowed to be Vickys, Beckys, Kates and Nikkis because 'it wasn't a nickname for Michelle'. Hmmm... so my parents had been using an incorrect nickname for 11 years then? Thankfully I was the only Michelle in the year group (170+ kids), so I counted my blessings I wasn't 'Vicky C/G/T etc.' That teacher turned out in all other respects to be lovely, and still asks my Mum about me (and my son) when she bumps into her. It turned out that she just really liked that my name was Michelle and that my Mum had been a bit more inspired than other Mums, lol!

My partner hates that everyone corrects his name to 'Steve' when he always writes it as 'Stevi' (or people assume he's a Stephanie and that we're lesbians, hehe!). It's got to the point where he knows if he's talking to someone particularly stupid and just calls himself 'Steve' to save his sanity.
5th-Aug-2008 08:50 pm (UTC)
I'm a very fast reader, always have been. Goosebumps books that took other children days to read were fifteen minute speed bumps for me. I was reading Stephan King and Dean Koontz at age 8 or 9. But this is a story of high school.

I'd always bring novels to school, start them in the morning study hall, and through free time, lunch, etc. And I'd finish them the very same day. The school offered Aries A+ computer networking certification as a 2 year class. The lessons and tests and such are all online.

So I'd read the material, take the test for the chapter, and be done with 45 minutes left of class, which I'd use to donk around on the ol interwebs, or read my book.

So my teacher would make me read or study the material again. And again. And again.

He brought up the point in a parent-teacher conference, "Aaron isn't utilizing his class time efficiently. He reads the lesson, takes the test, and has most of the class period left."

My mother gave him a scowl, "And what is Aaron's grade in your class?"

"He's getting A's."

"So what exactly is the problem here?"

It finally clicked and I was allowed to do whatever.

The teacher was also the go to faculty computer repair guy and network admin. One class period while the students were reading, he was trying to get a broken computer working again. For about 30 minutes he just couldn't get the thing to turn on.

So I walked over, picked up the two sticks of RAM on the counter and handed them to him.
9th-Aug-2008 07:51 am (UTC)
Actually, it would appear your parents spelled it wrong, unless your name is pronounced such that either it's one syllable and rhymes with "time," or two syllables, the first of which rhymes with "pie." That is, unless it's not supposed to be English, in which case we may be playing with a whole different set of rules of how those letters are pronounced. (Maybe they were aiming for a phonetic spelling of how your name might be pronounced by someone with an Australian accent?)

Still, sorry to hear you had to deal with such a nutso teacher at such a young age.
31st-Aug-2008 04:53 am (UTC)
I had a college roommate named Jaime. (I'm from the United States, by the way.) The idea behind it (at least for her) was to make it like the French for I Love You.
10th-Aug-2008 06:06 pm (UTC)
It's strange, I always thought Jaime = Hi-Me (Spanish, boy) & Jamie = Jay-Me (unisex). [huh]
12th-Aug-2008 07:29 pm (UTC)
She even took the time to yell at my parents and tell them they were wrong for teaching me to read and write before kindergarden

What? D: I learned to read and write when I was like, 2 and a half. Course then when I was 13, I became almost-babysitter for this little girl who was 5 or 6 and couldn't read ANYTHING even though she was in kindergarden and when I tried to help her learn, she said she wouldn't read because her mom didn't want her to. It made me sad.
31st-Aug-2008 04:55 am (UTC)
I had a hell of a time when, in 4th grade, there were three Jessicas in the class, and I decided to go by Jessi. Until 8th grade (when I went back to Jessica), I never got Jessi spelled right by teachers. They refused to believe I could spell it that way.
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