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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.
1st-Aug-2008 04:12 am (UTC)
i was so bored and fidgety* in kindergarten, my teacher didn't know what to do with me. she called my mother, distraught. Ma pointed out that i had gone to a Montessori school for 2 years of pre-K, and suggested i read to the class at storytime. i loved that so much, and at our graduation ceremony/mass (catholic school) i did a reading. that probably blew away everyone in the audience except my family.

* = once i was scolded for finishing a fill-in-the-bubble test early and drawing hair and beards on the bubbles and turning them into stick-figures.

and then there was the time in first grade where we were all reading together out loud, and i raised my hand while we were reading. we came to the end of the sentence and i asked, "why are we reading so slowly?"

that was probably my demise at that school. good thing i was only there another three years. by second grade, i had challenged my teacher when we were talking about spelling rules.
Teacher: No word in the English language has a Q that isn't followed by a U.
Me: What about Iraq? (aside from the fact that i greatly enjoyed looking through my father's atlas, my uncle was fighting in the Gulf War)
Teacher: That's not an English word.
Me: {thinking} But the people there don't call it Iraq... they call it something in Arabic...
1st-Aug-2008 07:10 pm (UTC)
And qat, and suq, and qi... *Scrabble geek*
2nd-Aug-2008 03:48 am (UTC)
qaid is my husband's favorite.
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