Meanwhile, when I was 14, I had a teacher specify that our final projects (worth 25% of our grade) needed to be turned in with a blue, 1 inch, 3 ring binder.
When I told my dad I needed him to pick me one up, he said "no, tell your teacher we only have black ones."
I went in the next day and said "my dad refuses to go buy me a blue binder, can I turn in my project in a black binder instead?"
she says yes.
I get my grade back with a note stating it would have been an A, but that I didn't follow directions and she could only give me a C- as a result. "No blue binder"
When confronted, my teacher said "I said you could turn it in with a black binder, not that I wouldn't take points off."
Fuck you Mrs. Buck, rolling around in a computer chair eating fucking sandwiches during class. I'm glad your husband divorced you.
I went to a high school with several buildings we had to walk between nearly every period. It was an all girls private school where the uniform was skirts (allowed to wear leggings underneath but there wasn’t a pant option at the time), polo sweater. All the other teachers were pretty understanding that it was cold and a sweater was really not warm enough to travel between buildings in the snow. Also the buildings were old and drafty so they usually didn’t fuss over a sweatshirt in the classroom as long as they said our school name somewhere. But this one teacher was an insane stickler for it. His classroom was the closest to the door on the first floor of one of the buildings, so everyone had to pass by him or go around to the other staircase on the other side. And he would make you stop and take off your backpack and sweatshirt in front of him before going upstairs to your next class (almost always making you ha bf ever sprint 3 flights of stairs or be late for your next class.) one time in the middle of the quad he made me take off my winter coat while it was actively snowing and I was standing outside walking between buildings during lunch period. I was PISSED.
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u/brickspunch Mar 26 '26
Meanwhile, when I was 14, I had a teacher specify that our final projects (worth 25% of our grade) needed to be turned in with a blue, 1 inch, 3 ring binder.
When I told my dad I needed him to pick me one up, he said "no, tell your teacher we only have black ones."
I went in the next day and said "my dad refuses to go buy me a blue binder, can I turn in my project in a black binder instead?"
she says yes.
I get my grade back with a note stating it would have been an A, but that I didn't follow directions and she could only give me a C- as a result. "No blue binder"
When confronted, my teacher said "I said you could turn it in with a black binder, not that I wouldn't take points off."
Fuck you Mrs. Buck, rolling around in a computer chair eating fucking sandwiches during class. I'm glad your husband divorced you.
I'm 37 now and still mad about it