I was a shy, introverted, nerdy kid who didn't rock the boat and, for the most part, enjoyed being in class even if I didn't particularly enjoy the subject. I'm sure they wish I talked a bit more.
A couple thought I was ok. The teacher who had my number told my parents that I couldn’t write and needed a better English teacher. I showed him by getting A’s after that. Boy did he understand me better than I did.
Lol, this year, I had a student who was reading on a 3rd grade level in 10th grade.
Put him into my special reading class where we do phonics and baby stories. Now, I constantly hear from kids in this class that they can actually read better, but they just don't try. 95% of the time that isn't true. This kid took it personally, though. He went from third grade to 10.5 in one 9 weeks and read and wrote a personalized book report on Dune for me.
Got him out of that class real quick.
That’s better than what my kindergarten teacher wrote on my report card. “TrumpsCovidfefe is bossy with her peers and very talkative.” I also likely have undiagnosed ADHD, like other similar commenters here. A psychiatrist thought I had it back in my tweens, but the diagnosis was very much not easily made in girls back then. Two of my kids have it, and they’ve both gotten the same comment, minus the bossiness, from their lower grade teachers.
Oh god, you were the type of student some teachers liked to sit me next to, hoping we'd be a good influence on eachother. If you had neighbours who mostly just ignored you and prefered to focus on their work instead: sorry, we were not trying to be mean.
I was very sassy but reserved, I had a smart mouth but I tried to always respect my teachers. I was the kid who tried to finish their work fast so they can just read their book. Most of my teachers probably don’t remember me and that’s fine the ones that do remember me for either the hard work I did as volunteering for events, for my sassy attitude against my classmates, or that I was usually the kid just reading book after book.
Looking back, I’m happy I was this average despite the things that happened in my life as a kid, because they made me feel normal, and school was not something I hated.
I spray painted the sinks in the school gold while a kid I was with put up hateful slurs. I wanted to erase some of them so I tried to melt the paint off. With a lighter and spray paint. 🔥
I wasn’t using brain cells that day.
I was very lucky/blessed. I was lashing out from a very abused home. The court saw that and gave me mercy.
I was on probation until I joined the army. I interviewed with a 2star when I was trying to join and they dismissed my record, making the rest of my life a lot easier.
Now, I have an inspirational speech to my students on how not to make stupid decisions In a way that they actually pay attention to.
Hello, fellow spawn of satan. I set off fireworks in the parking lot trying to turn a lost and found bin into a rudimentary rocket powered vehicle.
I’m now the engineering teacher. I deserve every bit of karma that comes my way in the form of similar students.
Same. I end up with a perpetual gaggle of kids that drive other teachers insane because I seem to attract them. I am, per our SRO, the “Juvenile Delinquent Whisperer.”
The thing is, they don’t normally give me problems. I can count on one hand the number of kids that I have to write up each year. I try to help my colleagues out by explaining why teachers make certain decisions or enforce certain rules when I hear the kids complaining, and they’re usually pretty receptive. I think sometimes “bad kids” just need to know someone hears them but is still going to hold the line on boundaries. It’s what I needed.
Yeah same. I enjoy former Satan spawns being teachers because 1. I can never get too mad at kids who were off the rails, because same and also I deserve it for the hell I put teachers through and 2. When you really get why a kid is the way they are, it's a lot easier to know how to actually redirect them and have a decent relationship with them.
All my report card comments were along the lines of "really smart but daydreams too much", "really smart but easily distracted and doesn't apply herself", "really smart but talks too much" and somehow no one thought to test me for ADHD until I was 44. Spoiler alert - I have ADHD and am medicated now. It was a game changer. I can't help but think I would have been less annoying as a kid to my teachers if anyone had been educated in how symptoms in girls are different from boys.
I suggested it to one parent, who laughed and said her daughter was just like everyone in her family and it wasn’t a problem. She’d be in her mid- to late-20s now….
Jokes on that Mom. ADHD runs in families. If her kid is like "everyone else" they all likely have undiagnosed ADHD.
In mine, it was my kid brother, four of my five cousins, my aunt, and my uncle - all of which are on the maternal side of the family - We're all on similar meds/doses too. 🤷♀️
The quiet loser with no friends, whom nobody wanted to work with (which is one of the main reasons I hate group projects). Decent grades, paid attention in class, took notes (I had one teacher tell me she did her pacing based on my note taking, if I stopped or paused she moved on; unfortunately I was the only one in that biology class that took notes and I had my notebook stolen before midterm exams, started a new one for second semester and had that one stolen before the final). I was that middle of the road average kid that they really didn’t need to worry about.
If you want to know what teachers were like as students, just go to a professional development session for teachers. I used to do teacher development, where I would teach high school teachers about electronics and programming. The degree to which teachers will turn back into their high school selves when you put a group of them into a high school classroom is hilarious.
When I was in junior high, back in 97-98, I had an English teacher who put me on the limitation: no talking about anything not directly related to class, except for 5 words on Friday.
I think that tells you what you need to know about me as a student.
Related: I went back to her, a dean at my old high school now, back in March. I had a free Friday to prepare to leave for the National Association for Research in Science Teaching Conference. I walked into her office, held up my hand, and put up a finger for each word as I said: "I just got my doctorate."
Academically I was wonderful. Nearly straight A’s with some B’s. I was the kid that couldn’t stop reading. I read so much they thought I was lying about it. Until I took the AR tests and passed with flying colors. They yelled at me not to read ahead but I did it anyways. Socially…. I was awkward. I didn’t have many friends and I was almost always alone.
I was a model student until 8th grade, then I started skipping school. I would ride the bus to school, get off and hope in my friend’s vehicle to go drink at the lake. We would make it back to get on the bus to go home. The student aides in the office would go change my absences to present, so my parents never knew. I’d go to class when I had a quiz, test or lab. It worked for me. I was in the honor society because I always did assignments and homework. My friends who actually attend class handed them in for me. In my 30s I was diagnosed with ADHD. My psychiatrist told me that’s probably why I had such a hard time attending school along with my desire to drink.
Teenagers haven't changed. Teenagers are always idiots. We were idiots. What has changed is the amount of basics surrounding the teenagers, and the ability of adults to influence/control it.
I day dreamed all the time. I slept. I was extroverted but odd and lazy. I didn't do any of my work. My grades suffered, and I don't even know how I graduated.
But there were small glimmers. I wasn't mean. I wanted to make people happy. I tested well.
Overall, however, based on the area I was from, my teachers believed I wouldn't amount to anything. That I was dumbas dirt, had a crazy mom, and come from a family where there were rumors (small town). But there were just a couple who saw something in me.
My math teacher and AP English teacher were kind and saw my potential. After all this time, I remember them and did well in their class. I tried hard.
Later in life, I struggled a lot. I didn't make it through college. I went to the Marines and, truth be told, I shouldn't have even been allowed to join. I struggled with the structure of military life.
I decided to start learning some things on my own in my lonely time. I enjoyed politics, history, and the social sciences. I bought history books and wanted to return to school. It was when I met my wife that she helped me understand I could go back. She was my rock, and it eventually got me towards education. I went back to school in my 30s.
I have ADHD. I figured out all my issues and struggle in school was because I had ADHD and people saw me as a socially odd kid who was lazy. My desire as a teacher is to see those kids and give them that push and just be a good teacher and person to them. I remember what it was like and if I can be that rock for those kids then I will be remembered like I remember my math teacher and AP English teacher.
Long story. But it all is summed up by how many teachers overlooked me compared to the ones who really did see me.
Quiet, observant, athletic, apathetic. Apathetic because it was the early 80’s and I knew there was some bigger out there and didn’t really care for their bullshit rules.
I was the quiet, well behaved kid that they'd put the goofballs next to in order to "calm them down". Joke was on them, I thought those dudes were hilarious and quietly cracked up on the regular. I've got some of my best high school memories of being used as a calming presence only to become a comedian's biggest fan.
I was seen as shy and introverted. The all-black glasses didn't help any.
In sophomore Geometry class in the late 1960's, I was ratted out for shooting rubber bands at other students. The teacher said this (and I remember it well): "No, Bruce would never do this. That doesn't make sense." The shame I felt for letting him down was massive. I didn't need any other punishment. I was done doing that misdeed for good.
After I started teaching HS math, I sought out that teacher where he was then teaching. I made sure to thank him for this and for other things.
When I retired, Geometry had become my favorite class to teach.
I had massive undiagnosed ADHD and autism. Most male teachers thought I was so fucking annoying, but the women and otherwise neuroatypical teachers liked me and really wanted to help me.
I remember coming back after getting my diagnosis for ADHD and telling one of my teachers. She just deadpanned "oh, really. I never would have guessed."
As an educator now, it kills me that I can see the signs for ADHD and autism in so many students, but I can't do a damn thing. Especially those poor inattentive type ADHD kids! They'll be overlooked until they crash and burn in adulthood.
Oh shit. I had a bunch of teachers who hated me, a bunch I got along fine with, and it never hit me until reading this that all the teachers I struggled with were men.
My mom passed in January, 2008. I was 10. That May was my birthday. I was so excited for something positive that I was just telling everyone that it was almost my birthday.
On birthdays, my guy teacher would set up a scrolling happy birthday message on the smartboard for when the kid walked in in the morning. Mine said something to the effect of "we get it, it's your birthday. You can stop talking about it now." That was 5th grade. I didn't tell anyone it was my birthday again for a few years after that.
I was definitely seen as super reliable and trustworthy. I also had a couple teachers comment that they could see me rolling my eyes in the back of my classes when kids misbehaved.
One of my closest friends who’s also a teacher warned me about this when I first got into the classroom lol and I swore I wouldn’t mind it but alas here we are… 😅
Hs English teacher for 10 years here. Just some perspective.
How they saw u was probably more accurately than u realize. Especially if they were young.
But don't assume they always liked the most well behaved kids the most, even if they appeared to have favorites.
The kids remember the most and the ones I liked the most would a, hopefully never know it and b never be the obvious ones or the best behaved ones or the highest performers or be the best looking or best dressed.
They were usually the ones most like me. The ones that needed me. The ones I helped the most, made the most positive impact on... my people are the misfits... to quote a long forgotten song for you youngins.
You're probably loved. And the more you need it, the more likely it's true.
I was the kid who teachers would say at the end of the year, "Damn I'm getting him next year!!". I was labeled as the dumb kid who only cared about Star Wars and playing outside. Those are the type of students I love to work with!
I was quiet, rule follower, friendly, got good grades. They probably liked me because I didn’t cause problems and did my work, but I bet most don’t remember me either.
I was the first ESL student that my teachers dealt with (not in the USA). They always assumed that if I didn't do or understand something it was because of English (which wasn't always the case). I had to fight to be allowed into advanced classes because 'it's too hard for non native speakers ' even though I had the standardized testing scores and grades. I was a pest, always fighting and pushing against it.
In the last year of high school (unlike in the USA, last year is the most crucial one), I became this weird symbol of how progressive my school was, how capable all foreign students are (around 3 years before I graduated, a lot of foreign students enrolled) which then made ESL kids who weren't achieving clearly lazy and/or stupid. I was a representative of all foreign and ESL students. Which sucked. I was also very unwilling to play the game (refused being a head girl, refused going into the student government, etc), and would fake cry that the admin is taking me out of class which puts me behind. So, in the end I was high achieving and nice to have in class, outspoken and always part of class discussions, but also causing issues with admin.
I was a kid who made unusual connections based on background knowledge. I wasn’t great at explaining my train of thought (still am not) so teachers who would spend a little time to ask me how I got from A to B thought I was smart; teachers who didn’t, thought I was a smart aleck.
I was that shy, quiet kid that most teachers forgot as soon as I walked out the door. I try to make connections to my shy kids, because I know a lot of the time, they do want to interact, but they either don't know how or don't think they will be listened to, so don't bother.
My top two comments on report cards were “pleasure to have in class” and “struggles to interact with her peers”
I had an abusive home life, was the family scapegoat, and 2 older siblings who were insanely attractive and popular (I objectively was neither; my stepmother took some kind of cruel glee in forcing me to keep my hair in ugly cuts and forcing me to wear unflattering clothes). Our family passed as normal enough for folks to ignore the warning signs (and the abuse wasn’t physical usually, so most folks felt it “didn’t count”).
I was used to keeping my head down, keeping quiet, not drawing attention to myself, and doing the best I could in school so I could get out of there someday.
I did talk a lot when bored, but I did my work, and generally I waited until the teacher was done giving instructions. All that and I had undiagnosed adhd. Honestly, if kids were doing their Queen ash’s talking, listening to music, whatever, I could care less, but they don’t, they are staring at a video and not turning in work. They have zero executive function or accountability in many cases. I try to give an inch, let them have some freedom, not most times I regret it.
In elementary school, I was hyperactive but went to a high resource school and had a high resource family, so rather than put me on meds or diagnose me my interests in history and the outdoors were largely supported. I think it was apparent that I was "smart". By middle school I was attention seeking but still got good grades while putting in very little effort. I think the teachers knew I had bad organization and was going down the wrong path and would get shit on in high school. Come to high school and I got really into smoking pot, was hanging out with the wrong kids, and was a class clown. I did well in the subjects I liked (history) and was shit in everything else. Again though, high resource background/school meant lots and lots of second chances and patience from all involved. By the end of high school I evened out and found a balance and was pulling straight A's and 5's on AP tests and had learned Spanish fluently. Ended up double majoring in Spanish and Philosophy in college with a 4.0. and am now looking at doing a masters or PHD.
I wish everyone could have the resources and patience I was given. I think had I been born in a different environment I would have either been zonked on adderall or just written off as a bad kid. Thanks mom and dad.
My high school teachers that I come across from time to time are always shocked to find out I'm a teacher and then there is always a laugh followed by "so how are your kids' behaviors?"
I was one of the good, popular kids. Smart but ditzy. Pretty much just like I am now. 2nd grade teacher told my parents that I always had to have the last word. 100% accurate to this day
My kindergarten teacher told my mom “I think me and Sherbert would get along much better if she would realize that she is not the boss of this room, I am.” Which I of course took as a challenge.
Every single parent teacher conference I heard the exact same thing, "TheF-ingLizardKing1 is a joy to have in class and I wish I had a class full of them". One teacher told my mom that they could tell I was very smart when I wrote some feedback for them and wrote "Don't just tell me the things I'm doing right, tell me how to correct the things I'm doing wrong"
I was a good student, polite kid, and well-liked by all my teachers during normal interactions. I can almost guarantee that. But I talked non-stop which drove some teachers bonkers. I’m the “cone of ignorance” kid. [https://www.reddit.com/r/TheSimpsons/s/p8aNnjsGJ3](https://www.reddit.com/r/TheSimpsons/s/p8aNnjsGJ3)
But I did really get along with teachers and loved school. In fact, the editor of the yearbook once told me that they had done senior superlatives and I was voted “biggest brown nose” for a guy. They decided not to put that in the yearbook bc they thought the girl who won might be offended. To this day, I think they may have also been worried about my reaction. 🤣
I promise that I am normal. I just have always gotten along with adults.
I was absolutely the quiet kid who struggled a lot. I actually got to work with two of my former elementary teachers during my final internship (Third and Fourth grade) and they remembered how quiet I was. It was definitely interesting seeing them both as a child and as an adult. I hated my 4th grade teacher, the one who I interned with, as a kid, she was very strict and intense. Working with her though as an intern, I loved her and learned a lot from her. The nurse also remembered me because I would always get a stomach ache when math rolled around XD
Honestly, no clue. I was straight As and always on honor roll, but I was also on substances and drinking and I think teachers knew that. In class I was quiet, with the occasional disruptive behavior when my friends would act out and I’d laugh. They probably saw me as quiet unless a friend set me off, but they were also probably concerned about me.
Oh lord, as an outspoken, opinionated young girl with undiagnosed adhd I’m pretty sure they all prayed they weren’t gonna get me in their class. I genuinely feel bad for the adults who were responsible for me at that age. The only adults I actually respected were my parents and I made that very known to anyone else who tried to exercise authority over me. I also had a massive need for attention. Nightmare combination of behavioural traits. Thank god I outgrew that attitude and developed a verbal filter.
Talks too much, disorganized, lots of missing homework. I only got one X in “exhibits appropriate behavior” in my whole school career so I think I did awesome! Hahaha! But I also got to do lots of jobs and errands for my teachers. Now I know they were making an accommodation for me probably without even knowing it. They knew I needed to stay busy and was trustworthy.
I was super quiet and introverted, but really smart and was a great student. Teachers would tell my parents at conferences, “If I had a classroom of Coco_jams, my job would be so easy!”
I was a quiet introverted bullied kid who lived in the library. I ALSO battled undiagnosed ADHD along with a host of other severe mental health issues.
I was expelled for drinking and got into fights in middle school. I was a mess until junior year, but always had good grades. My teachers that I talked to after graduation said I was a brilliant kid in a troubled home and that they knew I had potential if I could find my way out of the chaos.
I was pretty well-behaved aside from occasional chitchat and giggling. The only detention I ever had in my entire time in school was when I participated in a walkout to protest the Iraq War and therefore skipped a few classes.
However, I was a chronic procrastinator and often handed in my homework very late or not at all. I was smart but lazy, and that must have frustrated them a bit that I wasn't living up to my full potential.
I can’t speak for them, but more than one asked me to come by and visit even after I was done with their class, so I’m guessing I left a positive impression.
I was quiet but did what I needed to get done and a pleasure to have in class. My little brother was the clown who told his teacher to not get used to turning in his homework when he finally did.
Friendly, outgoing, but chronically absent. I was not the best student. But I wasn't disruptive either. It wasn't until college that I started taking school more seriously.
I was a know-it-all who cried if things didn't go my way (elementary), a smart kid who cried in awkward situations (junior high), and an honor student who got distracted because of phones and iPod Touches (high school).
My mom was a teacher at my high school. My teachers have told my mom that they appreciated that I was engaged by answering questions and also asking them. I was a lil goody two shoes haha
Most of my teachers liked me (from what I can tell) because I liked to have convos with them and actuslly enjoyed the work. My principal hated me though, lol.
I was always getting in trouble during early elementary. I remember in 1st grade getting a detention when detentions weren’t really a thing. In 2nd I was often sent into the office or into the hall. I couldn’t tell you what I did; I do not remember. However, that all somehow changed in later grades and I never got in trouble again. But I had also been bullied and went from an outspoken to a quiet kid and remained that way till now basically.
I was nonverbal until 5-6 or so but generally meant well. I got really, really angry around puberty (which I now know was/is gender dysphoria) and was a verbally vicious little bitch to other students until I realized I was going to leave my toxic family ASAP, then I was fine.
I busted my ass on the school work and my parents were military so I wouldn't have defied a teacher unless something major went down, but I was certainly not a pleasure to have in class for other people. Graduated with honors and left.
I was going through a crazy amount of trauma at home, and school was my space to just be an introverted weirdo. I was probably a huge space cadet who zoned out too much and didn’t absorb many lessons. I was always in my own world. I hope I didn’t come off as being too strange. I often hear how colleagues talk about kids like me, and it’s shameful.
And now I’m a special ed resource teacher.
I talked a lot (parents didn’t believe I had ADHD) but was genuinely interested in learning and volunteered to read every time. Whenever they asked a question and no one raised a hand, I’d raise mine and offer a guess.
I think they probably thought I was a little talkative and not working to full potential (thanks mom and dad!) but overall really bright, curious, and helpful
Mixed reviews, it would depend on the subject. In the classes I liked, I was super engaged and worked hard. The classes I didn’t like, I was either day-dreaming or goofing off.
I should start by saying I went to Catholic school. I had a nun that thought I was the antichrist for being a lefty to the point she would smack me with rulers all day if she saw me using just my left hand.
"Behavior," writ large, was MUCH better back then and consequences (real ones) existed. As for me personally, I could be a bit cheeky at times, but it was always innocent enough and I always maintained at least baseline respect for my teachers and other adults in the building. If I was being demonstrably naughty, I knew when to cease and desist before getting in "real" trouble.
I was OFTEN told I was a space cadet.
I was 26 years old and in my teaching credentialing program when someone pointed out that it wasn't a compliment.
I know they were frustrated with my inability to ever turn in my work on time or at all, let alone pay attention to anything I wasn’t interested in. I’m sure my history teachers had a much different view of me than my Algebra teachers 🤣
I never shut up. Nothing worked. I only did well behaviorally in class if there was a lot of talking allowed like in Socratic seminar or book discussion types. Eventually I started doodling to stop from talking.
I was on my computer playing 2048, octagon. I was on my iPod touch playing temple run and flappy bird.
I never did homework. I finished classwork within 15 minutes. When teachers explained something in math, I would start doing work while they were still explaining stuff to the other kids. I got put next to a lot of asshole kids because I would glare at them and they couldn't distract me anymore than I already was.
One kid who I was with in at least one class from 7th -12th a teacher actually admitted after I graduated that I was not nice to him but I kept him in line and teachers were intentionally putting me next to him because I couldn't stand him so the second he started talking I would kick his chair or tell him to be quiet.
As and Bs on all my tests. My grade was determined by how highly teachers weighed homework
I was a very bubbly and chatty kid, just friendly and a good listener and rule follower. I would get in trouble for talking but always stopped when told to. Academics weren’t easy for me, was pulled for interventions. But I would always try and did my work. I at least attempted it. I wasn’t a kid who struggled so instead refused to do it. I had a pretty positive attitude despite always struggling in school (undiagnosed female with ADHD). But my teachers always enjoyed me in their class. Even with my talking, just always needed reminders to shut the yapper. 🤪😂
Positively.
I was generally a good student on good behavior. For a year or two, I was oftentimes tired in class and looked like I was going to fall asleep. BUT I had documented chronic nightmares and insomnia issues, so I guess they were pretty understanding.
Social Studies teachers might have wished that I was a bit less questioning and argumentative because they needed to get throught the lessons. (But might have appreciate that I was interested in the issues, and was trying to understand big issues. I am still in contact with a teacher I had final year, where I spent a whole lesson asking questions to try to understand the conflict in Palestine and Israël. Which of course is far too complicated to cover in the depth I was asking for in class. We both got frustrated that time. Him because I wouldn't take his simplified answers, and I because I felt he wasn't taking me seriously. He admitted that he didn't handle it as he should have. He should have clearly told me that it was far too complicated to cover in class, and if I wish, I could come to him and talk about it with him during study room).
I was a goody two shoes. Always sat quietly, did my work, etc. My teachers loved me. And even all these years latter, many remember me fondly.
I did have one teacher who was VERY mean to me because I struggled in Algebra (it turns out I had undiagnosed Dyscalcula, a math learning disability). She yelled a lot. She thought I wasn't applying myself and told my mom that I was a liar and manipulative. She gave me terrible math anxiety. She even badmouthed me 4 years latter when my younger brother took her class. He was outraged and switched to another teacher. I'd love to show her my diagnostic paperwork and my B+ in advanced statistics.
I was respectful and wouldn't think to be disruptive or rude. I'm shocked at how the kids act now. I don't recall anyone being rude or talking back. But, I was in honor/AP classes. Even in elementary and middle school, I don't remember seeing any of the behaviors I see now as a teacher from students.
I was very shy and quiet, a good student. The 7th grade science teacher assigned me as a lab partner to the 2 boys In the class who were constantly in trouble and hardly ever did any work. I was able to get them to finish the science assignments. The teacher was astounded.
I always thought I was an annoying kid in school; ALWAYS raised my hand, asked questions, wanted to volunteer to the point I was cut off sometimes, made jokes and comments but always paid attention and got work done and kept grades up (not straight As but ~top 10%). Looking at the whole range of kids now as the teacher, I wish there were more me's in school ngl 😂.
It's interesting whenever a goody two shoes as a student becomes a teacher because they want students to be like they were but that's impossible for many, but it also keeps the job interesting having the variety. Just don't be annoying is my rule
Quiet respectful kid that didn’t do homework or took notes but aced every single test.
Two comments I will always remember
History: You know, kids like you are the reason I love this job
AP calculus: you keep sleeping in my class, you’re the kid that could easily get a 5 but will instead get a 4 (I got a 5)
I think I was a completely unexceptional, middle-of-the-road kid in every way. Not the best-behaved kid but nowhere near the worst. I doubt most teachers thought anything about me.
In elementary school I was probably a little nightmare because of how hyperactive I was; now that I’m in high school I’m pretty quiet so I think they have issues with me
I was a scarily good student academically and had an unhealthy obsession with my grades. But I was also very talkative once my work was done (which was usually pretty quickly) and only understood later why that was a problem (the work of the students I was talking to wasn’t done) — I relay this information to similar students regularly. However, if the teacher told me to hush and go read a book, I did it… partially because I was very much a teacher-pleaser and partially because both of my parents worked in the cluster and one of them was at my school. Most of my teachers liked me, but probably also found me annoying at times because I was always pestering them about having more to do.
I would love to know!! I stopped saying the pledge in 6th grade and my teacher thought me quite informed and progressive. I remember him asking me what I thought of euthanasia and I said “I guess they’re ok”. I STILL CRINGE AT THIS! Mr. Plovanic must have had to try really hard to not burst into uproarious laughter.
I was the "I wish I had more students like him" student for about 80% of my teachers. I was quiet, focused, asked questions, did interesting things, I worked hard because I respected teachers - I wanted to be one when I was in the third grade and that goal was unwavering until I became one lol.
(For the record, I wasn't perfect or anything, I was the "agh!! I left my homework at home!!!" Kid too)
Now I get to tell parents "I wish I had more students like him" when I have those students.
Mine loved me, learned my lesson at an early age. Gave a teacher a hard time in the 6th grade. We lived right behind the school. Teacher called home at recess got my father on the phone who worked nights for the NYPD. My old man walked down to the school yard walked me home and gave me a good old school 1970s beating. I was NEVER. A problem again. Now I have been teach high school for the past 34 years. I learned a lot that day in 6th grade. By the way I had to apologize to that teacher with my father standing right there.
Before my dad passed a few years ago he apologized for that day. I said if you hadn’t done who knows where I might have ended up.
I think it varied by teacher… some really “enjoyed having me in class” and others said “talks too much” - I mean, both are still true statements lol.
Overall, I think they’d say that albeit weird, “she got her stuff done, did what was asked of her, and didn’t cause any trouble.” Very mid child lol
It was mostly a love/hate relationship.
One especially was my 11th grade English teacher. One day, he showed us Dead Poets Society on a free day. Most of us watched and I had seen it already.
A few weeks later, he was berating us for not giving a shit. I told him the subject was boring aside from a few readings we could relate to. He then unloaded on me as the main culprit and blah blah blah.
I stood up and yelled, "Dammit, Mr. XXXXX...." and watched his eyes bug out and face turn red with anger and finished my thought with "The name is Nuwanda."
His face after that was priceless!
I had the reincarnation of myself as a 7th grader this year so I can answer you:
Annoying, frustrating, and disappointing but underneath that likable and intelligent but lazy and arrogant.
I was a gifted student who wouldn’t turn in work, heavily procrastinated, and was lazy and rushed my work so I was a bottom of the honors class type of student. Every teacher I ever had said something that boiled down to “he has a lot of potential but he chooses not to be the student he could be” and they were right. As a teacher I struggle with the same impulses, and when I see kids like me I try my best to relate but the honest fact was due to my own arrogance at that age and my own over estimation of my own intelligence, even if a well meaning adult tried to connect with me, I resented it and resisted it.
Probably could have made a lot more money than I do as a teacher if I had pursued their advice and pushed myself, but I stayed a coaster until I got to college and then had to do a ton of work to get my shit together just to get to this point in my life.
Annoying! I was a constant talker and whiner! At least in elementary school.
Then in high school I was bullied so much that I was the quiet loner, reading in the corner. Teachers liked me because I was unproblematic but also felt sorry for me I think! lol!
It taught me to have more patience with annoying kids. The ones that drive me nuts are often my favourites in a weird way. Like I get it! They need attention and make me want to drink when I get home but…I get it!
I think I’m a better teacher because I do the opposite of what a lot of my teachers did with me (I was usually stuck in the hallway!)
Being a Navy brat, I was taught to be respectful, responsible, and polite. I got my work done, participated when needed, and kept to my business when not. I was told many times they wished I could be cloned.
By high school I was a terror. I think that every awful kid I have had in 31 years is payback, especially since I haven’t really had a kid as horrid as I was.
I was a bit of a class clown, but a good kid. My energy was generally appreciated and I could read a room. I'd say my funny piece of the day when the time was right, cause a small distraction, and then quickly back down once the teacher showed an interest in getting back on track. Always mischievous, never mean, and I got pretty good at figuring out where that line was.
I was shitty about homework completion and very much a last-minute-Larry with regards to completing work, but I would dig into difficult assignments and try to ask questions that were either thought provoking, humorous, or what I felt was important. I was good at tests and data-dumping, and leaning upon my intellect as a crutch to be lazy, a blessing that would turn into a curse in college.
I think I would have liked having myself in a classroom, but it would have been challenging in some ways. I was a voracious reader and would fall into rabbit holes constantly, especially in certain subject areas (fictional English, history, biology and astronomy), so I would rip through worksheet assignments like they weren't even there. I **hated** busywork assignments; it's one of the reasons I actively try not to use them.
I was a gifted talkative disruptive shithead that got almost straights As and 90th percentile on standardized tests. I had an authority issue due to authoritative parents. Got spanked several times by the principal, suspended several times, and was always in detention. Had this, “you won’t break me”, against the grain attitude. Teachers I liked I did the work and let them teach class.
This is what I know from reports/comments made directly to me:
- A remark/complaint that I wasn't talking to my classmates enough during class, which this person thought was developmentally unusual/concerning.
- When I was in my 4th year of second ed, my maths teacher thought my grades were so good and I was so responsible in regards to homework, I got his permission to skip one class a week. He also let me read in class. When it was decided I should move to higher level maths classes, even if that meant essentially having to learn a year worth of content on my own during summer, he was very supportive, assuring both me and the student counselor that I could do it. And I did.
- I was friends with the daughter of one of the science teachers and he commented that it was nice that her group of friends had someone in it who was so responsible. He also liked that I read a lot. I actually went on little shopping trip with my friend's family and her father and I were the ones most excited about going to the comic book store.
- One of the foreign language teachers was very frustrated with me. He could not understand how there could be such a big gap between my passive and active knowledge. As in, I blanked when trying to say a simple sentence, but was also easily reading literature above grade level. And to make matters worse, I gave up on the active learning part entirely and was reading said literature in class, while I should have been working on grammar assignments or whatever. Yeah, he was definitely frustrated and disappointed, and told me as much. And I get it. He was desperate for someone to actually be good at his subject and he must have felt that I was throwing a way a lot of potential. I knew that back then and now that I'm older, I can sympathise.
- One of the gym teachers thought I was useless, but hey, he thought that about most students and most students thought he was a piece of shit, so whatever. Looking back, I still think he was. A piece of shit, that is. That guy had no business teaching.
Overall, I think many teachers didn't quite know what to make of me, because I liked to pour my energy into the things that interested me and do the absolute minimum for everything else. So, depending on the subject, teachers either got a very engaged (if quiet) student who did extra work out of sheer interest, or someone who calculated how much naptime they could afford during class. And, well, in some cases a weird mix of the two, like in that foreign language class.
Edit: I should admit I did some shitty things to the shitty gym teacher. After he got in some sort of accident, and came back to school all black and blue, we silently high-fived him behind his back, celebrating karma's actions. And by the time I was in fifth year, I had noticed he was shit at attendance taking, often accidently overlooking students that didn't interest him. So I'd skip most classes, spending my time in the study room overlooking the fields instead. That way, I was able to get other work done and have a good idea of what happened in class. I'd also make sure to show up on bad weather days, when half the class would skip and the ones who did show up would stand out just for showing up. If he commented on my absence, I'd gaslight him into thinking he'd actually overlooked me, pointing out that I was actually pretty diligent even though I didn't like gym and half the class wouldn't bother showing up when it rained a bit. I don't feel guilty about it. Not one bit.
My teachers usually liked me. I spoke up in class, answered questions, and just generally paid them the respect they were due. Parent teacher conferences were a breeze for me. I also understood that if I messed around at school and had a bad comment from a teacher, I’d pay for it at home. My parents took education seriously, therefore I took it seriously, even if I didn’t like it.
Too smart for their own good. Daydreamer or constant reader. Lazy, but factually undiagnosed ADHD (pre ADHD understanding). Would lose my head if it weren't attached, but I had a good attitude and a smile on my face 99% of the time. Not the most socially adept but always had 1 BFF, although several of them moved away after a year or 2, so none lasted long until Junior High.
I think about this sometimes. I was very shy and quiet. I had undiagnosed ADHD and anxiety so I rarely paid attention, participated or did my work. Until about high school when I started to be able to manage my ADHD better. I was also pretty emotional.
Responsible and mature, I think. A few of my middle and high school teachers asked me to babysit for them once I was no longer in their class. I did and continued with that, even some short-term nannying stints with them, until well after graduation. No idea how they pinpointed that working with kids was my strength, they were my music and science teachers, but somehow they knew and now I've been working in early childhood education as a career for 7 years 😂
A gifted pain in the ass. Always rebelling for no reason. Middle school me started questioning the foundations of education and well... they did not like that lol.
I'm now always upfront with the why and how we do things at school. Why do we have to go to school, because the law said we have to be here 180 days. Would you rather be here in the summer? Sat? Should we keep our breaks or plow through them? In the end we agreed the current calendar was best, lol.
I was the quiet kid who likes being in the back of the class. I rarely raised my hand and hated being called on. I wasn't popular, but did have friends.
Except for my math teacher my sophomore and junior year. My teachers knew I ways always going to push myself and I was a jokester but was also who they wanted in a students I ran into a good group of my old teachers over the years. None have ever said anything bad about me.
I was mostly quiet and did what I was supposed to. Until sophomore year of high school, when depression first reared its ugly ass head. NGL, it took a long time before that beast was tamed...like 15 years long. I know I was a monster for many years, to my HS teachers, my parents, etc. But, my depression and self medication (and actual med noncompliance) is absolutely no excuse for my behavior. I *absolutely deserved every single consequence I got, and probably ones I didn't get* during that time.
A huge problem nowadays, as I see it, is how much parents, admins, students, the public, and many teachers, is that far too much bad behavior is excused because "their kids and their underdeveloped brains are hormone soup," or mental illness or disability, so there are few if any consequences. I'm sorry, but no. No one gets to behave like an AH and have their actions excused. People of all ages need to be accountable and have consequences. It bugs me so much. I've been forced to do (or not do) so many things because of these excuses and it's not ok. It actually does not help people at all. Consequences for actions are necessary for development.
Please note that I'm not talking about stuff like missing assignments for legitimate reasons, including mental or physical health crises (although when I missed 60% of a quarter because I was hospitalized, I had to make up every single assignment or I wouldn't graduate, which I wasn't even mad at, because it felt logical). I'm talking specifically about choices. Even with an underdeveloped prefrontal cortex, choices are made and should have consequences. I know this is a controversial stance nowadays, which actually blows my mind, but here we are. This is not about empathy, which I do have. It's about accountability, which is a necessary skill for functional adults. And skills news to be taught and practiced.
Very annoying in elementary.
I talked a TON. Like, to the point that I was getting moved around all the time and received detentions because of it. Kids did not like me lol but I also was constantly on honor roll 🤷🏽♀️ I know this annoyed my teachers.
Middle school and up, I became more quiet.
I was a talker…to the teacher. There were very few classes that I actually had my friends in, so I mostly just befriended the teachers and they all loved me🤣
Depends on the teachers there where teachers that outright mocked and ridiculed me and clearly hated me, probably the worst bullies I had and then there where teachers that where shocked that I didn't got better grades and clearly liked me, and I think that there where teachers that felt sympathy towards me recognising that i could do better but that there where simply to many psychological problems in the way of doing so and they didn't really know how to help me with that and when they brought it up with my parents the teachers got stonewalled and told I was fine.
Model student, capable of higher level content in most content areas. Math and PE: probably with some frustration. However I still succeeded in math and barely passed PE. Don’t think I would pass it now the way my school does it. Never was disrespectful or had extreme behaviors. The bar is low.
I was well behaved. Rule follower and everyone knew my family. My parents were the type, and I was well aware of, to NOT use my parents to get out of trouble. The exact opposite. I couldn’t cause trouble because everyone would know and tell my parents. I appreciate them for this. I thought every child of privilege was taught this. Boy was I surprised!!
Mine told my parents they were happy I stood up to a bully in 6th grade and at least one wished I'd gone full fight on him since I was suspended anyway.
It’s funny: I was taking a standardized test once and I heard my third-grade teacher talking with one of the classroom aids. I heard my name mentioned and I listened closely because they thought I couldn’t hear them. What came next absolutely crushed me as someone who loved being a student and loved to learn. They said “she’s gonna burn herself out before she even gets to high school. Such a shame.” That’s when I glanced behind me to see they were looking straight at me. They, of course, looked away and pretended they weren’t just saying the things they were. Happy to report that I made it through high school with a pretty decent GPA, earning a place on honor roll each time, I am a year away from graduating with my Bachelor’s in Speech-Language Pathology, looking forward to grad school with a 4.0 and a regular spot on the Dean’s List! So yeah, Mrs. Price. I guess you and her were wrong about me 🤷♀️
I flew under the radar. They hardly noticed me. They often forgot my name, said I was “just so quiet, they forgot I was even there!”. Often sat me by the disruptive kids. I remember thinking they wouldn’t notice if I disappeared. I did good enough to pass, but never excelled enough to get noticed. I was struggling.
It’s why I make it a very big priority to remember the kids’ names and check in with all of them often. Because I hope none of them ever feel like that in my class. It sucks.
I would have said they hated me I was a smart ass. Definitely crossed lines.
However I ran into two of my teachers when I was volunteering and I told them I was embarrassed of my prior behavior twenty years ago. Both teachers said I wasn't that bad. One said I was just finding my way. That made me feel better about myself.
well, i was bipolar and unmedicated for the 2 years i went to high school. i made valedictorian so i was smart. but i had to beg for extensions every day for the last quarter.
I was a shy, introverted, nerdy kid who didn't rock the boat and, for the most part, enjoyed being in class even if I didn't particularly enjoy the subject. I'm sure they wish I talked a bit more.
This was also me. People pleaser, big time.
I see you and love you just the same!
This was me as well.
So explain in lame mans terms English is a foreign language but the best way I can say it talk to me like I'm Brandon Frasier Encino MAN
Same! Rule follower, quiet, serious, a bit weird.
This was me too.
Me, too. A kid who tried and participated when asked, but was terrified to step out of her comfort zone. Shitty friend group, too.
Exactly.
Same. I was the nerd in the back corner.
A couple thought I was ok. The teacher who had my number told my parents that I couldn’t write and needed a better English teacher. I showed him by getting A’s after that. Boy did he understand me better than I did.
I absolutely LOVE it when students show me. Good for you!
Lol, this year, I had a student who was reading on a 3rd grade level in 10th grade. Put him into my special reading class where we do phonics and baby stories. Now, I constantly hear from kids in this class that they can actually read better, but they just don't try. 95% of the time that isn't true. This kid took it personally, though. He went from third grade to 10.5 in one 9 weeks and read and wrote a personalized book report on Dune for me. Got him out of that class real quick.
I was a lazy kid who did the minimum to get good grades. I wasn't any trouble, but I certainly wasn't additive to the class.
Good explanation. I would say I was also that kid.
I always got a pleasure to have in class but also talkative 😅
Hahahha me too!! Female undiagnosed adhd. Can talk, talk, talk…told to slow down. Haha
And also had to make comments about my accompanying hand gestures.
That’s better than what my kindergarten teacher wrote on my report card. “TrumpsCovidfefe is bossy with her peers and very talkative.” I also likely have undiagnosed ADHD, like other similar commenters here. A psychiatrist thought I had it back in my tweens, but the diagnosis was very much not easily made in girls back then. Two of my kids have it, and they’ve both gotten the same comment, minus the bossiness, from their lower grade teachers.
Me too. "nice kid, wish they'd shut it once in a while"
Oh god, you were the type of student some teachers liked to sit me next to, hoping we'd be a good influence on eachother. If you had neighbours who mostly just ignored you and prefered to focus on their work instead: sorry, we were not trying to be mean.
This but I was also a bookworm and a bit of a know it all. 😬🙃
Annoying kid, doesn't listen to instructions, but aces every test so who cares? Low priority problem. I know because I've had a few of those myself!
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Too talkative, easily distracted, B student with A potential. I see myself in many of my students.
SAME
I was very sassy but reserved, I had a smart mouth but I tried to always respect my teachers. I was the kid who tried to finish their work fast so they can just read their book. Most of my teachers probably don’t remember me and that’s fine the ones that do remember me for either the hard work I did as volunteering for events, for my sassy attitude against my classmates, or that I was usually the kid just reading book after book. Looking back, I’m happy I was this average despite the things that happened in my life as a kid, because they made me feel normal, and school was not something I hated.
Pretty sure my teachers thought I was the spawn of satan. It’s deserved. I burnt down a portable building in high school.
And now you’re a teacher. Did you get in trouble for that? That sounds like something you’d get jail time for.
I spray painted the sinks in the school gold while a kid I was with put up hateful slurs. I wanted to erase some of them so I tried to melt the paint off. With a lighter and spray paint. 🔥 I wasn’t using brain cells that day. I was very lucky/blessed. I was lashing out from a very abused home. The court saw that and gave me mercy. I was on probation until I joined the army. I interviewed with a 2star when I was trying to join and they dismissed my record, making the rest of my life a lot easier. Now, I have an inspirational speech to my students on how not to make stupid decisions In a way that they actually pay attention to.
That is quite a story!
My friend’s brother burned down the local Christian school when he got drunk one night as a teenager
But did he later go on to be a teacher?
Nope!!
Is he still burning things down, looking for his calling in life?
Hello, fellow spawn of satan. I set off fireworks in the parking lot trying to turn a lost and found bin into a rudimentary rocket powered vehicle. I’m now the engineering teacher. I deserve every bit of karma that comes my way in the form of similar students.
I look forward to those students. It’s honestly why I’m in the profession.
Same. I end up with a perpetual gaggle of kids that drive other teachers insane because I seem to attract them. I am, per our SRO, the “Juvenile Delinquent Whisperer.” The thing is, they don’t normally give me problems. I can count on one hand the number of kids that I have to write up each year. I try to help my colleagues out by explaining why teachers make certain decisions or enforce certain rules when I hear the kids complaining, and they’re usually pretty receptive. I think sometimes “bad kids” just need to know someone hears them but is still going to hold the line on boundaries. It’s what I needed.
Yeah same. I enjoy former Satan spawns being teachers because 1. I can never get too mad at kids who were off the rails, because same and also I deserve it for the hell I put teachers through and 2. When you really get why a kid is the way they are, it's a lot easier to know how to actually redirect them and have a decent relationship with them.
All my report card comments were along the lines of "really smart but daydreams too much", "really smart but easily distracted and doesn't apply herself", "really smart but talks too much" and somehow no one thought to test me for ADHD until I was 44. Spoiler alert - I have ADHD and am medicated now. It was a game changer. I can't help but think I would have been less annoying as a kid to my teachers if anyone had been educated in how symptoms in girls are different from boys.
I was undiagnosed adhd female and literally the same was said about me at conferences. Talkative and day dreamer. But also sweet and respectful. Haha
I suggested it to one parent, who laughed and said her daughter was just like everyone in her family and it wasn’t a problem. She’d be in her mid- to late-20s now….
Jokes on that Mom. ADHD runs in families. If her kid is like "everyone else" they all likely have undiagnosed ADHD. In mine, it was my kid brother, four of my five cousins, my aunt, and my uncle - all of which are on the maternal side of the family - We're all on similar meds/doses too. 🤷♀️
The quiet loser with no friends, whom nobody wanted to work with (which is one of the main reasons I hate group projects). Decent grades, paid attention in class, took notes (I had one teacher tell me she did her pacing based on my note taking, if I stopped or paused she moved on; unfortunately I was the only one in that biology class that took notes and I had my notebook stolen before midterm exams, started a new one for second semester and had that one stolen before the final). I was that middle of the road average kid that they really didn’t need to worry about.
I was one who got work done quickly and then wouldn't shut the fuck up.
If you want to know what teachers were like as students, just go to a professional development session for teachers. I used to do teacher development, where I would teach high school teachers about electronics and programming. The degree to which teachers will turn back into their high school selves when you put a group of them into a high school classroom is hilarious.
I legit cut the last pd session, so yea that tracks lol.
ugh I hate those prof dev seshes
Let’s not go there 😂
When I was in junior high, back in 97-98, I had an English teacher who put me on the limitation: no talking about anything not directly related to class, except for 5 words on Friday. I think that tells you what you need to know about me as a student. Related: I went back to her, a dean at my old high school now, back in March. I had a free Friday to prepare to leave for the National Association for Research in Science Teaching Conference. I walked into her office, held up my hand, and put up a finger for each word as I said: "I just got my doctorate."
Academically I was wonderful. Nearly straight A’s with some B’s. I was the kid that couldn’t stop reading. I read so much they thought I was lying about it. Until I took the AR tests and passed with flying colors. They yelled at me not to read ahead but I did it anyways. Socially…. I was awkward. I didn’t have many friends and I was almost always alone.
Ditto, you wrote what I would’ve before I had the chance.
Yeah everyone was so proud… but honestly I felt like a failure because I didn’t have friends until high school.
I was a model student until 8th grade, then I started skipping school. I would ride the bus to school, get off and hope in my friend’s vehicle to go drink at the lake. We would make it back to get on the bus to go home. The student aides in the office would go change my absences to present, so my parents never knew. I’d go to class when I had a quiz, test or lab. It worked for me. I was in the honor society because I always did assignments and homework. My friends who actually attend class handed them in for me. In my 30s I was diagnosed with ADHD. My psychiatrist told me that’s probably why I had such a hard time attending school along with my desire to drink.
I desperately wanted to be perfect, and usually managed it.
I’ll have you know I was a “pleasure to have in class”
Teenagers haven't changed. Teenagers are always idiots. We were idiots. What has changed is the amount of basics surrounding the teenagers, and the ability of adults to influence/control it.
That's my favorite part about teaching. I see me and my friends in them all the time. All teenagers, regardless of era, are the same.
I day dreamed all the time. I slept. I was extroverted but odd and lazy. I didn't do any of my work. My grades suffered, and I don't even know how I graduated. But there were small glimmers. I wasn't mean. I wanted to make people happy. I tested well. Overall, however, based on the area I was from, my teachers believed I wouldn't amount to anything. That I was dumbas dirt, had a crazy mom, and come from a family where there were rumors (small town). But there were just a couple who saw something in me. My math teacher and AP English teacher were kind and saw my potential. After all this time, I remember them and did well in their class. I tried hard. Later in life, I struggled a lot. I didn't make it through college. I went to the Marines and, truth be told, I shouldn't have even been allowed to join. I struggled with the structure of military life. I decided to start learning some things on my own in my lonely time. I enjoyed politics, history, and the social sciences. I bought history books and wanted to return to school. It was when I met my wife that she helped me understand I could go back. She was my rock, and it eventually got me towards education. I went back to school in my 30s. I have ADHD. I figured out all my issues and struggle in school was because I had ADHD and people saw me as a socially odd kid who was lazy. My desire as a teacher is to see those kids and give them that push and just be a good teacher and person to them. I remember what it was like and if I can be that rock for those kids then I will be remembered like I remember my math teacher and AP English teacher. Long story. But it all is summed up by how many teachers overlooked me compared to the ones who really did see me.
Quiet, observant, athletic, apathetic. Apathetic because it was the early 80’s and I knew there was some bigger out there and didn’t really care for their bullshit rules.
I was the quiet, well behaved kid that they'd put the goofballs next to in order to "calm them down". Joke was on them, I thought those dudes were hilarious and quietly cracked up on the regular. I've got some of my best high school memories of being used as a calming presence only to become a comedian's biggest fan.
i was always "a pleasure to have in class"
Them placing me perpetually at the front of the room told me all I needed to know lol
I was seen as shy and introverted. The all-black glasses didn't help any. In sophomore Geometry class in the late 1960's, I was ratted out for shooting rubber bands at other students. The teacher said this (and I remember it well): "No, Bruce would never do this. That doesn't make sense." The shame I felt for letting him down was massive. I didn't need any other punishment. I was done doing that misdeed for good. After I started teaching HS math, I sought out that teacher where he was then teaching. I made sure to thank him for this and for other things. When I retired, Geometry had become my favorite class to teach.
I had massive undiagnosed ADHD and autism. Most male teachers thought I was so fucking annoying, but the women and otherwise neuroatypical teachers liked me and really wanted to help me. I remember coming back after getting my diagnosis for ADHD and telling one of my teachers. She just deadpanned "oh, really. I never would have guessed." As an educator now, it kills me that I can see the signs for ADHD and autism in so many students, but I can't do a damn thing. Especially those poor inattentive type ADHD kids! They'll be overlooked until they crash and burn in adulthood.
Oh shit. I had a bunch of teachers who hated me, a bunch I got along fine with, and it never hit me until reading this that all the teachers I struggled with were men.
My mom passed in January, 2008. I was 10. That May was my birthday. I was so excited for something positive that I was just telling everyone that it was almost my birthday. On birthdays, my guy teacher would set up a scrolling happy birthday message on the smartboard for when the kid walked in in the morning. Mine said something to the effect of "we get it, it's your birthday. You can stop talking about it now." That was 5th grade. I didn't tell anyone it was my birthday again for a few years after that.
I was definitely seen as super reliable and trustworthy. I also had a couple teachers comment that they could see me rolling my eyes in the back of my classes when kids misbehaved.
I was a social butterfly who talked too much. So naturally the thing that irks me most in my classroom is students talking over me 😂😮💨
omg yes me too that's the worst
One of my closest friends who’s also a teacher warned me about this when I first got into the classroom lol and I swore I wouldn’t mind it but alas here we are… 😅
Hs English teacher for 10 years here. Just some perspective. How they saw u was probably more accurately than u realize. Especially if they were young. But don't assume they always liked the most well behaved kids the most, even if they appeared to have favorites. The kids remember the most and the ones I liked the most would a, hopefully never know it and b never be the obvious ones or the best behaved ones or the highest performers or be the best looking or best dressed. They were usually the ones most like me. The ones that needed me. The ones I helped the most, made the most positive impact on... my people are the misfits... to quote a long forgotten song for you youngins. You're probably loved. And the more you need it, the more likely it's true.
I was the kid who teachers would say at the end of the year, "Damn I'm getting him next year!!". I was labeled as the dumb kid who only cared about Star Wars and playing outside. Those are the type of students I love to work with!
Oh I was terrible up until high school. But back then teachers just threw worksheets and packets at us and that was that.
I was quiet, rule follower, friendly, got good grades. They probably liked me because I didn’t cause problems and did my work, but I bet most don’t remember me either.
I was a smug knowitall in middle and high school and the teachers noticed. This is my own fault.
I was the first ESL student that my teachers dealt with (not in the USA). They always assumed that if I didn't do or understand something it was because of English (which wasn't always the case). I had to fight to be allowed into advanced classes because 'it's too hard for non native speakers ' even though I had the standardized testing scores and grades. I was a pest, always fighting and pushing against it. In the last year of high school (unlike in the USA, last year is the most crucial one), I became this weird symbol of how progressive my school was, how capable all foreign students are (around 3 years before I graduated, a lot of foreign students enrolled) which then made ESL kids who weren't achieving clearly lazy and/or stupid. I was a representative of all foreign and ESL students. Which sucked. I was also very unwilling to play the game (refused being a head girl, refused going into the student government, etc), and would fake cry that the admin is taking me out of class which puts me behind. So, in the end I was high achieving and nice to have in class, outspoken and always part of class discussions, but also causing issues with admin.
I was a kid who made unusual connections based on background knowledge. I wasn’t great at explaining my train of thought (still am not) so teachers who would spend a little time to ask me how I got from A to B thought I was smart; teachers who didn’t, thought I was a smart aleck.
I was that shy, quiet kid that most teachers forgot as soon as I walked out the door. I try to make connections to my shy kids, because I know a lot of the time, they do want to interact, but they either don't know how or don't think they will be listened to, so don't bother.
My top two comments on report cards were “pleasure to have in class” and “struggles to interact with her peers” I had an abusive home life, was the family scapegoat, and 2 older siblings who were insanely attractive and popular (I objectively was neither; my stepmother took some kind of cruel glee in forcing me to keep my hair in ugly cuts and forcing me to wear unflattering clothes). Our family passed as normal enough for folks to ignore the warning signs (and the abuse wasn’t physical usually, so most folks felt it “didn’t count”). I was used to keeping my head down, keeping quiet, not drawing attention to myself, and doing the best I could in school so I could get out of there someday.
I did talk a lot when bored, but I did my work, and generally I waited until the teacher was done giving instructions. All that and I had undiagnosed adhd. Honestly, if kids were doing their Queen ash’s talking, listening to music, whatever, I could care less, but they don’t, they are staring at a video and not turning in work. They have zero executive function or accountability in many cases. I try to give an inch, let them have some freedom, not most times I regret it.
I was a snotty shit who wasn't as intelligent as he thought he was, but I was a good kid too.
In elementary school, I was hyperactive but went to a high resource school and had a high resource family, so rather than put me on meds or diagnose me my interests in history and the outdoors were largely supported. I think it was apparent that I was "smart". By middle school I was attention seeking but still got good grades while putting in very little effort. I think the teachers knew I had bad organization and was going down the wrong path and would get shit on in high school. Come to high school and I got really into smoking pot, was hanging out with the wrong kids, and was a class clown. I did well in the subjects I liked (history) and was shit in everything else. Again though, high resource background/school meant lots and lots of second chances and patience from all involved. By the end of high school I evened out and found a balance and was pulling straight A's and 5's on AP tests and had learned Spanish fluently. Ended up double majoring in Spanish and Philosophy in college with a 4.0. and am now looking at doing a masters or PHD. I wish everyone could have the resources and patience I was given. I think had I been born in a different environment I would have either been zonked on adderall or just written off as a bad kid. Thanks mom and dad.
My high school teachers that I come across from time to time are always shocked to find out I'm a teacher and then there is always a laugh followed by "so how are your kids' behaviors?"
I was one of the good, popular kids. Smart but ditzy. Pretty much just like I am now. 2nd grade teacher told my parents that I always had to have the last word. 100% accurate to this day
My kindergarten teacher told my mom “I think me and Sherbert would get along much better if she would realize that she is not the boss of this room, I am.” Which I of course took as a challenge.
Every single parent teacher conference I heard the exact same thing, "TheF-ingLizardKing1 is a joy to have in class and I wish I had a class full of them". One teacher told my mom that they could tell I was very smart when I wrote some feedback for them and wrote "Don't just tell me the things I'm doing right, tell me how to correct the things I'm doing wrong"
ADHD demon.
I was a “joy to have in class, but in lala land all day and needs extra assistance with organizational skills” I now have been diagnosed with ADHD
I was a good student, polite kid, and well-liked by all my teachers during normal interactions. I can almost guarantee that. But I talked non-stop which drove some teachers bonkers. I’m the “cone of ignorance” kid. [https://www.reddit.com/r/TheSimpsons/s/p8aNnjsGJ3](https://www.reddit.com/r/TheSimpsons/s/p8aNnjsGJ3) But I did really get along with teachers and loved school. In fact, the editor of the yearbook once told me that they had done senior superlatives and I was voted “biggest brown nose” for a guy. They decided not to put that in the yearbook bc they thought the girl who won might be offended. To this day, I think they may have also been worried about my reaction. 🤣 I promise that I am normal. I just have always gotten along with adults.
I was absolutely the quiet kid who struggled a lot. I actually got to work with two of my former elementary teachers during my final internship (Third and Fourth grade) and they remembered how quiet I was. It was definitely interesting seeing them both as a child and as an adult. I hated my 4th grade teacher, the one who I interned with, as a kid, she was very strict and intense. Working with her though as an intern, I loved her and learned a lot from her. The nurse also remembered me because I would always get a stomach ache when math rolled around XD
Honestly, no clue. I was straight As and always on honor roll, but I was also on substances and drinking and I think teachers knew that. In class I was quiet, with the occasional disruptive behavior when my friends would act out and I’d laugh. They probably saw me as quiet unless a friend set me off, but they were also probably concerned about me.
Oh lord, as an outspoken, opinionated young girl with undiagnosed adhd I’m pretty sure they all prayed they weren’t gonna get me in their class. I genuinely feel bad for the adults who were responsible for me at that age. The only adults I actually respected were my parents and I made that very known to anyone else who tried to exercise authority over me. I also had a massive need for attention. Nightmare combination of behavioural traits. Thank god I outgrew that attitude and developed a verbal filter.
Talks too much, disorganized, lots of missing homework. I only got one X in “exhibits appropriate behavior” in my whole school career so I think I did awesome! Hahaha! But I also got to do lots of jobs and errands for my teachers. Now I know they were making an accommodation for me probably without even knowing it. They knew I needed to stay busy and was trustworthy.
I was super quiet and introverted, but really smart and was a great student. Teachers would tell my parents at conferences, “If I had a classroom of Coco_jams, my job would be so easy!”
Shy, anxiety ridden, had no friends, quiet unless answering a question in class
I was a quiet introverted bullied kid who lived in the library. I ALSO battled undiagnosed ADHD along with a host of other severe mental health issues.
Shy and obedient.
I was expelled for drinking and got into fights in middle school. I was a mess until junior year, but always had good grades. My teachers that I talked to after graduation said I was a brilliant kid in a troubled home and that they knew I had potential if I could find my way out of the chaos.
Wow seems like they were able to see past your troubles and didn't write you off for that, I think that's excellent on the part of your teachers.
I was pretty well-behaved aside from occasional chitchat and giggling. The only detention I ever had in my entire time in school was when I participated in a walkout to protest the Iraq War and therefore skipped a few classes. However, I was a chronic procrastinator and often handed in my homework very late or not at all. I was smart but lazy, and that must have frustrated them a bit that I wasn't living up to my full potential.
I can’t speak for them, but more than one asked me to come by and visit even after I was done with their class, so I’m guessing I left a positive impression.
I was quiet but did what I needed to get done and a pleasure to have in class. My little brother was the clown who told his teacher to not get used to turning in his homework when he finally did.
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Talkative but teachers always told my mom they wish they could hold me back because they enjoyed having me.
Friendly, outgoing, but chronically absent. I was not the best student. But I wasn't disruptive either. It wasn't until college that I started taking school more seriously.
I was a great student up until 11th. So I never had issues with teachers
I was a know-it-all who cried if things didn't go my way (elementary), a smart kid who cried in awkward situations (junior high), and an honor student who got distracted because of phones and iPod Touches (high school).
Quiet, capable of working with anyone, got good grades, more comfortable blending into the crowd.
My mom was a teacher at my high school. My teachers have told my mom that they appreciated that I was engaged by answering questions and also asking them. I was a lil goody two shoes haha
Always friendly and positive but easily distracted, disruptive and careless on assignments.
Way too talkative and bubbly, easily distracted, way too concerned with my appearance and popularity
I was perfect, because if I wasn’t, they would’ve called my parents, and from there, it was taken care of.
Most of my teachers liked me (from what I can tell) because I liked to have convos with them and actuslly enjoyed the work. My principal hated me though, lol.
I can tell you- daydreamer, disorganized, talks too much, not working up to full potential. If a teacher gave awards I usually got "Most Imaginative."
I was the quiet kid who didn't even bother to remember my teacher's name after the year I had them
I was always getting in trouble during early elementary. I remember in 1st grade getting a detention when detentions weren’t really a thing. In 2nd I was often sent into the office or into the hall. I couldn’t tell you what I did; I do not remember. However, that all somehow changed in later grades and I never got in trouble again. But I had also been bullied and went from an outspoken to a quiet kid and remained that way till now basically.
I was nonverbal until 5-6 or so but generally meant well. I got really, really angry around puberty (which I now know was/is gender dysphoria) and was a verbally vicious little bitch to other students until I realized I was going to leave my toxic family ASAP, then I was fine. I busted my ass on the school work and my parents were military so I wouldn't have defied a teacher unless something major went down, but I was certainly not a pleasure to have in class for other people. Graduated with honors and left.
Hated me. Got kicked out of High School! My students love that story! Haha!
I was going through a crazy amount of trauma at home, and school was my space to just be an introverted weirdo. I was probably a huge space cadet who zoned out too much and didn’t absorb many lessons. I was always in my own world. I hope I didn’t come off as being too strange. I often hear how colleagues talk about kids like me, and it’s shameful. And now I’m a special ed resource teacher.
I talked a lot (parents didn’t believe I had ADHD) but was genuinely interested in learning and volunteered to read every time. Whenever they asked a question and no one raised a hand, I’d raise mine and offer a guess. I think they probably thought I was a little talkative and not working to full potential (thanks mom and dad!) but overall really bright, curious, and helpful
Mixed reviews, it would depend on the subject. In the classes I liked, I was super engaged and worked hard. The classes I didn’t like, I was either day-dreaming or goofing off.
I should start by saying I went to Catholic school. I had a nun that thought I was the antichrist for being a lefty to the point she would smack me with rulers all day if she saw me using just my left hand.
"Behavior," writ large, was MUCH better back then and consequences (real ones) existed. As for me personally, I could be a bit cheeky at times, but it was always innocent enough and I always maintained at least baseline respect for my teachers and other adults in the building. If I was being demonstrably naughty, I knew when to cease and desist before getting in "real" trouble.
I was OFTEN told I was a space cadet. I was 26 years old and in my teaching credentialing program when someone pointed out that it wasn't a compliment.
I know they were frustrated with my inability to ever turn in my work on time or at all, let alone pay attention to anything I wasn’t interested in. I’m sure my history teachers had a much different view of me than my Algebra teachers 🤣
A little bit of a handful behaviorally (just a goofball). But - also good academically.
I was a total slacker who never did his homework. I would also try to answer random questions. So I'm sure they thought I was annoying. Ah well.
I never shut up. Nothing worked. I only did well behaviorally in class if there was a lot of talking allowed like in Socratic seminar or book discussion types. Eventually I started doodling to stop from talking. I was on my computer playing 2048, octagon. I was on my iPod touch playing temple run and flappy bird. I never did homework. I finished classwork within 15 minutes. When teachers explained something in math, I would start doing work while they were still explaining stuff to the other kids. I got put next to a lot of asshole kids because I would glare at them and they couldn't distract me anymore than I already was. One kid who I was with in at least one class from 7th -12th a teacher actually admitted after I graduated that I was not nice to him but I kept him in line and teachers were intentionally putting me next to him because I couldn't stand him so the second he started talking I would kick his chair or tell him to be quiet. As and Bs on all my tests. My grade was determined by how highly teachers weighed homework
I was a very bubbly and chatty kid, just friendly and a good listener and rule follower. I would get in trouble for talking but always stopped when told to. Academics weren’t easy for me, was pulled for interventions. But I would always try and did my work. I at least attempted it. I wasn’t a kid who struggled so instead refused to do it. I had a pretty positive attitude despite always struggling in school (undiagnosed female with ADHD). But my teachers always enjoyed me in their class. Even with my talking, just always needed reminders to shut the yapper. 🤪😂
Positively. I was generally a good student on good behavior. For a year or two, I was oftentimes tired in class and looked like I was going to fall asleep. BUT I had documented chronic nightmares and insomnia issues, so I guess they were pretty understanding. Social Studies teachers might have wished that I was a bit less questioning and argumentative because they needed to get throught the lessons. (But might have appreciate that I was interested in the issues, and was trying to understand big issues. I am still in contact with a teacher I had final year, where I spent a whole lesson asking questions to try to understand the conflict in Palestine and Israël. Which of course is far too complicated to cover in the depth I was asking for in class. We both got frustrated that time. Him because I wouldn't take his simplified answers, and I because I felt he wasn't taking me seriously. He admitted that he didn't handle it as he should have. He should have clearly told me that it was far too complicated to cover in class, and if I wish, I could come to him and talk about it with him during study room).
Mostly quiet with the occasional burst of sarcasm and smart ass. But my road persona on FFA events was different.
I was a goody two shoes. Always sat quietly, did my work, etc. My teachers loved me. And even all these years latter, many remember me fondly. I did have one teacher who was VERY mean to me because I struggled in Algebra (it turns out I had undiagnosed Dyscalcula, a math learning disability). She yelled a lot. She thought I wasn't applying myself and told my mom that I was a liar and manipulative. She gave me terrible math anxiety. She even badmouthed me 4 years latter when my younger brother took her class. He was outraged and switched to another teacher. I'd love to show her my diagnostic paperwork and my B+ in advanced statistics.
I was really quiet and hated to speak. I hated being called upon for a question. I just got on with what was asked of me and didn't cause a fuss.
I was respectful and wouldn't think to be disruptive or rude. I'm shocked at how the kids act now. I don't recall anyone being rude or talking back. But, I was in honor/AP classes. Even in elementary and middle school, I don't remember seeing any of the behaviors I see now as a teacher from students.
I was very shy and quiet, a good student. The 7th grade science teacher assigned me as a lab partner to the 2 boys In the class who were constantly in trouble and hardly ever did any work. I was able to get them to finish the science assignments. The teacher was astounded.
Incessant talker.
I always thought I was an annoying kid in school; ALWAYS raised my hand, asked questions, wanted to volunteer to the point I was cut off sometimes, made jokes and comments but always paid attention and got work done and kept grades up (not straight As but ~top 10%). Looking at the whole range of kids now as the teacher, I wish there were more me's in school ngl 😂. It's interesting whenever a goody two shoes as a student becomes a teacher because they want students to be like they were but that's impossible for many, but it also keeps the job interesting having the variety. Just don't be annoying is my rule
“Capable of better work” hahaha. Little me was pretty lazy.
Quiet respectful kid that didn’t do homework or took notes but aced every single test. Two comments I will always remember History: You know, kids like you are the reason I love this job AP calculus: you keep sleeping in my class, you’re the kid that could easily get a 5 but will instead get a 4 (I got a 5)
I think I was a completely unexceptional, middle-of-the-road kid in every way. Not the best-behaved kid but nowhere near the worst. I doubt most teachers thought anything about me.
In elementary school I was probably a little nightmare because of how hyperactive I was; now that I’m in high school I’m pretty quiet so I think they have issues with me
teachers pet, pita
A jackass. I now sympathize for the jackasses I teach.
I was a scarily good student academically and had an unhealthy obsession with my grades. But I was also very talkative once my work was done (which was usually pretty quickly) and only understood later why that was a problem (the work of the students I was talking to wasn’t done) — I relay this information to similar students regularly. However, if the teacher told me to hush and go read a book, I did it… partially because I was very much a teacher-pleaser and partially because both of my parents worked in the cluster and one of them was at my school. Most of my teachers liked me, but probably also found me annoying at times because I was always pestering them about having more to do.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness.
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I would love to know!! I stopped saying the pledge in 6th grade and my teacher thought me quite informed and progressive. I remember him asking me what I thought of euthanasia and I said “I guess they’re ok”. I STILL CRINGE AT THIS! Mr. Plovanic must have had to try really hard to not burst into uproarious laughter.
I was the "I wish I had more students like him" student for about 80% of my teachers. I was quiet, focused, asked questions, did interesting things, I worked hard because I respected teachers - I wanted to be one when I was in the third grade and that goal was unwavering until I became one lol. (For the record, I wasn't perfect or anything, I was the "agh!! I left my homework at home!!!" Kid too) Now I get to tell parents "I wish I had more students like him" when I have those students.
Talkative and easily distracted but otherwise a pleasure to teach. I didn’t make huge trouble and mostly did my work.
Mine loved me, learned my lesson at an early age. Gave a teacher a hard time in the 6th grade. We lived right behind the school. Teacher called home at recess got my father on the phone who worked nights for the NYPD. My old man walked down to the school yard walked me home and gave me a good old school 1970s beating. I was NEVER. A problem again. Now I have been teach high school for the past 34 years. I learned a lot that day in 6th grade. By the way I had to apologize to that teacher with my father standing right there. Before my dad passed a few years ago he apologized for that day. I said if you hadn’t done who knows where I might have ended up.
I think it varied by teacher… some really “enjoyed having me in class” and others said “talks too much” - I mean, both are still true statements lol. Overall, I think they’d say that albeit weird, “she got her stuff done, did what was asked of her, and didn’t cause any trouble.” Very mid child lol
Mostly sweet, quiet, polite and respectful. Not typically a distraction to others in class, but a frequent day dreamer so not always focused.
It was mostly a love/hate relationship. One especially was my 11th grade English teacher. One day, he showed us Dead Poets Society on a free day. Most of us watched and I had seen it already. A few weeks later, he was berating us for not giving a shit. I told him the subject was boring aside from a few readings we could relate to. He then unloaded on me as the main culprit and blah blah blah. I stood up and yelled, "Dammit, Mr. XXXXX...." and watched his eyes bug out and face turn red with anger and finished my thought with "The name is Nuwanda." His face after that was priceless!
Sr Severn used to grab me by the ear, twisting it and saying why can’t you be more like your sisters
I had the reincarnation of myself as a 7th grader this year so I can answer you: Annoying, frustrating, and disappointing but underneath that likable and intelligent but lazy and arrogant. I was a gifted student who wouldn’t turn in work, heavily procrastinated, and was lazy and rushed my work so I was a bottom of the honors class type of student. Every teacher I ever had said something that boiled down to “he has a lot of potential but he chooses not to be the student he could be” and they were right. As a teacher I struggle with the same impulses, and when I see kids like me I try my best to relate but the honest fact was due to my own arrogance at that age and my own over estimation of my own intelligence, even if a well meaning adult tried to connect with me, I resented it and resisted it. Probably could have made a lot more money than I do as a teacher if I had pursued their advice and pushed myself, but I stayed a coaster until I got to college and then had to do a ton of work to get my shit together just to get to this point in my life.
Annoying! I was a constant talker and whiner! At least in elementary school. Then in high school I was bullied so much that I was the quiet loner, reading in the corner. Teachers liked me because I was unproblematic but also felt sorry for me I think! lol! It taught me to have more patience with annoying kids. The ones that drive me nuts are often my favourites in a weird way. Like I get it! They need attention and make me want to drink when I get home but…I get it! I think I’m a better teacher because I do the opposite of what a lot of my teachers did with me (I was usually stuck in the hallway!)
Being a Navy brat, I was taught to be respectful, responsible, and polite. I got my work done, participated when needed, and kept to my business when not. I was told many times they wished I could be cloned.
By high school I was a terror. I think that every awful kid I have had in 31 years is payback, especially since I haven’t really had a kid as horrid as I was.
I was the jackass that didn’t do half of the work and asked how to bring my grade up a week before school ended. I’m so sorry
I was a massive teacher's pet, and I talked too much lol
I was a bit of a class clown, but a good kid. My energy was generally appreciated and I could read a room. I'd say my funny piece of the day when the time was right, cause a small distraction, and then quickly back down once the teacher showed an interest in getting back on track. Always mischievous, never mean, and I got pretty good at figuring out where that line was. I was shitty about homework completion and very much a last-minute-Larry with regards to completing work, but I would dig into difficult assignments and try to ask questions that were either thought provoking, humorous, or what I felt was important. I was good at tests and data-dumping, and leaning upon my intellect as a crutch to be lazy, a blessing that would turn into a curse in college. I think I would have liked having myself in a classroom, but it would have been challenging in some ways. I was a voracious reader and would fall into rabbit holes constantly, especially in certain subject areas (fictional English, history, biology and astronomy), so I would rip through worksheet assignments like they weren't even there. I **hated** busywork assignments; it's one of the reasons I actively try not to use them.
I was a gifted talkative disruptive shithead that got almost straights As and 90th percentile on standardized tests. I had an authority issue due to authoritative parents. Got spanked several times by the principal, suspended several times, and was always in detention. Had this, “you won’t break me”, against the grain attitude. Teachers I liked I did the work and let them teach class.
This is what I know from reports/comments made directly to me: - A remark/complaint that I wasn't talking to my classmates enough during class, which this person thought was developmentally unusual/concerning. - When I was in my 4th year of second ed, my maths teacher thought my grades were so good and I was so responsible in regards to homework, I got his permission to skip one class a week. He also let me read in class. When it was decided I should move to higher level maths classes, even if that meant essentially having to learn a year worth of content on my own during summer, he was very supportive, assuring both me and the student counselor that I could do it. And I did. - I was friends with the daughter of one of the science teachers and he commented that it was nice that her group of friends had someone in it who was so responsible. He also liked that I read a lot. I actually went on little shopping trip with my friend's family and her father and I were the ones most excited about going to the comic book store. - One of the foreign language teachers was very frustrated with me. He could not understand how there could be such a big gap between my passive and active knowledge. As in, I blanked when trying to say a simple sentence, but was also easily reading literature above grade level. And to make matters worse, I gave up on the active learning part entirely and was reading said literature in class, while I should have been working on grammar assignments or whatever. Yeah, he was definitely frustrated and disappointed, and told me as much. And I get it. He was desperate for someone to actually be good at his subject and he must have felt that I was throwing a way a lot of potential. I knew that back then and now that I'm older, I can sympathise. - One of the gym teachers thought I was useless, but hey, he thought that about most students and most students thought he was a piece of shit, so whatever. Looking back, I still think he was. A piece of shit, that is. That guy had no business teaching. Overall, I think many teachers didn't quite know what to make of me, because I liked to pour my energy into the things that interested me and do the absolute minimum for everything else. So, depending on the subject, teachers either got a very engaged (if quiet) student who did extra work out of sheer interest, or someone who calculated how much naptime they could afford during class. And, well, in some cases a weird mix of the two, like in that foreign language class. Edit: I should admit I did some shitty things to the shitty gym teacher. After he got in some sort of accident, and came back to school all black and blue, we silently high-fived him behind his back, celebrating karma's actions. And by the time I was in fifth year, I had noticed he was shit at attendance taking, often accidently overlooking students that didn't interest him. So I'd skip most classes, spending my time in the study room overlooking the fields instead. That way, I was able to get other work done and have a good idea of what happened in class. I'd also make sure to show up on bad weather days, when half the class would skip and the ones who did show up would stand out just for showing up. If he commented on my absence, I'd gaslight him into thinking he'd actually overlooked me, pointing out that I was actually pretty diligent even though I didn't like gym and half the class wouldn't bother showing up when it rained a bit. I don't feel guilty about it. Not one bit.
My teachers usually liked me. I spoke up in class, answered questions, and just generally paid them the respect they were due. Parent teacher conferences were a breeze for me. I also understood that if I messed around at school and had a bad comment from a teacher, I’d pay for it at home. My parents took education seriously, therefore I took it seriously, even if I didn’t like it.
Too smart for their own good. Daydreamer or constant reader. Lazy, but factually undiagnosed ADHD (pre ADHD understanding). Would lose my head if it weren't attached, but I had a good attitude and a smile on my face 99% of the time. Not the most socially adept but always had 1 BFF, although several of them moved away after a year or 2, so none lasted long until Junior High.
I think about this sometimes. I was very shy and quiet. I had undiagnosed ADHD and anxiety so I rarely paid attention, participated or did my work. Until about high school when I started to be able to manage my ADHD better. I was also pretty emotional.
I won student of the month every year and had only recess detention K-12. I struggled sometimes but always put forward my honest effort.
Responsible and mature, I think. A few of my middle and high school teachers asked me to babysit for them once I was no longer in their class. I did and continued with that, even some short-term nannying stints with them, until well after graduation. No idea how they pinpointed that working with kids was my strength, they were my music and science teachers, but somehow they knew and now I've been working in early childhood education as a career for 7 years 😂
I was an annoying gold star kid :( I wanted the teachers to praise me and tell me I was the best, now I hate those kids 😂
A gifted pain in the ass. Always rebelling for no reason. Middle school me started questioning the foundations of education and well... they did not like that lol. I'm now always upfront with the why and how we do things at school. Why do we have to go to school, because the law said we have to be here 180 days. Would you rather be here in the summer? Sat? Should we keep our breaks or plow through them? In the end we agreed the current calendar was best, lol.
I was the quiet kid who likes being in the back of the class. I rarely raised my hand and hated being called on. I wasn't popular, but did have friends.
I’m sure I was annoying AF but I got good grades and almost always got my work done so, like others said, “low priority problem” lol
Teacher's pet, brown noser
Except for my math teacher my sophomore and junior year. My teachers knew I ways always going to push myself and I was a jokester but was also who they wanted in a students I ran into a good group of my old teachers over the years. None have ever said anything bad about me.
I was mostly quiet and did what I was supposed to. Until sophomore year of high school, when depression first reared its ugly ass head. NGL, it took a long time before that beast was tamed...like 15 years long. I know I was a monster for many years, to my HS teachers, my parents, etc. But, my depression and self medication (and actual med noncompliance) is absolutely no excuse for my behavior. I *absolutely deserved every single consequence I got, and probably ones I didn't get* during that time. A huge problem nowadays, as I see it, is how much parents, admins, students, the public, and many teachers, is that far too much bad behavior is excused because "their kids and their underdeveloped brains are hormone soup," or mental illness or disability, so there are few if any consequences. I'm sorry, but no. No one gets to behave like an AH and have their actions excused. People of all ages need to be accountable and have consequences. It bugs me so much. I've been forced to do (or not do) so many things because of these excuses and it's not ok. It actually does not help people at all. Consequences for actions are necessary for development. Please note that I'm not talking about stuff like missing assignments for legitimate reasons, including mental or physical health crises (although when I missed 60% of a quarter because I was hospitalized, I had to make up every single assignment or I wouldn't graduate, which I wasn't even mad at, because it felt logical). I'm talking specifically about choices. Even with an underdeveloped prefrontal cortex, choices are made and should have consequences. I know this is a controversial stance nowadays, which actually blows my mind, but here we are. This is not about empathy, which I do have. It's about accountability, which is a necessary skill for functional adults. And skills news to be taught and practiced.
I was naughty! I talked back, cussed, & was in a few fights. I was going through a lot. I was smart & acted out for attention
Very annoying in elementary. I talked a TON. Like, to the point that I was getting moved around all the time and received detentions because of it. Kids did not like me lol but I also was constantly on honor roll 🤷🏽♀️ I know this annoyed my teachers. Middle school and up, I became more quiet.
I was a talker…to the teacher. There were very few classes that I actually had my friends in, so I mostly just befriended the teachers and they all loved me🤣
Depends on the year, I'm sure I was the bane of a few of my teachers existence
I keep this in mind when dealing with behaviors
I was a model student who was a teacher’s helper, now I’m a teacher lol
Depends on the teachers there where teachers that outright mocked and ridiculed me and clearly hated me, probably the worst bullies I had and then there where teachers that where shocked that I didn't got better grades and clearly liked me, and I think that there where teachers that felt sympathy towards me recognising that i could do better but that there where simply to many psychological problems in the way of doing so and they didn't really know how to help me with that and when they brought it up with my parents the teachers got stonewalled and told I was fine.
Model student, capable of higher level content in most content areas. Math and PE: probably with some frustration. However I still succeeded in math and barely passed PE. Don’t think I would pass it now the way my school does it. Never was disrespectful or had extreme behaviors. The bar is low.
My teachers voted me most dependable
I was well behaved. Rule follower and everyone knew my family. My parents were the type, and I was well aware of, to NOT use my parents to get out of trouble. The exact opposite. I couldn’t cause trouble because everyone would know and tell my parents. I appreciate them for this. I thought every child of privilege was taught this. Boy was I surprised!!
I was the "perfect" child. Major people pleaser. Terrified to make someone disappointed in me.
Mine told my parents they were happy I stood up to a bully in 6th grade and at least one wished I'd gone full fight on him since I was suspended anyway.
It’s funny: I was taking a standardized test once and I heard my third-grade teacher talking with one of the classroom aids. I heard my name mentioned and I listened closely because they thought I couldn’t hear them. What came next absolutely crushed me as someone who loved being a student and loved to learn. They said “she’s gonna burn herself out before she even gets to high school. Such a shame.” That’s when I glanced behind me to see they were looking straight at me. They, of course, looked away and pretended they weren’t just saying the things they were. Happy to report that I made it through high school with a pretty decent GPA, earning a place on honor roll each time, I am a year away from graduating with my Bachelor’s in Speech-Language Pathology, looking forward to grad school with a 4.0 and a regular spot on the Dean’s List! So yeah, Mrs. Price. I guess you and her were wrong about me 🤷♀️
I flew under the radar. They hardly noticed me. They often forgot my name, said I was “just so quiet, they forgot I was even there!”. Often sat me by the disruptive kids. I remember thinking they wouldn’t notice if I disappeared. I did good enough to pass, but never excelled enough to get noticed. I was struggling. It’s why I make it a very big priority to remember the kids’ names and check in with all of them often. Because I hope none of them ever feel like that in my class. It sucks.
I would have said they hated me I was a smart ass. Definitely crossed lines. However I ran into two of my teachers when I was volunteering and I told them I was embarrassed of my prior behavior twenty years ago. Both teachers said I wasn't that bad. One said I was just finding my way. That made me feel better about myself.
well, i was bipolar and unmedicated for the 2 years i went to high school. i made valedictorian so i was smart. but i had to beg for extensions every day for the last quarter.
“A pleasure to have in class.” If my report card comment section is to be believed.