So in the eighth grade (I'm going into ninth this year) my home room teacher Mrs. P did some weird things, not "I think she should be fired" weird, just little things that I picked up on.
One of these things, as told by clarkclub , is that she once wrote on a friends essay, "Glad to see you took my advice, 'NOT'"
Once, we had a thanksgiving thing at school where grandparents came up for the day and we all had a big thing in the cafeteria. It was still early in the year and getting chilly, so I always wore a gigantic sweater because I like big sweaters. We were supposed to dress formal for this occasion, and I guess this was the first time she saw me without a huge sweater on, because as soon as I entered home room she looked at me and said something like "I didn't realize you were so tiny!" Or maybe even "wow, I didn't realize you were so skinny Cedi!" And I just kinda freaked out, because what are you supposed to say to that? Like really, that's a weird thing to say on its own, but ESPECIALLY coming from a teacher. That's weird.
Another time, for spirit week, there was a character day where you could dress up as really anyone as long as it was school appropriate. So, being huge nerds, my entire group of friends all dressed up as Hamilton characters. I was Angelica, clarkclub was Eliza, we had everyone from Hamilton to Burr to Seabury to Maria, it was fantastic. We used our Halloween costumes, which meant I had a huge poofy dress, which wasn't my favorite thing to wear to school but whatever. So before the school assembly where we all gathered in the gym and screamed for an hour, we were hanging out in home room and myself and three of my friends (all dressed as Hamilton characters) were being the most annoying people ever and singing stuff from the musical while everyone else looked annoyed. Mrs. P, looking at me, said something along the lines of "wow Cedi, it's so nice to see you looking all dolled up and beautiful for once!" And in my head I'm just like "what the fuck" because again? That's so weird? To say? To a student?
Not exactly weird, but because she was our language arts teacher and language arts is my jam, I was the Hermione Granger of the class (well really my team but whatever), meaning my hand was always in the air because I always wanted to be part of the discussion ["YEAH, I've read The Giver! Yeah, I know what a hyperbole is! Yeah, I know Edgar Alan Poe!"]. This happened at least once a week, that we'd be doing a class discussion and as usual my hand would fly up, she'd look over at me and say "Cedi, you've been banned from this discussion for the next ____ minutes, give someone else a chance to speak!" And I'd always be a little bit annoyed because "but that was my favorite part of The Outsiders" or "I actually wrote an essay on this topic last year though, I what to contribute" or "but the ethics of Flowers for Algernon are so interesting!" (Yeah, I'm that kid) It was pretty funny in hindsight
Another few topics I'd bring up pretty frequently are a) Feminism b) activism c) ethics d) CONSENT
So, understandably, those became kinda like my "things." Like I'm sorta known for being the activist kid who won't stop talking, and Mrs. P was not shy on bringing that up. Once we had to write essays on ethics, but we got to chose what ethical practice we wanted to discuss in our essays. This one girl, calling her P, wanted to write her essay on the bathroom laws for transgender teens in the U.S and asked Mrs. P for some resources. Mrs. P, our teacher, when asked for a resource, recommended me. She recommended me, as one of her students, as a resource for the debate of bathroom laws for transgender teens in the U.S. So, P goes to be to ask about some stuff and then proceeds to start arguing with me about the difference between sex and gender. Like, you literally came to me as a resource for your essay and yet you feel like you should start an argument with me? It was weird, but also pretty funny.
Towards the end of the year (like literally a few days before graduation) we watched this actually really intense and gory movie about alcohol and how we'll definitely die if we drink and drive. It was really intense, it was loud and there was lots of blood and the movie literally opened with the sound of a girl sobbing in despair screaming "he's not breathing! He's not breathing, oh my god, I think he's dead!" Which freaked me out. I also have semi sensitive hearing, and this movie definitely was painful to listen too. And I'm not kidding about the gore thing, I had to leave and another girl almost got sick, we had to wait in the nurses office for the movie to finish. It was bad. When we got back to homeroom, we were talking about the video and how in the video one girl was telling the guy driving to pull over (because he was drunk) and how he didn't listen. Obviously, we start talking about consent (okay, I start talking about consent) and according to my teacher, consent is like "my thing"? Consent should be EVERYBODY'S THING because it's IMPORTANT
That's all the stories I have right now but if you want I'll give you more because life is strange
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Fangirldom, a randomness book
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