I saw a homeschooling post yesterday, so I decided to write and post this just due to the badfeels associated with the idea..
Fuck the child welfare-education-pharma-prison industrial complex.
When caught red-handed in lies, especially when proof / evidence was documented, they'd memory hole and all cover up for each other, this was painfully clear to me at the time and they'd always express frustration / exaspiration when I stubbornly refused to engage/comply/thank them for the privilege. I considered them mthe real world equivalent to Shredder and the Foot Soldiers basically irl, but there were never any Ninja Turtles.
Deception/deceit/subtext/manipulation/etc was the SYSTEM's modus operandi, not mine. When a teacher told me "you should be a politician" I didn't "get" it but just instantly knew that she was not giving me a compliment, and the ones I encounter these days really tend to regret their use of power-talk / coded insults and being blasted with the face full of piss that is my "ACTIVE COOTER RESPONSE PROTOCOL". Smart ass? I'll show you, fat smart cunt! Go be more incredibly petty, using vague rules to punish for perceived transgressions in the classroom that were ultimately the result of her failures and shortcomings. THOSE THAT CAN'T TEACH ... Bitch.
Teachers, cops, and politicans are well documented lying professions, you can keep them. #RulesR4Follwers
They demanded attendance under lots of legal threats/weights and turned out to be completely bumbling and incompetent at providing this so-called "education" and then bounced/warehoused/drugged/isolated/sensory-deprivated/manhandled me when I had the nerve to NOT RESPECT MA AUTHORITEH! "wa wa disrupting my class" fuck you, "wa wa disrupting my life". I stagnated, lacked "real" challenge/stimulation, and after going through this for years until I finally escaped and decided that it was all just a fucking lie/show/scam and I'd been the victim of institutional and corporate child abuse in order to be a revenue generator for these fuckers.
These are the people teaching our children about consent? LOL. Don't listen to me, thought, I'm a known user of dangerous, violent, and illegal word combinations. Looking back, I think that this frustrated them the most. I tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and treat them each as individuals but it became rapidly clear to me that these types of autocratic personality care nothing for the rules that they claim to be compelled to enforce will then handwave others when convenient and give themself a full pass from any deviation from their own demanded compliance.
There were dissenter staff sometimes. A TA who defended me regarding some behaviour of a teacher was forced out after it was revealed that she had told my father details about what was going on in the classroom. I let it slip and we lost her, she was amazing and faced with an impossible task. She really was a hard charger too, making waves and making points after really improving the classroom and that made it clear to me that it was from this point on that this was really actually now TV IRL and 100% doubless, by definition: a hostile environment. She was awesome and yet another positive female role model and EDUCATOR I looked up to, women love to tear each other down, too! That was a big school office redpill. Some offices were much much more fun and enjoyable then many classrooms and had the only decent staff in the entire buildin.
They'd even withhold toilet permission. I had to get a doctor's note. They'd even try to act as a "unified front" and then cry that "but you don't have that problem in my class!" Well, don't make a kid sit at his desk twiddling his thumbs while the class completes the assignment. If they'd just skipped me a few grades I would have excelled, instead they just decided that I was a "problem child" and needed to be broken. It never worked, and they only deligitimized their own authority and torpedoed their own goals spectacularly. It affected my family very dramatically. Life had been wonderful and perfect and as soon as these fuckers grab you and ruin your day. If you have to make my brain suck as much as everyone elses, them I'm going to make your day suck.
Always appointments, meetings, assessments, consults, doctors, social workers, blah balh blah, and always "well idk lol" and useless, I can't imagine how much stress and whatever else was kept hidden from me, it was so frustrating and maddening. "ADHD". Actually I had very fast and good processing and perception abilities, and they always got butthurt when I stumped them, made them look like self-contradictory tyrants, pointed out their flaws in logic/reasoning and used their power and privilege to punish and hurt me just because they could, under the guise of being Mother Theresa herself re-incarnated for my shithole schools that demanded I would spend 30-60 minutes a day sleeping on my desk while the class caught up. I was generally not allowed to continue on with my work, or move on to the next book.
I wonder if the boards learned their lesson about doing this to mid-to-high brained kids who are starved for stimulation and isolate/sensory deprive/confine for tenuous justification or are they still crying "muh residential schools"? I know a residential school survivor, and we've talked about it; "it was only the Nuns that hit us". Same type of hag went in from the Church and married the Government once the state took over, fuck those cunts. They made me into the "troll" antagonist in the classroom the same as they do on reddit, yawn. ...Because they're mad that Chad wouldn't even glance in their direction when they got off work. Maybe 16 beers ago, ten years ago. Oh yeah and they're spiteful, miserable, evil people proficient at masking, social-subterfuge, scapegoating, and covering up their incompetent and foolish behaviour/actions in order to keep the loot flowing for bureaucrat gang.
I was already years ahead of my classmates in Kindergarten, I could read and write, had a large vocabulary and was an eager-beaver. This wasn't because I was SUPER SMART(tm), it's because I had a loving family and ACTUAL safe space because we had FAMILIES back then! I had no qualms with interrupting class time or doing whatever secondary kinda "protest" dickery for being ripped out of my positive, safe, loving, and stimulating environment - AT HOME; that challenged me and gave me a LOT of room to grow, and I was extremely surprised/shocked/hurt after I went to hand it in my first assignments in a class and seeing the glares on the other kids' faces. I got that look of envy/hate/jealous all of the time, I didn't understand why, I never even talked to them or anything... They literally didn't even know me. Sometimes the teachers would low-key spark drama for the lulz. I wanted no part of the fucking place.
I mean it literally and figuratively when I say that these fuckers ruined the 80's for me. From an outsider's perspective haha I think that's fucking funny, weren't they already ruined when they rolled it out or didn't it just have that built-in new 80's feature? haha!!!
I remember the abrupt snatching of a war drawing that had a swastika on a little fighter jet and tanks, and the histrionic kvetching about how YOU CAN'T DRAW THAT being met with more scribbles and "Yeah sure I can, see?" This was their real fuck up, here. There was no rules on swastikas, it the fucking 80s and wasn't illegal and who the fuck are they to police the doodles a child produces when they're being undereducated? There was nothing wrong with the doodle whatsoever, and the continuing escalation and big deal that was made out of nothing with no substance and refusing to answer my confused questions. I had no political cares, I was like, 7.
I will mail them all some pepes when my time machine is complete and a copy of Uncle Ted's work.
No.
It took a acute anxiety response (whoa haven't had one of those in a while, neat), 2 fat spliffs, 10 hours and a few tears to get this out of my major malfunction.
The irony is not lost on me, it's a conditioned aversive response. To be fair it was only like an hour or two of writing interspered with thousand yard staring so, more than a teacher does in a day.
naggers tongue my anus.