- PaintItBlack wrote:
- Hectic,I posted this because of two lines in it.
Mollie said this female picked on Dylan and Eric unjustifiably.
Mollie stated she had seen Columbine High School teachers pick on Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris unjustifiably.
I take that to me it was more than just not being favorites in the class.
A teacher picking on you or sitting there laughing while others do is one of the worst feelings you can have in school.
This person, this adult or adults who is supposed to look out for you and protect is is actively causing you more humiliation. You know then that nobody in the school is going to help you.You know there is nobody to turn to.
Teachers joined in with students in harassing and humiliating me while I was at my first high school. Constantly. Until I got myself on a year long waiting list at a brand new high school, and then when I knew I was officially accepted as a student there, I simply up and quit the first hellhole.
This is the only reason I graduated 2 years later than my "peers".
I never stayed back/I was never kept back.
I always had excellent-to-very good grades.
I just couldn't tolerate the abuse and "turning of blind eyes" by essentially everyone there, including the superintendent, who I had to have a meeting with.
I requested the meeting with him of my own volition, and it was the result of what was my personal "final straw" with the faculty in that school.
For my entire tenure there, students endlessly harassed, slandered, bullied, sabotaged, and attacked me.
Teachers did NOTHING about this, and many joined in or blatantly told me it was my own fault "because I chose to be a weirdo and not conform" and because I "looked like a whore.".
Can you imagine an adult saying that to you between the ages of 14-17?
And even though this is irrelevant in the context of this issue, can you imagine it when you're an overall loner who doesn't really talk to anyone, and also a virgin (by choice)?
I had steady boyfriends during those years, but I was a virgin. It was very, very important to me to maintain that part of myself.
Yet, I dressed how I pleased; in clothes that
I liked, and I guess boys found me attractive, so, I was ganged up on and harassed, attacked, accosted, ostracized, slandered, and humiliated every single day until I left.
I had another teacher say something similar to me during the beginning of my senior year. Right in front of his entire class.
One of my teachers had assigned me to pass out the attendance lists to every classroom each morning. If a class was in session, I was to slide it under the door. If a class wasn't yet in session, I was to walk into the classroom and place it in the hands of the teacher, or put it in the center of their desk.
I went to this particular classroom, and the class was a few minutes away from starting, so the door was still open.
So I walked in and handed the teacher the list.
He said, and I quote: "I really don't want you coming into my classroom. I want you to stay the fuck away from my students. In fact, I'd like you to stay the hell away from this corner of the building. You look like a dirty slut, and you disrupt my class. Get out of here."
Then I had an English teacher during my senior year who also didn't like me.
I was the only girl in her class.
I used to sit with a friend of mine, because the seating arrangements were literal desks for 2, and you were supposed to choose a partner for the semester to work on assignments with.
Again, all of the students in this class, aside from me, were all boys.
So, one day I raised my hand to tell her I was ready for a test.
She had given us an assignment the previous Friday that was due 3 weeks from that day; including the test for it. And I had read all of the materials over the weekend and was ready for the test that Monday.
It took me 3 days, not 3 weeks.
So, I raised my hand to let her know I was ready for the test.
She rolled her eyes and said "What is it?!!".
I told her I had read the book, and the other packets over the weekend, because I enjoy reading, and that I was ready to take the test.
Do you know what she said to me?
She said: " Does your mother know you leave for school looking like a whore every day?"
I repeated "Mrs. Nicholson, I've completed the assignment almost 3 weeks early, and I'm ready for the test. May I please have the pass to go to the testing center?"
"You like being a smartass and ignoring your elders, don't you?" she said. "You didn't answer me. Does your mother let you leave the house looking like a tramp, or do you sneak and do it because she's not home in the morning?"
I asked her one more time for the testing pass, and she gave it to me with a horrific attitude, and continued to insult my appearance as I walked out the door to the testing center.
I finished my test and walked to the office, and asked one of the deans/assistant principals if I could speak to the superintendent, and they set up an appointment for me.
When I spoke to the superintendent a few days later, he danced around what I told him, and told me I was misinterpreting the miserable teachers in question, and that I was probably being retaliatory due to poor grades.
When I reiterated that I was ahead of the other students in my English class (the class the nasty bitch was teaching), and that I wasn't even part of the class where the other asshole had insulted me, he told me again that I was being overly sensitive; possibly even lying, and that "being so eccentric and provocative with my attire" that I "probably brought all of it on" myself "if it's even true to begin with."
I contacted my friend who had enrolled at the new high school and got the information for enrolling. I did it, waited for the results, and when I was accepted, I just never showed up to that other shithole ever again.
At my new school, I graduated with honors in accelerated classes, and I received a partial scholarship for college. I also got a job at a radio station through this new school. That had been my dream since I was a child. And while it didn't pay well (and never did), I maintained employment in that field for over 12 years.
So, something good came out of my 4 years of abuse in that dump known as my first high school.
And that is: It forced me to leave and go to this new school, and all of those wonderful things happened for me in the end.
I never went through the horror that your friend did,
[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.], but believe me when I tell you, I DO know what it's like to deal with this from almost everyone in your school, including the faculty, who are supposed to guide you, teach you, and do what is needed within their jurisdiction to protect you, or to contact those who can protect you.
I know this happens, and I have no doubt whatsoever that it happened at Columbine high school, and I'd bet the damn bank that it still occurs to this day.