In fourth grade we would read short stories and answer multiple-choice questions about them. One such story was about romantically involved terrapins, and the question was "What would be a good title for this story?" The answers included

a) A turtle love story

b) Two turtles in love

I don't remember which one I picked but the correct answer was the other one.

Same here, elementary school. Teacher: "When water boils, it produces a lot of steam." Me: "One liter of water produces 1700 liters of steam under normal pressure conditions." Teacher: "Write down: When water boils, it produces a lot of steam.".

The autistic experience summarized

School really does prepare you for real life sometimes, it seems ...

math fraud. top kek.

Failed a high school required class because I have poor writing abilities. (I word good.. just my penmanship is trash)

Literally got a 0 on a midterm because the teacher "couldn't read my writing"

Crap like the green text and my high school experience is why parents need to be involved in a child's education.

thats been 30 years ago.. I'm still bitter. But it'll make me a better father to school aged kids

Never stop fighting their lies

"youre not supposed to know that yet" then why in fucks name did you ask lady?

So every four weeks or so, maths teacher would give us a test at upper primary level. This was at pre-computer times. One of the questions was always "how long is this line" with a pen-drawn line underneath. Except, the pen he used always left a blot at the end of the line and sometimes there was a little flick from where he lifted his pen up.

Simple I thought, the line is 10.2cm - 10-3cm! Easy! But, it was always marked wrong. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. Correct answer: 10cm. It wasn't like to be rounded to the nearest cm or anything, just "how long is this line". The ink blot counted. It counted!

I'm still bitter.