The Feminist Teacher in American Government

[peterfaParticipant 833]

In highschool I was no red-piller. I was a blue-piller extrodinaire. You can thank my jerk father for how he treated his family and showed off his “manhood” tropes as if that makes the man. My parents demonstrated only terrible relationship model to me and I knew I knew nothing about women. So, I thought I’d read women’s studies because how can you not learn about women by reading things that women write concerning them, their lives, thoughts and feelings? I’m sure to get it right.

That’s why I read women’s studies in highschool. I wanted to learn about women. I read The Vagina Monologues (it’s about as accurate as you’d expect), and a few other books on the subject, some famous, some not.

So I took a mandatory class, American Government. At first we had this substitute teacher who was great. He was funny, likable and everything. Too bad the teacher he replace recovered from her hip issue. So, he left and we had whom I will call Mrs. Feminist.

Mrs. Feminist was entering into her elder years. She wasn’t as funny or as interesting as the other teacher. Instead she focused only on stupid details nobody cared about, such as the “progress” she noticed in the newspapers. For example, there was a bomb striking a boat (this was just after 9/11) and several “soldiers” died. She commented that it was an improvement since they didn’t say, “So many men and so many women died.” That is, women were considered just soldiers, and not categorized for their gender. I’ll admit that there is some righteousness in that, because we should start regarding women as just people, and not our special goddesses who will save us (like Reverse-Mormonism?). However, it’s absolutely obnoxious because only she cared, and it was a stupid matter if at all.

I walked in class one day where there was snow on the ground. The class is on the third story, and I looked out the window to see someone had written, “Meow” in very large letters in the snow. I said, “Some girl wrote, ‘meow,’ in the snow.” The teacher here’s me and corrects me. I’m thinking that’s silly, no guy would do that, that’s a girl. I repeat myself. Some other girl intervenes, and I’m not sure what she said, but Mrs. Feminists finally says, “Oh, he’s just being sexist.” When I talked about this with my sisters, who are no friends of males, even they agreed with me.

Other little events occurred with Mrs. Feminist. She said so many catty and underhanded things. Once she had the guile to say to me, “I know that I am a woman but you need to respect me as the teacher.” (or some stupid crap like that). She’s a sad little girl, isn’t she?

Getting annoyed with the teacher I made comments about her to other classmates, which demonstrated itself as a mistake. One of the preppy girls actually mocked me (and I laughed along) about it. She didn’t take it seriously at all that this teacher had it in for me and was harassing me. The irony is that I had one of those women’s studies books in my backpack. She is just a stupid whore who assumed I was that “misogynist,” that creature feminists make up, the straw man. She projected that on to me. She hates men and now is taking it out on me. Add to the fact that I was outspoken about my beliefs and handled the ridicule with good sport.

Still, I’ve dealt with nasty teacher’s before this. I won’t cave. I will prove it to myself again. After all, true power isn’t in dominating someone, but in self-control when the opportunity strikes. That is, a true master has no need to fight. This will materialize.

One theory I have about evil people is that they cannot fathom good if it challenges their bulls~~~ that lets them be evil. The more evil this person is, the more things this person cannot see. This will also play out to my favor. Finally, I have exceptional skill in the art of inconspicuous conspicuousness. I know how to pass something pass someone’s watchful eye, especially an arrogant teacher.

Speaking of defending my turf, I had a habit of abiding strictly my own personal rules. This now completes the premise.

I also developed a skill in trilling books on my finger like a basketball. I did this during class and during lectures. Unfortunately this lead to a habit of making commotion during her lectures. Once she lectured me about that and told me that I would be out of the class if it happened again. Except, that’s invading my turf (I’m there by law, so I’m vulnerable, so it’s my turf). I am going to abide my rules. I realized though how she caught me.

So, I repeated my blatantly delinquent behavior. There was a book trilling on my finger (I believe I have ADD, just so you know), during her stupid droning lecture/diatribe. The book tumbles.

My brain said to me, “Act natural, fold your hands on the desk and stare expectingly at the teacher to continue lecturing, you got this). Then I folded my hands quickly on my desk and stared at the teacher as though I was expecting her to continue lecturing.

Mrs. Feminist looks wearily in my direction. She’s looking carefully. I’m straining slightly not to lose my composure.

Mrs. Feminist loses interest and continues her lecture. The very second she looks away, I grab the fallen book. Even though I had finally grabbed it, which should have drawn her attention back, she did not catch me. My brain knew it’s not the book, or the calamity that she honed, but the aftermath, when the idiot tried to cover or correct. Waiting patiently for her to pass her gaze away was the trick because she didn’t look for any evidence of calamity. She was just in autopilot which is why my trick worked.

Other possible interpretations would be that I am the fool: she knew it in her head but realized it wasn’t worth it, I’m too stupid; and finally she realized that she had won control of me, since I was now responding to her the way she wanted (assuming she had something kind of clever).

I left class that day realizing that I had outsmarted the teacher. That’s enough for me to know that I had the upper-hand despite that she had all the power. She had no vision, blinded by her own arrogance, fueled by her own consuming selfishness. Using that against her I defeated her, but she’ll never know.

It’s a shame I’ll never get to see her face or hear her response when she realized she was had. The male had defeated the woman, and overthrown the mental superiority of the woman (this would be in her mind, of course, since obviously there’s no real superiority in play).

Finally, I’ll have to give credit where credit is due. My father has Borderline Personality Disorder. A common trait is having to walk on eggshells for fear of p~~~ing off the dragon. One must watch whatever he says or does at all times in order to not trigger random aggression of some sort. With this I learned about using my gaze to direct the minds of the feeble since if you want to be an evil person, you have to blind yourself, put yourself in a hypnotized state and convince yourself you’re winning. The evil cannot understand the good of things in whole or in part, and that creates blindspots. That’s where a clever one may hide and position himself. That is, it’s a simple habit to look at that which gives you anxiety which is how my father was able to figure out how to harass me, “Why isn’t this done, yet?” Otherwise he has nothing.

The evil is blind so that he or she may continue in his or her delusions. This makes him or her vulnerable. Those with vision will dominate those who do not. Those with strength will not need to do so. This is true power.

Speaking of vision, she could not see into my mind or heart to know of what I suffered. I was sympathetic to women because of how my father treated my mother, and the things he did to others, primarily young women (basically treating them like they’re just good for sex and nothing more, though my oldest sister was actually beat up a few times). I wanted to know the things of women, not just out of sympathy but out of honest curiosity to learn about them, because they seemed pretty cool to me. They were beautiful and special to me. Failing to see these things in my when she gave me crap for being a misogynist I knew she was way off base. She didn’t see me for me, she was blind. She instead could only see her own consuming hatred for men, as it was eating her alive. Instead of correcting the wrong in the world she saw, she corrected a wrong in the world she did not. I was still sympathetic to feminism because one idiot isn’t going to change anything but I did learn first hand a vitriolic wretched feminist. I wasn’t welcomed at all in her Utopian fantasy (or if we were honest, I was right in the middle of it, because she needs someone to hate, that’s what she wants). I was her strawman and pushed away someone who would have stood up for her cause.

This is my story with a feminist teacher who taught me a technically correct version of American Government, but a wholly inadequate description of it.

[RoyDalParticipant]

She was just in autopilot which is why my trick worked…

Most people are on autopilot all day every day. I’ve seen psychology studies proving this, and the percentage is alarmingly high — well above 90%, if I recall correctly. Yes, this is why your trick worked, and it is why the masses behave the way they do. Good on you for spotting this!

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[peterfaParticipant 833]

Thanks.

[KeymasterKeymaster]

Enjoyed your story.

Had some nasty female teachers myself. The male teachers were always….. “fair”. If I was a little bastard, I got treated like a little bastard. If I was good, I heard “good”. But the female teachers were totally unpredictable with no consistency from one day to the next. I would hear “good” when I wasn’t really trying… or get in s~~~ when I was. One of them gave me such a hard time, when I was 11, she was EXTREMELY nice one day and I didn’t do anything. This was like psychological abuse. I was thinking “where the f~~~ is this coming from? Are you f~~~ing crazy, lady? Quit being so random!!!”

She eventually got canned.

I had one hell of a bitch English teacher too. She failed me by 3% just because she could. In French, I got 99% in my final exam. But my English was 47%? Not a chance. Had a bit of a red-pill streak even back then, and so I snuck my final essay out to ANOTHER SCHOOL. Asked if a teach there could grade it. Caused a political s~~~ storm that sent shock waves through the faculty. I got the paper back (an essay on MacBeth) and it FORCED the bitch to pass me. She was p~~~ed.

Many years later, I ended up TEACHING for a department of that school part-time for a couple of years. She was still there. And when she saw me, she shrunk a little. “OH HI MRS C~~~!!! REMEMBER ME? HOW’S IT GOING!!!”. Just lathered it on.

If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.

[treelville..miamiParticipant 893]

Female teachers professors mostly are insane, I too also have some horror stories about them.

We were walking to lunch one day and a friend from another class pushed me on the floor, it was 8th grade I may add, I got up and we all had a laugh even the male deans knew we were just goofing, my teacher at the time was this blonde big boobed fem and the only hot teacher in the school.

She then grabbed me by the shirt and said “we’re going to the office”, I know this sounds insane but i s~~~ you not it indeed happened.Then at the office the bitch starts drumming up lies against me trying to have me suspended only then the male deans came to my rescue told the principal exactly what happened and took me back to lunch. After that day she was nothing but pleasant to me the remainder of the year.

Another incident was with this fat English teacher who said I said the F word in her class and tried to have me suspended. Pretty soon I noticed a pattern this bitch was sexist, I knew nothing of sexism at the time,so I can only identify it retrospect. Anyway I had to beg the dean not to suspend me and that this was heresay and I can’t miss the final or else I’ll fail the class, instead he gave me In school suspension since he was also my football coach.

I think these kinds of female teachers think since you’re young unaware that they can induce some kinda psychological edge over you, but their prejudices are well recognized by everyone sooner or later.

"The wounds of honor are self inflicted"

[RennieParticipant]

Keymaster wrote:

Enjoyed your story. Had some nasty female teachers myself. The male teachers were always….. “fair”. If I was a little bastard, I got treated like a little bastard. If I was good, I heard “good”. But the female teachers were totally unpredictable with no consistency from one day to the next. I would hear “good” when I wasn’t really trying… or get in s~~~ when I was. One of them gave me such a hard time, when I was 11, she was EXTREMELY nice one day and I didn’t do anything. This was like psychological abuse. I was thinking “where the f~~~ is this coming from? Are you f~~~ing crazy, lady? Quit being so random!!!” She eventually got canned. I had one hell of a bitch English teacher too. She failed me by 3% just because she could. In French, I got 99% in my final exam. But my English was 47%? Not a chance. Had a bit of a red-pill streak even back then, and so I snuck my final essay out to ANOTHER SCHOOL. Asked if a teach there could grade it. Caused a political s~~~ storm that sent shock waves through the faculty. I got the paper back (an essay on MacBeth) and it FORCED the bitch to pass me. She was p~~~ed. Many years later, I ended up TEACHING for a department of that school part-time for a couple of years. She was still there. And when she saw me, she shrunk a little. “OH HI MRS C~~~!!! REMEMBER ME? HOW’S IT GOING!!!”. Just lathered it on.

In grade 7, I once had an old hag of an art substitute teacher who threatened to send me to the office because I didn’t know what to paint. Fortunately it never got to that point, because I was quite ready to unleash the hounds of hell on her.

In grade 9, I had a psycho business teacher,she was a fat cow. Started out ok, but one day either the guy and the girl on either side of me were quietly talking over me, or it was the guy next to me who quietly asked me for help and this psycho teacher went off and demanded we stop talking, apparently expecting the entire room to stay absolutely silent. All I did was breath and she immediately went on the attack accusing me of calling her bad names and stuff, which I never did. This teacher developed a reputation for these outbursts and tirades against students. I hated that class, so I usually just went into albatross mode(zoned out), played with clippy and did just enough work to pass the course.

Also had a grade 9 English teacher who pretended to be down with the class and all that, but she proved she wasn’t cool(like I suspected) when upon a first offense, she sent me to the vice principal (who put me in detention) for a minor prank on one of my friends.I was told I had to apologize to her, but I just never did.

Some of the male teachers were screwy, but there were some ones I remember fondly.

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