Bullies suck.
I say this because trust me, I'd know. After making the move from Austin, Texas to holy-cow-was-that-a-cow-? Kedah, Malaysia, I realized pretty soon the there seemed to be a pattern emerging - People didn't like it when I spoke English.
WELL TOO BAD. Because - surprise! - it was the only language I knew how to speak back then. High school was especially tough (funny how you think everything sucks in America because you're too Asian, only to come back and get picked on for being too American.) then add that to the fact that my parents had the happy happy notion of sending me to a Chinese school (Here's a note: kids LOVE this) and you have a girl who's chair gets kicked every day by her classmates - which isn't so bad seeing as that was basically the only form of human interaction I received for the first semester there.
Of course, that's all in the past now. What I really wanted to talk about wasn't the fact that teenage girls are evil (Thank you , Captain Obvious), its actually about the hashing I received later on from my own teachers. My own teachers. How sad is that?
The first time I realized that the teachers in my school (believe it or not) DID talk about things other than algorithms and semicolons was during my third form when I was fifteen. On a day like any other - book in hand, awelamesome geeky personality in the other - Abby (My then bestest best friend) came up to me and said something along the lines of "Claire, one of the teachers told my mom [who was also a teacher] that I shouldn't spend so much time with you."
"Why?" I asked, the way only a whiny three year old can.
"Because she said you're a bad influence on me. That I shouldn't pick up from your American influence...Maybe you should try, you know...not sticking out so much."
"But I do try not sticking out. What else does she want from me??" More whining. (By the way, I hadn't even met said teacher before so go figure!)
"I don't know, maybe try changing your accent. The teachers keep saying that your accent is fake and that you're showing off to the other students."
Of course that's what she said. But what I heard was "You know those girls in Dirty Dancing? Yeah well, you're like that. And you talk like them too. And you know what? You don't even have the legs to pull of their tights. Oh and did I mention you dress like them? You dress like them. Poser."
Cue the waterworks.
Years later and I still got the same crap from similar teachers. Yes I said crap. And yes, there was a lot of self hate at the time. But it was only two years ago that I realized it wasn't just me going through this. "Don't worry about it," Hui Shin, another friend told me in Mandarin (By now, you won't believe how far I've come in learning the language.) "Teachers do that a lot. They don't mean anything personal about it, they just don't have a lot to talk about"
And here I was, bawling my eyes out and thinking they didn't like me.
In retrospect, I was probably overreacting (Duhh ya think?). But the fact remains that I was a sophomore high school student. OF COURSE I would overreact. That's what we do darn it! And someone's got to realize that the soft, flabby, one cell thick membrane that is our integrity can not stand the simple fact that as human as teachers are, they do talk about students among other teachers, regardless of intent. But if you think that it's all well and healthy, keep scrolling down.
According to EDU.UDYM.com, gossip is categorized as another form of bullying. Yes, even staff room gossip (SUCK THAT Pn. Maung) Yet, teacher bullying gets little attention, says Stuart Twemlow, MD, a psychiatrist who directs the Peaceful Schools and Communities Project at the Menninger Clinic in Houston. But his new study, published in The International Journal of Social Psychiatry, hints that the problem may be more common than people believe.
In his anonymous survey of 116 teachers at seven elementary schools, more than 70% said they believed that bullying was isolated. But 45% admitted to having bullied a student, which all but puts my recurring nightmares of teachers sadistically ruling the world to rest. Great.
Of course, not all teachers are sadistic, gossip horses or baby killers. Just mine. (Har har, kidding!) In fact, Caleb, fellow blogger-slash-teacher practically lives for his students (Which explains why he isn't teaching in my school. Thanks again, god) as you can see in his latest post. So if you're a teacher and you've done your fair share of spreading hideous rumors about innocent children you don't even know that well, just bear in mind that people do get hurt.
Oh yeah, and we're probably saying the same things about you.
Now my question is: Is it just me or are there other people out there? And if so, then whats your story?
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| Kedah, Malaysia. Photo credits to Ryo Helmenkalastaja |
WELL TOO BAD. Because - surprise! - it was the only language I knew how to speak back then. High school was especially tough (funny how you think everything sucks in America because you're too Asian, only to come back and get picked on for being too American.) then add that to the fact that my parents had the happy happy notion of sending me to a Chinese school (Here's a note: kids LOVE this) and you have a girl who's chair gets kicked every day by her classmates - which isn't so bad seeing as that was basically the only form of human interaction I received for the first semester there.
Of course, that's all in the past now. What I really wanted to talk about wasn't the fact that teenage girls are evil (Thank you , Captain Obvious), its actually about the hashing I received later on from my own teachers. My own teachers. How sad is that?
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| The view outside my school. Photo credits to Ryo Helmenkalastaja |
"Why?" I asked, the way only a whiny three year old can.
"Because she said you're a bad influence on me. That I shouldn't pick up from your American influence...Maybe you should try, you know...not sticking out so much."
"But I do try not sticking out. What else does she want from me??" More whining. (By the way, I hadn't even met said teacher before so go figure!)
"I don't know, maybe try changing your accent. The teachers keep saying that your accent is fake and that you're showing off to the other students."
Of course that's what she said. But what I heard was "You know those girls in Dirty Dancing? Yeah well, you're like that. And you talk like them too. And you know what? You don't even have the legs to pull of their tights. Oh and did I mention you dress like them? You dress like them. Poser."
Cue the waterworks.
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| As evil as he was initially made out to be, at least Snape didn't gossip about Harry |
And here I was, bawling my eyes out and thinking they didn't like me.
In retrospect, I was probably overreacting (Duhh ya think?). But the fact remains that I was a sophomore high school student. OF COURSE I would overreact. That's what we do darn it! And someone's got to realize that the soft, flabby, one cell thick membrane that is our integrity can not stand the simple fact that as human as teachers are, they do talk about students among other teachers, regardless of intent. But if you think that it's all well and healthy, keep scrolling down.
According to EDU.UDYM.com, gossip is categorized as another form of bullying. Yes, even staff room gossip (SUCK THAT Pn. Maung) Yet, teacher bullying gets little attention, says Stuart Twemlow, MD, a psychiatrist who directs the Peaceful Schools and Communities Project at the Menninger Clinic in Houston. But his new study, published in The International Journal of Social Psychiatry, hints that the problem may be more common than people believe.
In his anonymous survey of 116 teachers at seven elementary schools, more than 70% said they believed that bullying was isolated. But 45% admitted to having bullied a student, which all but puts my recurring nightmares of teachers sadistically ruling the world to rest. Great.
Of course, not all teachers are sadistic, gossip horses or baby killers. Just mine. (Har har, kidding!) In fact, Caleb, fellow blogger-slash-teacher practically lives for his students (Which explains why he isn't teaching in my school. Thanks again, god) as you can see in his latest post. So if you're a teacher and you've done your fair share of spreading hideous rumors about innocent children you don't even know that well, just bear in mind that people do get hurt.
Oh yeah, and we're probably saying the same things about you.
Now my question is: Is it just me or are there other people out there? And if so, then whats your story?



23 footprints:
I never knew you first went to America! And I guess it's different in Kedah, where it is said (the operative word, mind you) that people there are not as advanced as compared to most of the other states. In Klang if you spoke good English, people would term you as 'The KL Kid" or "American Breed" because we're quite close to KL. Weird hurh?
LOL well I don't go around saying "HI I'm Clarissa, I'm from America!" After reading this its kinda obvious why lol xD
I'll bet you got termed the American breed a lot huh? I still can't grasp the concept of "grammar" as well as you yet (This is me saying your posts are so well written I can't think of a proper way to compliment them xD).
My reputation was completely destroyed in school when I threw a party for my 16th birthday last year. Sad that I found out from my best friend (who is a senior and now out from school) who just happen to visit the school this year. He told me one of the bullies, I mean teachers, asked him whether he went to my party. So he said yes. And the teacher said "why did you go? You know she's a social kid, you shouldn't be friends with her. You should show her what's right and what's not blah blah"
So glad I get to tell this to someone who's in the same situation as I am. Don't worry Clarissa. Just a few months left. I say you better get out of this town. If I were you I would move back to America
@Ellisya: LOL I hear you. Do know about teachers like that or what? who knows, maybe this is just the norm. I don't party a lot but one of my best friends does and the teachers just go around making her sound like a complete *whispers* hoe.
PEOPLE (even kids) deserve to be given the chance to make their own first impressions instead of letting someone who barely knows them make it for them.
So what did you do next? everything okay now?
It's like that one in sin min >___> My sin min friend said she listen to English songs pun kena orang cakap >________> Screw them laaaa.
LOL @hsuen: I know i know...can't help it lol. I'm just hoping that this all makes me a better person cause DAMMIT if this doesn't then it'll all a waste
hmm.. how do i start?:-) well you and me we know how hard it is to communicate in a chinese (as in total chinese society)...rite?:-) why cant evrrybody be less of a person who accept peoplefor whotheyr inMalaysia?:-)
bah. screw the teachers. YOU ARE AMAZING, that you have to know. haha. and oh yes, i feel you, for that chinese teacher keeps on telling me not to participate in any school activities. -___- guess she just loves being a mundane person.
YEPP! My year 5 English teacher hated me because I always corrected her grammar and her usage of vocab. She didn't believe that a little child's grammar could possibly be better than hers. She taught us things like: She wipe the table until it is as clean as crystal ball.
(Just look at the number of errors in there)
Annoyed, I went to other english teachers in my school, and those teachers then corrected my teacher. This process was repeated so many times that eventually, the humiliation of speaking poor english set in and I was given an A- for my kelakuan (because she was also my form teacher).
*rolls eyes*
After that, I had a personal vendetta against her and in year 6 I gave her hell. Every time during English there was this lame-ass bina ayat activity thing where everyone had to take turns bina-ing an ayat. To aggravate her, I constructed sentences using bombastic words. And when students asked what the words meant, she couldn't answer them. After that, I wasn't allowed to speak during English again, ever.
Oh and there was this one time, I was reading Animal Farm, and she gleefully told the whole class 'Look at her, still reading children's bedtime stories.'
And I was like 'Bitch, please. Educate yourself.'
5 seconds after that my ass was at the headmaster's office. But believe it or not, the headmaster later ordered my teacher to read Animal Farm. Hahaha.
LMAOOOOOO where do I start? Okay @Meidelynn: I KNOW WHO YOU MEAN!!! Oho....at least she doesn't read english...anything lmao
@Chickenz united: Darn...you...lol now i gotta reply the whole comment. where do i even begin??? Holy COW, did that happen???? LMAO! I want you as my best friend!!! Seriously! Animal farm? As in by Geroge Orwell??? I LOVED that story (and who says animals can't have communistic tendencies?)
Lol, okay, i owe you three cookies, don't know how but you'll get it, one way or another. or my name isn't Clarissa Say.
AHHH of course it'll make you a better person! <3 Just the getting there is (╬ ಠ益ಠ),
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OMG! Punky... is that my name I see at the bottom? Wow... I'm honored to be mentioned on your blog. Really. This is such a random and wonderful surprise.
It's sad to know that there are teachers like that in your school as well as practically in almost every Malaysian school. The problem stems from a higher source but let's not get into that now. It'll take an entire conversation over hot chocolate.
For now, just bear with it. You'll be out of school in no time and you can kiss those suckers 'goodbye' for good! ;p
Reading your post reminded me of my Std 5 teacher who was so darn biased... I remember one incident.. she called out my name in a loud voice, went to her table, she hit me on my head with a maths exercise book for some mistakes I "made".. when I was walking back to my desk, I opened the book and found out that it did not belong to me... gave it back to her and she didnt even apologise... gave the book back to the girl without hitting her like she did to me... all because the girl is "rich!"
I can still remember this until today! That was nearly 4 decades ago..
@Caleb: hahaha yeah! Surprise! It's your name at the bottom xD I figured that you needed it at the time and you definitely deserved the mention. I kid you not. LOl I'm bearing! And in the meantime I look forward to that cup of hot chocolate *wink wink nudge nudge*
@Reanaclaire: OMG! I think the same thing happened to me as well Remember Pn. Maung? Well she hit my head with my exercise book too! High five! Funny how memories from our younger days stand out the most, I wish teachers would realize just how impressionable students (ahem, myself) are
Hi dear, you are amazing. Sin min is like that one la, you ll love penang / KL. All my friends are english ed now. you ll see how american they are even they are born and bred in Malaysia. I was so outcasted in Sin Min. Gosh those days. But i did have great memories there.
- Rui Lynn.
Hi Punk,
For a while I thought you had blocked me because I hadn't seen any new posts, I kept getting a valentines post as your last. So Welcome back to blogging. In reading your post it wreeks of prejudice. The whispers and the do this don't do that with that one. In the 1960's and prior its how we treated the Civil Rights movement. The Italian Mob in the '30 were prejudiced against the Irish who were the police (Polizio) back then, to overcome this prejudice the Italians became police, this took a generation of change. To respectively live these stations in life without corruption raising an ethnic background above the existing oppression of a dominant culture is probably one of the most difficult things in today;s society culturally worldwide. Former President Clinton's main goal in his aftereign of presidential rule is to somehow bring relief to the killing in the mountains of Burma and the surrounding Temples. Shangra La in the eyes of the American People was always regarded on terms with a Garden of Eden. Its where there was always a oneness with Peace Tranquility and a GodHead(Krishna Influenced). I can not say that the oppression and lack of education is cause for the violence, but it is assuredly a reactionary movement to control the masses as it is a Hyperlocal approach to ethnic cleansing. Our fears here in the US are now with the Growth of the Muslim community and the pushing out of Catholicism and the rights to practice Israeli beliefs globally.
In our High School when a teacher is caught bullying a student, parents hear about and immediately report that teacher to the Principal of the school. Our Principals are elected every few years, they take reprimand and corrective action over the offending teacher. When enough parents rise against a teacher corrective action usually occurs.
To correct your co-students behavior is where at home here in America we have come up with the phrase with any troubled student or trouble making student, "the learning begins at home". We have Reach Out Programs on Phone networks, and yet even last month a 15 year friend of a friend ended his life from bullying. He was using the reach out Programs, ,...
His friends father facebooked to the adult community to ask we lend a little more listen time to whats going on around our kids and their friends. Sometimes it just takes one extra effort to save a troubled soul.
Hope I didn't become to somber in your blog. Anyway for me it's always been fun to read your blog. Now if Sweetmangolove designs ever decides to open up her blog again, my full paranoia will have resided.
Sincerely,
The Tusk.
You know Ryo? Are you from SP? Just stumbled upon your blog from vincephilosophy.com..
Sin Min girl? I doubt that there r that many people called Ryo and take killer photos
Hmm, did I tell you that my first language before primary school was English too? Yeah, no jest - I was a complete banana before the age of 8.
.. And yeah, life WAS hard. Even relatives were teasing me, calling me "ang moh sai", which, frankly, hurt a lot, even for a five-year-old immature kid like me that time. Heck, I remember crying it all out to my parents, lamenting about why I wasn't taught Chinese first like a normal Chinese kid deserves.
Now, however, I'm superglad that I was born a banana. As for teachers, screw them :D there was once that my science teacher (won't mention names, but I think you'd know who) asked me not to mix around with you either, but well, advice totally unheeded :). And yeah, when it comes to arguments, I'm quite famed for losing my temper at teachers actually, gah. My classmates can confirm THAT.
And btw, a sincere thanks to you, for slipping the photos into this awesome post of yours!
P/S: My TARC friends call me a banana too, even though I freaking speak Chinese more than English here xD.
I was looked down on for the way I spoke English too, and I had not been anywhere oustide of the country. I have spoken this way from as far back as I remember. Then came the time when I returned to Semenanjung and Malays laughed whenever I spoke Malay. There is just no pleasing the pathalogical you see. So as far as I can tell, the hand that reaches first to the rocks to stone you belongs to the guilt ridden. Enjoy yourself and jettison the need to be either explanatory or apologist so long as you are employing all that has been bestowed upon you to make something beautiful in return for God.
When I was in school here in America (about nine years old, I guess it was) I was painfully shy and hardly ever spoke to anyone because I still had a British accent and I was afraid of pronouncing things "wrong" and being laughed at for it.
Most of my teachers were understanding and sympathetic, but there was one who was just downright EVIL. She favored all the popular kids, treated the unpopular kids with contempt, and she downright HATED me because I was just different.
She used to call on us in class to answer math problems, and she would always save the ridiculously extra hard questions for me. I, of course, would just sit there in silence, saying nothing and staring down at my desk wishing she would hurry up and drop dead. Then she would punish me for being too shy to talk in class by making me walk up in front of the classroom and write my name on the board and then I would be forced to stay late after school to pick up dirt off the carpet with my bare hands while crying, which would cause me to miss the bus home and then I would be in trouble with my mother.
30 years later, I still hate that teacher. Grrr.
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