- Posted October 24, 2013 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Bullying awareness: Your story
TEACHERS ARE BULLIES TOO
So this Professor who liked to mock me with Alzheimer's, Metamucil, etc (see Bullying iReport: THE HAND DEALT ME) told me that I would never be a Graphic Artist, that I should look for another career. I had just disillusioned his young, good looking, female assistant - Her God had clay feet! The whole class sat in stunned silence as he ranted against me. He yelled for 10 straignt minutes. He said, "You'll never be a graphic artist because you can't get along with anyone.", "You have to know how to work with people." I managed to get in a few licks, I told him that was precisely why I wanted a career in graphic arts, albeit rather late in life, so I could work alone. He assurred me there was no room for such artistic endeavor. I direct my readers to an article in the New York Times, Jan.13, 2012 - THE RISE OF THE NEW GROUPTHINK http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/15/opinion/sunday/the-rise-of-the-new-groupthink.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0&gwh=288ED1A021707391F920A5F9AF2C4FA5
The incidents he was referring to about my not being able to get along with anyone are:
1. We were required to work with a partner, so for the first time in my life I got up the gumption to ask another student to be my partner. She said yes. But it wasn't long before she started mumbling and then saying more and more clearly that she "REALLY didn't want" me as her partner. I treated it as a joke at first. But she became more insistant, till I had to tell the Professor I had to have a new partner, because mine didn't want me; the student adding "That's RIGHT". My feelings were HURT. I left the class in tears, I'm ashamed to say.
2. The professor put me with two other students, one of whom, along with myself was the best in class. I was very happy to work alongside him and was eager to learn from him, he knew so much more than me, this being my first experience with Ps, and he was creative to boot. But the other student was a Boy Genius, or so his parents had always told him. So Boy Genius tells me to just sit back and they'll do all the Photoshop work. I can handle the props. (We had to get dressed up for this assignment). This, along with some equally objectionable DECISIONS on this kid's part. led me to tell the professor I couldn't work with him. I'm in school to learn Photoshop, not how to become a "Prop Lady".
The professor said that because this had happened twice to me, I was therefore at fault. He said this was "Proof" I was at fault. I told him his math was skewed. At the very least, people are usually given 3 strikes before they're out.