My favorite teacher from back in high school was my Computer Science teacher. She always respected me and my friends, and we had lots of great conversations about life and people around us. She was an older lady, and a former sorority Stacy, so she understood the trash and garbage behavior young girls partook in, and constantly told all of us to avoid girls around our age and that they're nothing but drama and bad news.
I owe a lot of my blackpills to this women, and what's better she allowed me to directly call out Stacies and Chads who were in her class. For example, when she gave a couple of the popular kids an assignment and instead of doing it they all hung out together and talked about drugs and parties, I walked over there and called every one of them mentally retarded for not being able to complete an assignment that would take a normal person five minutes to do. Eventually my friends and other people overheard me and started laughing at those kids for being brainlets. The teacher did tell me not to call them retarded, but after class she said we were technically right and that those kids were causing her trouble all year for not doing work and making her look bad during teacher performance reviews.
Then when I left for college, things became much different. I had a couple of people I still knew from the high school, and they were telling me that she was saying stuff about how my friends and I needed to socialize more, go out and make new friends, and about we have no experience with girls. She said we didn't understand anything about girls or how to deal with them, but then called me out specifically, saying that I didn't respect women or treat them right. She said that it was probably a cultural thing for me, and that me being Muslim meant that I wasn't allowed to treat women with any respect or dignity.
What boggles my mind and makes me upset is that I rarely talked bad about women in front of her, and when I did I also talked trash about the Chads they'd go for. The most I ever did was say that women despise my existence for being ugly, for which she gave her school-mandated "don't say that" talk.
She was the one who warned us about college girls and trash like that, and then she pulled a 180 out of nowhere, and then pulled my religion into it. I'm not one to get upset at people making fun of my religion, as I believe that if you make fun of people you should be able to take a hit too. I was mad that she made such a heel-turn and then started justifying herself by making stuff up about me that wasn't even true. She was my favorite teacher, a fact I told her mutliple times, and she stabbed me in the back.
I owe a lot of my blackpills to this women, and what's better she allowed me to directly call out Stacies and Chads who were in her class. For example, when she gave a couple of the popular kids an assignment and instead of doing it they all hung out together and talked about drugs and parties, I walked over there and called every one of them mentally retarded for not being able to complete an assignment that would take a normal person five minutes to do. Eventually my friends and other people overheard me and started laughing at those kids for being brainlets. The teacher did tell me not to call them retarded, but after class she said we were technically right and that those kids were causing her trouble all year for not doing work and making her look bad during teacher performance reviews.
Then when I left for college, things became much different. I had a couple of people I still knew from the high school, and they were telling me that she was saying stuff about how my friends and I needed to socialize more, go out and make new friends, and about we have no experience with girls. She said we didn't understand anything about girls or how to deal with them, but then called me out specifically, saying that I didn't respect women or treat them right. She said that it was probably a cultural thing for me, and that me being Muslim meant that I wasn't allowed to treat women with any respect or dignity.
What boggles my mind and makes me upset is that I rarely talked bad about women in front of her, and when I did I also talked trash about the Chads they'd go for. The most I ever did was say that women despise my existence for being ugly, for which she gave her school-mandated "don't say that" talk.
She was the one who warned us about college girls and trash like that, and then she pulled a 180 out of nowhere, and then pulled my religion into it. I'm not one to get upset at people making fun of my religion, as I believe that if you make fun of people you should be able to take a hit too. I was mad that she made such a heel-turn and then started justifying herself by making stuff up about me that wasn't even true. She was my favorite teacher, a fact I told her mutliple times, and she stabbed me in the back.
