- Man, I pissed off my high school biology teacher. - So, he was an asshole anyway, but he did give good lecture. I took notes, which was part of his rules. He walked around the class doing his talk, expanding points after questions, etc. So, an asshole, but a decent teacher. - Until he strolled by me one day. I have my own shorthand that I built up over the years of being dyslexic and a few other issues. No teacher had ever given a shit about it before. - But he flipped shit, said I was just scribbling, to take real notes. - I said I was, he basically said bullshit, and turned back three pages and asked what it said “smart alex” (that’s a quote). - So, I took a look at it, and read back what it said, which was what he had said in class, and it was easy to confirm because other students had the same thing. - He told me to write normal. I said no. Shit flipped, and it was a thing, and the principal ended up siding with me. Strangely, my grades in that class went from As to Cs and Ds, funny that. - What’s worse, if he had checked with my English teacher, or math teacher, or anyone else at all, he would have known my handwriting was shit, and the shorthand was more useful. - That’s really awful that you had to experience that. You found a very valid solution to a disability that enabled you to learn and got shit for it. Shorthand is a real skill and professional shorthand is not easy to learn. I remember my mom had a professional secretary’s shorthand textbook that I used to love growing up. It was like learning another language and I did end up using some of it in school for my personal notes. Hell stenography is still a valid profession and uses it’s own form of shorthand. You are awesome and your teacher was an ass. 
 
- Plot twist: I wouldn’t get it either 





