People Catch Our Attention With Their Most Amusing Revenge Story

“In my senior year of college, only a year ago, I was required to take a diversity class for my major.

I wasn’t interested in Jewish Studies, Asian Literature, or anything else that they offered. My partner had taken a Sociology class that qualified to be called SOCY 325 “Sociology of Gender.” She said it was really interesting and not at all what a stereotypical woman’s studies class might be like. So I thought what the heck, I’ll give it a shot.

Unfortunately, the thought-provoking, discussion-instigating professor that she had was not the same one that I would be having. Unbeknownst to me, there were two different professors, and I was in the section with the awful one. This professor had an agenda and made darn sure that anyone in her class would have to agree or get out.

Any dissent was quashed.

Over the course of the semester, it was very clear that despite the class being about a very thought-provoking subject, in which there are many different theories and ideas, to her there was a RIGHT answer and a WRONG answer to every question that may come up.

I love playing devil’s advocate, so whenever there is a flaw in someone’s argument, even if I agree with the argument, I’ll speak up and try to get whoever is making the argument to prove their point (I was a criminal justice major; “beyond a reasonable doubt” was my standard to get me to agree with you one way or another.) So we butted heads a lot.

It came to a head when we read chapters from a book written by Anne Koedt, a classic feminist novel. When I read this, I laughed out loud. It just sounds like such bullcrap that I couldn’t believe we were taking it seriously. The author does make some good points in the book, such as debunking some Freudian craziness, but otherwise, it was laughable to me.

When it came time to discuss it in class, I brought this up as total nonsense. I wish I had written it down at the time because the back and forth was pure gold. I raised a point that argued with something the author wrote in her novel as I felt that since she was a sociologist and not a researcher, her views may have been skewed.

My professor was arguing that Koedt was right, and we had been assigned the other reading (a study by Alfred Kinsey, an early women’s studies researcher) to prove that these other women had adopted the ideology of the patriarchal society. I admit I argued back again with an example involving my girl, who’s obviously a woman.

The teacher essentially said my chick was a liar.

So disregarding the fact that she had just called my girl a liar, I brought up another point siding with my perspective. And on that note, apparently, I was going too far down the smut train (though she was perfectly happy talking about the topic we were on before), and she changed the subject.

I think making a well-thought-out argument against her personal beliefs made me a marked man in her book, and she was determined to see me fail no matter what. Luckily, in this class, we only had three grades the whole year. A midterm, 25% of the grade, a final, 40% of the grade, and a final paper, 35%.

The two tests were both multiple-choice, and she couldn’t skew my grade on them one way or the other. I did ok on them, a C and a B, and just needed a 70% on the final paper to pass the class. The paper’s prompt was very open-ended, basically any kind of gender studies research paper, so I decided to poke the bear.

Not the best idea on my part, but I decided to create a survey on the exact topic I argued with the professor on, along with some other questions about s*******y and feminist s*******y theory. From the research, I concluded that Koedt was wrong and that the Kinsey experiment we read was outdated and wrong.

Alert the media! Call a news conference!

I had constructed my survey and distributed it in a very statistically significant way and had mounds of prior research to support my claims. Despite all of this, my professor gave me a 60% on the paper on the basis that my survey had a bias, the research was insignificant, and my conclusions were improper for the data collected. She wouldn’t budge, despite another professor who I had asked for help in constructing the survey speaking on my behalf.

So the grade stayed, and I failed the class.

Luckily, at my university, there was a process to appeal a final grade. What happens is that the original paper or test is submitted to a panel of other professors in the department, and they all grade it separately, and if the new average is very different from the original, then it can be changed. The comments are also submitted, along with testimony from myself, anyone I want to have there, the professor, and anyone she wants to have there.

So the board found that my paper was very well structured, and I had effectively countered Koedt’s claims. They also agreed with my conclusion that the other study we looked at was outdated (they were sociology professors too and knew all about the subject). So after the professor who had helped me talked to them, and I talked to them, my professor talked to them.

The grade was changed, I got an A on the final and a B in the class. Thank God, no more gender studies for me.

The next semester, before I was going to graduate, I went to see the professor who had helped me. He had written a great recommendation for grad school, and I had gotten into my first choice and went to thank him.

In the course of our discussion, I brought up the other professor who we had shut down, and he gave me some great news. Because the board had felt she graded me extremely unfairly, and on the basis of her own personal beliefs, they submitted the case to the dean of the College of Behavioral Sciences.

It was not the first time that she had had complaints against her, and now with this hard evidence along with the findings of the other professors, she was fired!

Overall, I had a big problem with her because academics should be unbiased, and discussion is healthy. The “My way or the highway” attitude is really bad, especially in the gray area of gender studies.

So while getting someone fired isn’t really something to celebrate, I was glad that no more students would be subjected to her bullcrap.”

Another User Comments:

“Back in high school about 15 years ago, I had an art teacher who had some similar biases (so this crap ain’t new). The only thing I ever heard about feminism at that time in my life, was about women getting the right to vote and my mother arguing with some woman, which contained the phrase, “If that’s what feminism is, I want all there is to do with it.” So sexism was alien to me.

My teacher separated the class, boys on one side, girls on the other. One girl, Michaela, brought this up – She was a year older than us as she’d been held back a year after a long illness. Michaela got moved over to the boy’s side of the class but continued to be a bit of a thorn in her side, calling her out on the way she taught the class.

We’d all be given the same project, but she’d spend the majority of lesson time blowing smoke up the girl’s butts. I remember one girl blu-tacked a piece of bark to some paper – It sounded like it should have been hung in the Louvre. While the boy’s side would get corrections and chastisements as she walked past.

I really loved art and worked really hard, but I only got a D in the course. I asked around, and nobody over the boy’s side of the class got above a D, even Michaela got an F (and she was good! Google photorealistic portraits – She wasn’t that good, but I think in time, she’d have been close).

This “teacher” had only been at the school a couple of years before we ended up in her class. She took over from a teacher who retired and was real “old-school” strict, so we thought we were going to be in for an easy ride with this very hippy-ish new teacher.

I’m not saying we were model students, but we weren’t bad. We did steal about a quarter-ounce bag of substances from her desk drawer, then watched her sweat and panic, asking who’d been in her desk.

I was heartbroken, I loved art, and I was convinced I would do well in that subject even if I didn’t in the others.

I sacrificed a lot of study time in other subjects to focus on art projects. That old strict retired art teacher happened to be a friend of my mother’s. I asked her to look at my mountains of work, for a second opinion, hoping that I wasn’t deluding myself. I was a bit taken aback when, seeing that I was so downhearted, she put an arm around me and said, “I’d have given you an A for that, maybe an A+ depending on how much of a prat you are in class.” She asked to take my work, to see about getting my grade changed. A few weeks later, I got a couriered package back with all my work and an amended certificate with an A+ on it, along with a letter that basically apologized for “a clerical error in the marking process”- I guess the old bag still had some weight in some circles.

I went to see Michaela, she had been asked to take all her coursework back to school, apparently, the whole class had.

My mother’s friend, the old art teacher was a little candid about what was going on, but a few months later, she told me that an investigation had been opened by the examining board.

It turned out that for the 3 years at my school and 6 years at a previous school, she’d consistently marked her male students well below and her female students far in excess of national averages. She was fired and supposedly won’t be able to teach again.

A few years after, I wandered past this old dusty shop selling crappy furniture alongside mountains of “new-agey” paraphernalia, incense sticks, and crystals – It stunk of decomposing hippies.

Of course, it was that “teacher” peddling it. That made me happy.” Reddit user