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Read-Only Memory

, , , , , | Learning | August 17, 2026

My two-and-a-half-year-old son has moved to a new group at the daycare. I’m picking him up for the first time at this new group.

Teacher: “He’s had a great first day! But I was wondering: can he read already?”

Me: “Um, no, unless he’s keeping it a secret from me. Why?”

Teacher: “Well, this morning he picked up a book and started reading out loud to the rest of the kids.”

Me: ‘What book?”

Teacher: “[Book].”

Me: “Oh, we have that one at home as well. He knows it by heart indeed. He picks that one at home all the time too.”

Teacher: “Well, yes, but then I gave him [Different Book], and he read that one out loud as well.”

Me: “Yes, we have that one at home too.”

The Boy Who Cried Nothing

, , , , , | Learning | August 10, 2026

In France, students can have different attendance statuses. Some are regular day students, while others are “free day students,” meaning they’re allowed to leave campus whenever the teacher in charge of the last period of the day or half-day is absent instead of staying at school.

One Thursday morning, the notice board announced that our math teacher, who was supposed to teach from 11:00 a.m. to noon, was absent. We had been scheduled to take a test, but when a teacher was absent, tests were usually postponed. As free day students, we were happy because it meant we could leave school at 11:00 am and only come back for our afternoon classes at 2:00 p.m.

However, around 10:00 a.m., one of the school supervisors ran into our classmate, Adrian. He told him that our math teacher had decided to keep the test after all. The supervisor himself would supervise it in Room 103, and Adrian was supposed to let the rest of us know.

Adrian never told anyone.

When the test was supposed to begin, Adrian was the only student in the classroom. Meanwhile, all the students who had to stay on campus—such as those eating lunch at school or those who weren’t allowed to leave during free periods—had gone to the supervised study hall, which is where students normally go when a teacher is absent.

At first, they were annoyed with Adrian for not telling anyone. However, the supervisor said, “That’s not like Adrian.”

Until then, Adrian had been a fairly well-behaved student. He wasn’t an outstanding student academically—he was much better at literature than science—but he’d never been in serious trouble. The worst he’d gotten were a few notes home for talking too much in class.

The students who had stayed at school eventually stopped complaining. After all, the test had gone ahead as planned, and they’d already studied for it.

The problem was that all of us free day students, me included, had already gone home.

When we returned that afternoon, we finally found out what had happened. We went straight to the middle school Dean of Students, who said we’d have to discuss it with the math teacher. She also admitted that the situation was surprising because, in her words, “It doesn’t sound like something Adrian would do.”

When our math teacher came back the following Monday, he refused to believe our version of events. Every free day student—including me—received a zero on the test and two hours of detention for skipping class.

The Dean of Students later told us there was nothing she could do. There was no proof that Adrian hadn’t warned us, and Adrian continued insisting that he had.

To make matters worse, some teachers criticized us for becoming more distant from Adrian afterward. But he wasn’t ostracized at all. The students who had stayed on campus kept talking to him as usual, with only two or three exceptions who sided with us.

After that incident, Adrian went back to being the same quiet, well-behaved student he’d always been.

To this day, none of us knows why he acted the way he did that day.

Email Fail, Part 56

, , , , , | Learning | August 8, 2026

I’m an administrator at a major university. Part of my duties involve the publishing and distribution of teaching and research materials created by our faculty. Most of it is freely available online, but some of it has to be requested via a form (these are materials intended strictly for instructional purposes, so I have to screen out private sectors and students looking for an edge).

A faculty member was working with me and our communications office to prepare a marketing email to promote new materials. When he suggested adding the emails collected via the request survey to the newsletter mailing list, I was a bit taken aback. We ask for emails to a) confirm their status with their institution, and b) send them the requested materials. There is no mention of them (or any of the information we collect) being used for anything but those purposes.

I told him we could certainly have a conversation about doing that, but I would be hesitant to agree.

His reply? “I am happy to have the conversation. Is there a reason we cannot use these emails?”

My immediate thought was, “You mean beyond the obvious?”

Luckily, while I was trying to frame a response, the comms folk chimed in to quote the laws that make it technically legal to take the emails of domestic recipients, but definitely illegal to do that internationally, and added that it was their policy to only contact people who specifically opted in.

We added a click-to-subscribe to the survey, and I was reminded that book smarts and real-world understanding are vastly separate things.

Related:
Email Fail, Part 55

Email Fail, Part 54
Email Fail, Part 53
Email Fail, Part 52
Email Fail, Part 51

The Course Was All Clickbait

, , , , | Learning | August 6, 2026

I was unemployed for a while (due to living in a small town and there not being many jobs; most were part-time or you needed a qualification for), so I thought about learning to become a computer repairman/technician. I had been dabbling with PCs for years and knew quite a lot, so I mentioned this to the Job Centre.

I was eventually sent on a “computer course” which I thought would be a start to a new career.

Hooo boy was I wrong.

Red flags started popping up when I went in, and the class was full of middle-aged people and seniors (this was back in the late 90s/early 2000s). Then the teacher came in and started the lesson.

Teacher: “Okay, class, for this first lesson we will be learning how to properly use a mouse—” *He points to a picture of a mouse.* “—and Keyboard—” *Does the same with a picture of a keyboard.*

Me: *Surprised Pikachu face.*

After about half an hour of him telling us how to move the mouse and use the buttons, I walk up to the teacher.

Me: “Excuse me, what is the end goal of this class?”

Teacher: “So you can send emails and write letters using your PC.”

Me: “Uh huh, I know all that already. In fact, I build PCs, repair them, and install and troubleshoot peripherals in my spare time.”

Teacher: “So why the h*** are you in this class?”

Me: “I dunno, ask the job centre; according to them this is supposed to be a PC repair qualification course.”

He sent me home, and my advisor got a b*llocking for wasting his time.

That’s Not On The Curriculum

, , , | Learning | August 4, 2026

I work in a school. On the school’s website, there is a page with a list of all the teachers. Some years ago, that page also listed which courses they teach. One such subject is Spanish. In Norwegian, the word for Spanish is “Spansk”. This is important to the story.

I was browsing our website one day when I noticed a typo. I went to the IT people and told them that they should correct it post-haste.

IT Guy: “Yeah, I can take a look at that later.”

Me: “I think you should look at it now.”

IT Guy: “Why, is it urgent?”

Me: “Yes.”

Intrigued, the guy opened the web page and took a look.

IT Guy: “Sorry, I’m not seeing anything.”

Me: “Look at the language teachers.”

IT Guy: “Yeah?”

Me: “See the teacher who is listed here?”

I point to the Spanish teacher.

IT Guy: “Yeah? Teaching Spanish.” 

Me: “Is she?”

IT Guy: “Yeah, it says she’s teaching Spanish.” 

Me: “No, that’s not what it says. Read it again.”

IT Guy: “…oh.”

Me: “Yeah.”

IT Guy: “Yeah, I guess I should fix that typo right away.”

Me: “Yep, I don’t think we’re that kind of school…”

IT Guy: “Thanks for the heads up.”

Me: “No problem.”

The misspelled word was “spansk”. There was an ‘S’ missing. And it wasn’t the first one.