I hate when that happens.
I remember arguing with my 6 th grade teacher about the words lumber and wood. He said they had different meanings; I looked them up in the dictionary and found them to be interchangable. He was not as thrilled with my discovery as I was.
I got sent to the principal by my 5th grade teacher in Oklahoma for correcting him in class as to the pronunciation of Atchafalaya, the river in the poem about Evangeline.
He said it like it’s spelled and I said it’s “Chaffa-lie.” Despite my being the county’s rep at the state spelling bee, he told me I obviously couldn’t read OR spell.