What is sad is in the early 1970's the San Juan school system was one of the best. Our older son was a "gifted" child, and he was stimulated and challenged until our last year in Sacramento.
Our son is a genius in math and can do most math, algebra, geometry, trig and calculus in his head correctly.
I came home from work one day, and he was in tears that his math teacher was going to give him a D or an F. We made an appointment to see the teacher the next afternoon.
The teacher was an arrogant new hire. I was standing in front of his desk looking down at his grade book. One of my gifts is the ability to reverse read what is on some one's desk if I'm standing in front of the desk and something like this grade book was in front of the teacher.
I quickly scanned the grade book and read the line of scores for my son. There were 24 grades from tests, homework and classes. My son's lowest grade was 93 with most of the grades being 99 or 100. Since at that school a 93 was an A, I knew that I was faced with an idiot who couldn't do math as he had my son's average for the 24 grades in his tortured math as a 69.
I tried to discuss the situation, and he refused to turn the grade book around. I told my wife to leave the classroom and take our son to the office and have the principle be there.
After they left, I told the idiot that he was a math deficient idiot. I explained to him that if my son had 24 grades it was impossible for him to have an average of 69 when the lowest grade he had was a 93. He went ballistic and started arguing and cussing me.
I reached over the desk and removed his grade book. I then looked at him and said meet me in the office in 5 minutes. He was threatening and saying he would call the police. I suggested that if he wanted to keep his job, he had better wait 5 minutes.
I went to the office and made several copies of this idiot's grade book. The secretary wanted to know why I gave her a copy and told her to look at my son's line and what the idiot had given him. She looked and just rolled her eyes and shook her head and mouthed "You are correct, he's wrong!"
By this time the principle was in the office with my wife and son and threatening to call the police. In about 5 seconds after he saw the gradebook, he just shook his head and said that the teacher was the best he could hire.
The teacher arrived and the principle told him to go back to his office. The teacher wanted his grade book. The principle informed him of the incredible error with my son and said that he was taking the gradebook home to review. I knew that there were several similiar errors, and I told the principle.
Before the teacher left, I told him not to F with my son. Besides getting him fired, there would be brief encounter with me. After he left, I got assurances from the principle that my son would not be bothered by this. I waived extra copies of the gradebook and said "No there won't be.
In spite of this bad egg then, the other teachers were great for both sons.