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Anyone else the favorite student in their class by the teachers? I think I have been since preschool. I remember being like 4 years old and having the teacher get stern with the class then turn to me and start talking to me like I was one of her friends, I've always been seen as one of the teacher's friends instead of a student, I've had a few teachers who were utter a***holes (European spelling because screw you it sounds cooler calling someone an arese than ass, yes I'm American). Teachers have been mean to me and told me to be more independent when I asked for help, had one teacher in 7th grade yell at me for no reason in class and said I can't pay attention then lied to my mom about it saying I was being rude in class (which I wasn't I was just telling her privately the weather was being weird)

Nope. The teachers at school disliked me just as much as the other pupils did.

I was always either the teacher's favorite or the one she hated the most. Her (where I lived, grade school teachers were always female) attitude towards me affected the rest of the class. If I was her favorite, the other kids (even if they didn't like me) would at least treat me like a human being. If the teacher hated me, they did too and kids that were nice to me just ignored me or started to bully me.

I was never the teacher's favourite. Most teachers didn't like me.

I was always a favorite student until my odd emotional behavior in high school changed it. Before high school, I got special treatment because I was a rule follower, super quiet, and had good grades.

Same here, mostly depending on the subject. I used to be the language teachers' favourite, as languages are my "special interest" and I did very well in that and certain other areas without even making an effort. (I'm not sure if they liked me as a person, though.)
Then there were subjects I was pretty weak in although I really tried.
Because of this discrepancy in performance, some teachers must have thought that I am just lazy, and a few of them even seemed to take it personally. One of them threatened to throw me out the closed door if he ever caught me unprepared again. (In fact, I was overly prepared, as usual, but I didn't show any sign of life when being pressured or screamed at.)
And that was just one of many miserable anecdotes collected over 13 years of German school education.

Usually, I get along better with the English and Science teachers, but the Chemistry teacher only passed me so that he wouldn't have to deal with me again. I've had a Spanish teacher write me up because SOMEONE ELSE was talking. But on the other hand, there are teachers I'm still in contact with to this day. A few of them have kept a close eye on my grades when I was in school to make sure my home life was okay since they knew I was being abused. It's interesting going back to visit my old high school and seeing how many teachers remember and are happy to see me. The Spanish teacher is not one of them. Whatever.

I was favourite student for a few teachers, certainly. At high school I excelled at english, geography and science, and generally went through teachers for those subjects who always smiled and acted friendly towards me because I suppose, my grades made them look good. My last geography teacher for college in fact was an inspiration and I miss him dearly.
There were a few exceptions, though. One science teacher I used to have actively disliked me despite my grades, and turned a blind eye to the bullying I received in those lessons from the other children. Never did discover why she hated me so, but over time I have noticed similar negative reactions provoked in others for no conceivable reason. Presumably something about my body language, speech or mannerisms pisses them off.

I always try to go unnoticed by teachers and professors. Usually, because of the severity of my Autism, it doesn't work. Most of the teachers I have had have been good and liked me okay. I've had a few that would look out for me in the class and make sure that the other kids weren't being mean to me. Actually, the only bad teachers I have had were just uneducated on Autism and didn't know how to treat me because of that.

I felt like a teacher's pet in beginning of 6th grade because I would find random things in my desk and it turned out it was my teacher that was doing it. To this day I have no idea why it happened but it was some free stuff I got including a Happy Meal toy.

That same year my therapist told my school I could be their best student because I follow the rules and stuff and I could be a good role model for other kids about behavior if they enforced the rules on all kids and had a better system. The school was so convinced I had a behavior and they had a whole video of me but my therapist watched the whole thing, whole six hours of it and she was appalled because it was like watching a live Hollywood video except this was real, not an act or Hollywood, this was real life and it was all on video so she made notes what she saw wrong and said this wasn't a League Girl problem, this was a school problem, a problem with their system. A student teacher who doesn't know how to keep her audience and no one there supervising her to help her out and kids getting out of their seats and making funny faces at the teacher and then being angels when she looks up, throwing things at each other, and she bets I spent my whole time trying to not get influenced by the other kids and she bets I didn't learn anything that day because all that energy went to trying to sit still and not act like the other kids. Then she said I shoved the girl sitting next to me because I was provoked and I had ignored her and kept pushing her hand away and then I pushed her nearly making her fall out of her chair. The school tried to use that part to justify their diagnoses of me and why I needed to be in a behavior program so my therapist said I was provoked when I did that. She also said she would have a hard time learning in that environment too because of all the distractions and she bets it was harder for me to deal with.

And these were all normal kids folks, not a special ed class or a behavior class, and they didn't even have ADHD. These were all normal kids and this was all normal behavior and how a sixth grader acts and I wasn't allowed to be normal? I had to be perfect while these kids were allowed to act up and have behavior. I did have a different set of rules and I hated it.