Student Demands Test Correction... Fails Worse Than Ever! - Reddit Stories

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of Reddit podcast Stories. Our first story will be reading today.
You need to grade my test accurately. It's for a scholarship.
After that, am I the jerk for moving out when
my parents asked me to pay rent? And after that,
you have to use your vacation days now for every
thumbs up this video, kits one. Karen does not get

(00:21):
a scholarship your mom goes to college. I can't be
the only one still quoting Napoleon Dynamite in twenty twenty three,
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You need to grade my test accurately. It's for a scholarship.
I really try to be a positive and supportive, caring

(00:43):
college instructor. My clientele are mostly college dage students enrolled
in what is basically a pre algebra course my community
college likes to call college math. I have the occasional
young whiz kid who enrolls in my course to be
super advanced, but for the most part, young adults in
their twenties and thirties are who I teach and solving
systems of equations by substitution is currently what I teach them.

(01:05):
I have many students who struggle and require additional tutoring,
and I'm always happy to oblige. There's this one student
who I wish would show up to our makeshift tutoring group,
but who never does. Let's call her Mara. Mara seriously
acts like we're back in high school, interrupting my demonstrations.
Hey Op, my.

Speaker 2 (01:24):
Dad says, this isn't the way to solve it. Mister Op,
why don't you teach at ASU.

Speaker 1 (01:29):
Are partnering major university. We transfer students to What did
you do wrong that you're teaching at this place? The
list goes on and on. We have an exam that
about half the class got a ninety or better on,
followed by most of the rest getting b's and c's,
et cetera. I know that this community college, despite its
cheap cost, still has many students on full scholarships for

(01:50):
one thing or another, whether it be sports, personal hardships, activities,
et cetera. That being said, if I notice a student
tank the test, I may just grade the thing on
a curve to allow them to get the most points possible.
This is what I chose to do for Mara, and
she wound up with an eighteen out of twenty five
on her exam. I typed in the score and took
a glance at her paper afterward, and realized that she

(02:12):
actually missed yet another question, a major one that would
have brought her grades super low. I decided to look
the other way. Part laziness, part being nice. Let's not
say how much each part is worth, but they're not equal,
so it's time to return the test that I already
had graded in the system. When Mara starts up with
her questions again, they are literally too tiresome to include.

(02:35):
I will say her final piece.

Speaker 2 (02:36):
However, mister op, I noticed that you gave me an
eighteen out of twenty five on my last test. Could
I take a look at the test and see what
I got wrong? I definitely didn't miss that much.

Speaker 1 (02:47):
I tried to use inflection to let her know that
she should probably just be happy with the eighteen by saying, yeah,
I think I'd be happy with the eighteen, there, kiddo.
Then she suddenly dropped a petty pebble on top of
a snowy hill. She continues, this time, standing walking towards
me and pointing her Cruella de Ville finger at me, saying, no,

(03:07):
you can't.

Speaker 2 (03:08):
Just put whatever you want for my grade. Eighteen out
of twenty five is not even possible. I need to
keep my GPA high because of all my scholarships. You
need to grade my test accurately. Enter petty, delicious compliance.
I knew good and well that she did not deserve,
by any stretch of the imagination, anywhere near the seventy
two that eighteen out of twenty five got her. She

(03:30):
didn't master seventy two percent of the content, She didn't
get seventy two percent of the questions correct. I'll be
honest and say that when I grade dozens of exams,
I tend to look at the most important questions on
each test and ensure these are one hundred percent accurate.
I always pepper in some spirally thinking type questions. You know,
stuff with rigor, but I don't grade against it. If

(03:51):
I ever make an error in grading at one hundred
and fifty percent of the time favors the student, I
took her papers out of my case file through the
exams and find her particular one and look at it quizzically.
Then I look back at her while my head is
still positioned towards the paper. I'm trying so hard to
give her an out, but she wouldn't budge, So I say,

(04:11):
you know what, You're right, I did make an error,
oh crud, more than one. I then behind my desk,
where the students couldn't see what I was looking at,
graded her paper right then and there. By this time,
I had memorized the answers to the exam without even
needing to pull out the key. But I did so
to show her that I was grading it thoroughly, you know, accurately.

Speaker 1 (04:33):
She wound up with a fourteen out of twenty five.
I handed it back to her right then in there
and let her know that I had changed the grade
accordingly in her grade book. But the fourteen that she
had just got turned her high C to a solid D.
She looked through the exam, scouring through it like a madman.
I also made sure I took a picture of the
test before handing it back so she couldn't pull the C.

(04:55):
I made it negative. It's right, sort of thing. She's
done that in the past. She quickly whipped out her
phone to see how much this impacted her great Overall,
she was livid without a direction to hurdle it towards
I could see that this act of petty, malicious compliance
on my part was a little too far. I actually
felt bad for Mara. As she looked up at me.

(05:16):
I could see her eyes well up a bit. It
was that too quiet, right before something bad was about
to happen. My spidy sinses were tingling before she started
to take her clenched arms that she looked like she
was trying to remove the top of the desk from
its connected chair and turn them on me. I offered
a solution. Look, Mara, remember you can do the corrections
on the exam for a fourth of the credit. Okay,

(05:39):
that will get you almost all of the points that
you were gifted in the first place. What do you say?
She sheepishly agreed, wound up with a seventeen point five
out of twenty five and has yet to give me
a hard time since. But I'm pretty sure my semester
survey will suffer greatly. Am I the jerk for moving
out when my parents asked me to pay rent? I
twenty three. I'm the oldest of five siblings, and I'm

(06:02):
a full time student. I also have a part time
job in my field, but when I complete my after degree,
my employer will take me on full time. I make
enough from part time to pay for school and put
money aside. My siblings range from twenty to ten. Both
of our parents work full time. I've taken on a
lot of the responsibilities for keeping everything running around the house.

(06:22):
I do the grocery shopping, the laundry, as well as
making supper and doing meal prep so that everyone has
lunches ready to take every day. I also get all
of my siblings to do their part with regards to
household chores. For example, my youngest brother is responsible for
feeding and walking the dogs, so I make sure that
there is dog food in the storage and bags on
the leash. My dad works very long hours and my

(06:44):
mom works nine to five at a hard job. Over Christmas,
I had a chance to buy a PS five for myself,
so I did the rest of My family is still
using a shared PS four. I keep mine in my
room and I do not share it. My parents started
fielding complaints or my oldest brother about how I made
so much money and I don't share the things I
buy for myself totally true. So they had a talk

(07:07):
with me where they brought this up. I pointed out
how much of the household work I did, and they
said it wasn't fair that I was earning so much
money without contributing. They told me how much they expected
from me. I went to my room and I did
the math. If I gave them what they wanted, I
would have about eight hundred dollars a month left over.
If I dropped a couple of classes next semester, I

(07:27):
could go to almost full time hours with my employer
and it would only be one more year until I
graduated with my second degree. But I could afford my
own place and I would have way more free time
and disposable income. I packed up and moved out. Everything
I owned fit in my car. I stayed at an
airbnb for two weeks until I could get everything sorted
with an apartment, school, and work. It was great. I'm

(07:50):
not going to lie I may have gone a little
overboard on Tinder. I couldn't have anyone over when I
lived with my parents. I just moved into my own apartment.
I'm staying part time until I finished this. I'll work
full time over this summer and go to a lighter
class load and higher work hours. In the fall, my
oldest brother has been tasked by my parents to do
everything I used to do. His chores have been split

(08:11):
up with the other three. They're all upset with me
for moving out. My parents are upset that I left
them in the lurch. My siblings are mad that they
all have more chores. My oldest brother is especially salty
because he has no free time to see his girlfriend
and she isn't allowed in the house when my parents
aren't home. I'm enjoying my free time. I bought myself
a plant from Ikia. I feel bad for doing them

(08:32):
all over, but it didn't make sense for me to
do all of that work and pay rent on top edit.
All the chores were split fairly. I wasn't doing any
more than anyone else. I thought it was fair until
I was asked to put in money as well. Not
the jerk. If you left them in the lurch, that
should be a flashing sign of how much you were contributing.

(08:53):
I was ready to call you the jerk, but you're
carrying the entire mental load of the household. You shouldn't
be expected to share the money you are, And I
bet your oldest brother is regretting making such a fuss
about you buying yourself a PS five with your own money.
He started all of this. I know that all parents
are different and have different plans on how they can
or want to support their kids. Some start rent right

(09:15):
at eighteen or high school graduation. Some pay for all
expenses through college. Many of us are somewhere in between.
It doesn't sound like your parents told you in advance
that rent would start at a certain age, which I
think is unfair. It sounds more like they just wanted
to confiscate part of your income so your siblings wouldn't
be as jealous when they introduced the idea of rent.

(09:35):
I would have introduced the concept of decreased chores. Someone
renting a room would traditionally not have assigned chores in childcare.
They would just tidy up after themselves. Parents often initiate
conversations about rent to inspire young adults or older offspring
to move out, even when that wasn't the parent's intent.
The rent talk often inspires the offspring to do a

(09:56):
cost and benefit analysis and decide to move out. That's
what happened here. It certainly doesn't make you a jerk,
not the jerk. Your parents aren't jerks for bringing up
the subject, but they definitely are for trying to guilt
trip you after you made the best choice for you
to move out. Good for you, just desserts. For many
years I worked at Pizza Hut. I have a million stories,

(10:18):
and while many are malicious, only a few contain much compliance.
At this time, I was a dish dude slash phone
answer slash whatever needed to be done. I was persistently
amused by how quickly even the most trivial amount of
power could go to people's heads. One waitress, who all
called Donna and then never use that name again in
this whole story, was given some sort of title like

(10:40):
Grand Overlord of White Staff or something, which conferred upon
her the power to do the same job as before,
but with more work. She wasn't actual management, not that
I would have cared much if she was. I showed
up early every day, as was my habit, and one
evening I was somewhere in the back wandering about twenty
minutes before my shift. The phones were ringing and being

(11:01):
ignored by just about everyone as usual, so the team
lead of wait staff ordered me to answer it. If
she had asked, I would have done it as I
had done a thousand times before, but this was a
decree from on high. I informed her that my shift
didn't start for a while yet, but this detail failed
to impress. I said I would have to clock in

(11:22):
before I could use the order taking computerizing thingy, and
my manager would have to approve me doing that. They
were oddly strict about that for a restaurant. She said
she was a manager and to just do it, but
I didn'd so she swiped her card into the magic
order screen and yelled politely to just take the phone
order under her card, her name off the clock. Okay.

(11:44):
Humbled by my public defeat, I meekly picked up the
phone and proceeded to thank the caller for choosing et cetera,
and took the order. As I did so, I added
seven big Foot pizzas with extra whatever, and a dozen
bottles of beer for delivery, and a couple of dessert pizzas,
I told them in their total before all of the
added nonsense and the call ended. The thing is, we

(12:05):
had stopped selling Bigfoot pizzas a few years before. We
hadn't carried dessert pizzas since the mid fifteenth century, but
they were still in the system and we did not
deliver beer as doing so could be illegal. The cooks
were confused, the actual managers were confused, and questions were
being asked. Anyhow, I went outside for a smoke. The
Royal Duchess of waitressing came storming out the back door

(12:28):
a bit later and said a bunch of words or something,
then went back in. As I learned later after clocking in,
she had to get the help of an actual manager
to delete all of that stuff and change the total,
which messes up their numbers or something. I don't really
know why, but they sure didn't like deleting things, and
she had to tell them that she had me use
her swipey name thing to take the order because I

(12:49):
was off the clock, and they really did not care
for that at all. Right in front of the assistant manager,
she threatened to write me up, which she did not
have the authority to do. No customers were harmed in
the making of this compliance, since they got the actual
stuff they ordered, and there was no wastage. Since no
one could make a bigfoot or dessert pizza if they
had wanted to just a bit of extra paperwork and

(13:10):
a very annoyed weight. Queen, am I the jerk for
sleeping the whole evening away when my girlfriend's family came
to visit. I think the title is self explanatory. My
girlfriend's family are quite upset with me. But let me
give you a bit of background. H twenty five female.
I'm currently a resident. My specialty is a particularly demanding one.

(13:30):
I have twenty four hour shifts every other day, and
I get to go on seventy two hour shifts at
the hospital with only a few hours of sleep, four
times a month. I've been dating my girlfriend, who's twenty three,
for two years. Her parents and brother, who's twenty nine,
live in a different city. They were going to come
visit us for a few days. My girlfriend had told
me beforehand she obviously knows my schedule. I offered to

(13:53):
help her before her parents got here. I only managed
to get a few items gifts, et cetera. Later, she
told me to carry on with my routine and said
that she had handled the hosting duties. I had one
of those seventy two hour nightmare shifts. We had countless
admissions and only got to sleep very occasionally. It's safe
to say I was almost a zombie by the time
I got home. After I got home, I took a

(14:16):
shower and told my girlfriend I was going to sleep
for a bit. I set an alarm to get up
and help my girlfriend in the kitchen watch a movie
or something. I slept through the whole day and got
up around ten pm. When I went downstairs, I saw
my girlfriend's parents and her brother. I had completely forgotten
about my girlfriend's family coming over later that day. They
had a very unimpressed look. My girlfriend's mother told me

(14:39):
it was extremely disrespectful of me to not have been
there to welcome them the first time that they were
coming over to visit. I got similar comments from all
of them. My girlfriend said she purposely didn't wake me
up because I was going to go back to the
hospital in a few hours and I needed my sleep.
Her family didn't change their minds. Her brother later told
me privately that I was neglecting my girlfriend and being

(15:01):
selfish in this relationship. He said his sister deserved much
better than someone who wouldn't even acknowledge her family. I
feel horribly about all this. I asked a few friends,
but they're all terrible when it comes to these kinds
of advice. I honestly don't know. Am I the jerk
at it? I was allowed to leave the hospital around
two pm, got home around three pm, took a shower,

(15:23):
and went to sleep at three point thirty. I set
an alarm for six PM, but I slept through it.
They arrived at about five. Not the jerk. It's not
like you were out partying. You're a medical resident. You'd
have to live under a really heavy rock to not know.
They get the worst shifts and any downtime is taken
over by exhaustion. Your girlfriend wasn't offended and completely understood.

(15:45):
Let her deal with her judgmental family. You just try
to survive residency. Not the jerk. I can't believe the
family doesn't understand your schedule. If you don't get enough sleep,
your patience could suffer from bad health care. The only
opinion that accounts is your girlfriend. If she's cool with it,
don't worry about her family. Not the jerk. Almost went

(16:05):
with no jerks here. I mean it is kind of
expected to be present when your partner's family is visiting,
so I get that they were confused and a little upset,
but it was an honest mistake on your side, and
your girlfriend chose to not wake you up and also
told her family why you were absent. They should have
let this go. After your girlfriend explained the situation entitled,
mother tried to steal my tablet, so I went from

(16:28):
zero to one hundred to make her back off. I
thirty three mail Am an Ela teacher based in China
for the last three and a half years. First, a
little bit of information before I get to the story.
There is a bit of a pay gap between foreign
and Chinese teachers. It's also a well known fact that
only the most opportunistic ones like to capitalize on it

(16:48):
from time to time. If you're not careful, it can
be anything from charging more it stands to on the
rarest of occasions, guilting them into complying. Trust me, it's happened,
and those select fews not apologetic about it. Now onto
the story. It was Chinese New Year and I was
on the train to chung Qing to visit a friend.
I don't like flying and I really like trains. I

(17:11):
had my Samsung tablet with me and I was watching
Final Fantasy seven with my bluetooth. Suddenly I felt something
nudging against me. I looked to see a kid, maybe
in elementary, trying to look at the movie. So I
turned off my bluetooth and I turned the tablet to
him so that he can watch it. Sounds weird, but
being a teacher here you get used to it anyway.

(17:32):
He was really immersed, and though I couldn't understand him,
I could tell that he was really enjoying it a lot.
He was trying to talk to me, but his English
wasn't so good and my Chinese was worse, so he
opted for I like this so cool, me too, and
things like that, very basic English. He was a sweet kid,
and he got to watch the whole thing before our stop.

(17:54):
He even said chang qing and I said me too.
He waved goodbye and ran back to his mom, and
I began to pack my things so I could get off.
Then it happened a woman approached me with the kid
and in perfect English, demanded my tablet. She literally said,
give me your tablet. I thought I was in the

(18:14):
twilight zone and wanted to ensure that I had heard
her correctly. Excuse me, give me your tablet. I want
my son to have it. I refused a simple no,
and she said those magic words that I'd begun hating
to hear. Not your foreigner, you can just buy another one. Now.
A couple of things. One, I don't know if the

(18:35):
kid really wanted my tablet or not, and frankly I
didn't care. Two. I come from a family that has
taught me to never let anyone make you feel less
than others. If someone tries to take my dignity, it's
not going to end well for that person. And no,
I don't actually have to fight to get my point across.
Fair warning, I'm paraphrasing the confrontation because it lasted a

(18:57):
lot longer than I cared for. I said, no, I can't.
I had to save to buy this. You can do
the same. No, you can give us yours and stop
being selfish again, I countered. Or you can stop being
an entitled jerk and buy your own. It was my
first time seeing a shocked Pikachu face, and to rub

(19:17):
salt in the wound, I added, shoe shoe. She did
go away, only to come back with the police that
I should have seen coming, but I didn't because I
was focused on getting off the train. Lucky for me,
he also spoke English with great fluently. He was also
really polite and obviously not in the mood for any
of it. Sir, this woman says you stole her tablet.

(19:41):
I saw the woman behind him with a triumphant smirk.
While speaking Chinese, I let out a sigh. I had
already wasted enough time on this nonsense, so I did
what I always did when I wanted to get my
point across in the quickest way possible. I turned cold.
In fact, my students referred to it as me turning
into being laushi teacher. I looked at the police officer

(20:02):
and said, I'll make a deal with you. I'm going
to use my fingerprint to unlock this tablet. If it
doesn't work, she can have it. If it does work,
I get my revenge on her. That woman's Pikachu face
came back so fast that the officer even had a
shocked look. He asked me if I was serious, and
I said definitely. I guess the woman saw my face

(20:24):
and tried to back pedal, but I wasn't going to
let her go until I made my point. When she
tried to leave, I said, where are you going? I
thought you said this was yours. The woman looked to
the police for help, but, as I said, he was
not in the mood and just spoke as she was.
She said something in Chinese to the man, only for
the man to give a short reply. I guess he

(20:44):
wasn't going to entertain this after all. How dare you
you had the nerve to try to take something that's
mine because I'm a foreigner. You're disgusting. You should be
ashamed of yourself. The woman had a mixture of fear, shock,
and anger on her face when I finally asked, is
this your tablet? When the woman said no, I leaned
my head in towards her and barked, what was that.

(21:07):
She finally said that the tablet was mine before taking
her kid and leaving. The kid did wave goodbye to me,
despite his mother's objections, and I smiled and waved back.
The officer asked me if I was serious about what
I wanted to do, and I told him the truth.
I would never have done something like that. He laughed
and wished me a happy Chinese New Year. I told
my friend about this and we had a good laugh.

(21:30):
My mom stole my college fund. Now I'm suing her.
Back story, my parents got divorced when I was around eleven.
Around the same time, my mom was in a car
accident and had won a fairly large settlement on top
of my grandpa passing in the middle of it, so
she was left with a fairly large chunk of money.
They're in their divorce. My mom constantly kept me and

(21:50):
my siblings in the loop of everything and made my
dad look like he was the villain in the situation,
despite my mom's cheating being the reason for their separation,
and when you're young, you want to believe your parents
have your best interests at heart. My dad paid over
three hundred dollars weekly in child support for my siblings
and I, and when I decided at twenty I wanted
to move in with my dad, she stopped talking to

(22:12):
me for a while since she would fully lose all
child support. Part of the divorce agreement was that my
dad would not ask for any of the money from
the settlement as long as forty thousand dollars of it
went into a college fund for me, since at the
time my siblings had no interest in pursuing college. Everything
was arranged, the divorce papers were signed and my mom
gloated about how much money I would have for school,

(22:35):
and on top of that, my siblings and I had
ten thousand dollars each as an inheritance for my grandfather's
will for us to use when we turned eighteen. A
few years later, she had fully renovated my grandfather's house
that we moved into. We had a new car when
on a seven night Disney cruise followed by a stay
at a deluxe Disney hotel. We were fairly happy, and

(22:56):
I was a sophomore in high school excited to start
looking at colleges. When my mom informed me that she
spent my entire college fund and inheritance on everything above,
I was floored. The first thing I had done was
tell my dad, who became so angry he immediately contacted
his own lawyer and took my mom back to court
to figure out a way to make that money back.

(23:17):
At this point, we lived paycheck to paycheck and heavily
relied on the child support to afford a living. So
she was served the court papers and they went in
front of a judge where my mom was given a
slap on the wrist since it was determined she didn't
make enough money to pay back the forty thousand dollars
college fund. Throughout my entire childhood, my mom was mistreating
towards me and my siblings. She manipulated us to be

(23:40):
at each other's throats constantly, and she was very narcissistic.
She continued to get worse during my childhood, and my
anxiety and depression was crippling. It took moving to a
different state to realize how harmful she was in my
childhood and to see clearly how much she messed me up,
and I went no contact almost a year ago. My
dad is about to reach higher and made it known

(24:01):
to me that, according to his divorce agreement, my mom
gets a good chunk of his pension, which got my
gears turning. Would I be able to take my mom
to court over the college fund again, but this time
to try to use his pension to replenish my funds,
even if that means I'm doing or out of one
thousand dollars plus a month for my dad's work. Not
the jerk, But I don't know if this will work

(24:23):
technically speaking, since she violated the divorce agreement, things should
be brought to court to be rediscussed since she will
now be getting one thousand dollars extra per month, she
will have the money to pay back the forty thousand
dollars college fund. But I don't know how these things work.
Not the jerk parents to spend money that isn't theirs
like your mother did disgust me. It would have been

(24:44):
different if you or one of your siblings had a
medical emergency that required funds. But that's not the case here.
HOA Karen got my car towed, worse mistake she ever made.
Years ago, I owned a big Mercedes. It was an
eighty three three hundred SD and had upwards of eight
hundred and sixty thousand miles on it. I bought it
from my father for a dollar, but actually only gave

(25:07):
him ninety nine pennies a couple years after he bought
it from his uncle. It was a massive car that
was fun to drive, like old turbo diesels often do.
The turbo went out. The car still ran just fine,
but it was more than sluggish going up hills. Living
in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains made this
an issue. The cost of repair was like eight hundred dollars.

(25:28):
I needed about six weeks to be able to afford
the repair. No big deal. I'll just park it on
the condo parking pad about fifty yards for my condo,
save up the money, then get it fixed. Then one
day I come home and my car is gone. I'm
not distraught, but incredibly upset. I call the police and
a nice officer comes to take a report about my
stolen car. A week or so goes by and I

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receive a phone call alas my car has not been stolen,
it has been towed. I make my way up to
the tow yard and asked the dude in the building
what the heck, and he proceeds to tell me that
an HOA member named Diane called and said it was
improperly parked against their rules and had it towed according
to their policies and signage. I paid him five hundred

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fifty dollars, which was the cost of the storage for
over a week and the hook up charge, then drive
my car back home. In the process of towing my car,
the Winch cable put it in in my front bumper
because the car was so long and heavy. I get
home to call the landlord and ask about the ccnrs.
She sends them to me, and there is nothing in
there about the length of parking only abandoned vehicles. The

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car was operable and had a valid tag and four
tires full of air. It was obviously not abandoned. At
this point I began my research. I had to see
cnrs already and knew I was good there. Georgia law
states that parking enforcement signs must be four feet above grade,
which this neighborhood's signs worth three feet. I found the

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names of each board member and the property management company.
Diane was not listed as a board member. Interesting, I sued.
I sued everyone. I sued the driver of the tow
truck and the tow company for damaging my vehicle. I
sued each and every HOA board member individually for towing
my car improperly. I sued my landlord, just in case

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she needed to be named as well. I sued the
property management company since they worked for the HOA. I
filed a subpoena for any and all records related to
towing my car from the tow company. Lucky for me,
they actually recorded their phone calls and I had that
phone call recording. I subpoenaed HOA board members for the
past ten years and Diane was never a board member.

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In the minutes, finally I sued Diane. I sued her
for the cost of recovering my vehicle. Georgia has a
provision in state law that allows for treble damages when
a defendant acts with wilful misconduct or fraud. I spent
roughly six hours researching my case and decided to pay
myself one hundred dollars an hour, which I felt was fair,

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as an attorney would have charged at least twice that.
I amended my complaint to ask for treble damages against
Dian court day before the case is heard, the judge
dismisses the case against my landlord as she had nothing
to do with this. He dismisses the case against the
tow truck driver as he was acting as an agent
of the company already named. He also dismisses the case

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against each board member as they had no part in
this at all. I was prepared for and expected these dismissals.
It's better to sue everyone remotely involved and have their
cases dismissed than to lose because you didn't name the
right person. It's my time to shine, and I'm ready
I enter into evidence the state code that regulates signage,
then submit my evidence that the signage did not follow

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the state law. This is my case against the property
management company. The judge asks the property management company to respond,
and they admit fault. I move for a directed verdict
against the property manager for the cost of the hook up.
Judge awards me seventy five dollars for the toe hookup
fee and my fifty dollars court filing fee from the
property management company. Next, I enter into evidence the damage

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to my bumper. I also submit estimates from a Mercedes
dealership to repair the bumper. TOE company says, yeah, that's
our bad, we'll pay it. I'm then awarded twelve hundred
dollars from them. Next is my case against Diane. I
call the guy in the shack at the tow yard
who testifies that I drove my car home that day.
I answer into evidence the phone call she made to

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have my car toad, and he testifies to its authenticity.
Diane has no clue what's happening, so she doesn't cross
examine him. I call the property manager, who is still
in the courtroom, to testify that Diane is not and
has never been a board member. She's still befuddled. I
submit into evidence my current registration showing the tag is valid,

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and a picture of my car in the courthouse parking
lot showing I drove it there that day. I sum
up by telling the judge that Diane acted with wilful
misconduct by calling to have my car toad when it
didn't violate any of this CCNRS. Then I argue that
she acted fraudulently by claiming to have authority as a
board member to have it towed. I explained that by

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acting with wilful misconduct and fraud, I am entitled to
treble damages. I'm not exactly sure what a response was
because I was having trouble hearing since I was so
excited at having just owned Diane in open court. The
judge awarded me one thousand, seventy five dollars from Diane
four hundred seventy five dollars for the money I paid
for the storage to the tow yard, plus the six

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hundred dollars in work I put in. Then he hit
her with the treble damages. Now she owes me three thousand,
two hundred twenty five dollars thirty days later, my excitement
has subsided, but she hasn't paid. I file notice with
the court. Thirty days after that, still no money. I
go to the Marshall's office with my judgment and they
tell me to find her bank accounts and come back.

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Thirty days later, I go back to court and file
and receive a garnishment order. Paid a private investigator one
hundred and fifty dollars and we find her bank account
to the Marshall's office and we go to Bank of
America and clean out her checking and savings accounts. I'm
short like fifteen hundred bucks though. Went back to Bank
of America a couple months later and she had closed

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her account. Paid the same private investigator again and found
an account at sun Trust, then went into that bank
and took one thy two hundred fifty dollars. I left
two hundred fifty dollars on my judgment out of spite.
I used that two hundred fifty dollars judgment against Diane
to file a lien against her home. I left it
there to mess with her so she would always remember

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me when she tried to refinance or sell her home.
I never did collect that two hundred fifty dollars and
the lien was released after ten years. That was fine
with me. I felt she had been punished enough that jerk.
I did wind up fixing the car, though drove grade
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