I attended Lipscomb for 8 years, not knowing that I was neurodivergent, which unsurprisingly made my life horrible at the time. The environment at Lipscomb Academy is one of insecurity, discomfort, and judgment— most of which stems from the cliquey faculty, many of whom used to be students there themselves. Year after year, I notice the best of my past teachers being phased out and replaced by 25-30 year olds fresh out of college, all of whom were the weakest and most awkward teachers to me for obvious reasons (lack of experience/training!) Lipscomb is also VERY wealth-biased. All of my classmates whose parents had attended Lipscomb were instantly accepted by the teachers— no matter how uninterested, distracting, or ignorant that student behaved— all because their parents had connections with the faculty. Most of my wealthy classmates ate lunch with their groups in their favorite teacher’s classroom (since there weren’t NEARLY enough seats in the cafeteria. Same goes for parking spots: SENIOR lot had only 25 spaces.)Don’t get me started on how many times some teachers forced the entire class to walk over to the university Starbucks together, even those of use who had no money for it or just straight up needed to WORK.One of the worst situations I was put in was with one of the young math teachers. She taught my first period class which was right before chapel, and I had gotten my period one day and went to the nurse instead of chapel that day. When I got to my second period class, that teacher (after looking up what class I'd be in) found me and took me into the hall. She handed me a detention slip for "skipping chapel" without asking why I wasn't there, and refused to let me explain where I was.The most constant terror in my day was dress code. No, it's not a difficult code to follow, but when the only jackets they sell at the school store costs $75, there was no way I could afford to have one: we were already on a tuition payment plan. No exaggeration, I was given 30+ detentions because one tiny thing was wrong with my uniform (a tear in my tights, an unapproved hoodie, or a small sharpie drawing on MY arm.) Teachers told me to "just steal a jacket from lost&found."THIRTY HOURS of my life were stolen because some of those teachers/faculty get such a charge from giving students they don't like detention-- NOT helping us improve ourselves at all. We couldn't do homework or speak in detention, just sit still for an hour after school (or during lunch.)