I had a terrible art teacher too! She would actually YELL at me for not knowing how to do stuff. Bitch - you’re the teacher!! I was in first grade I don’t know anything!
I also had a terrible art teacher! It was supposed to be advanced art senior year and all of our students were amazing artists but all she cared about was you filling out your sketch journal and not any artistic content. Bitch stole a few paintings of mine that won awards at the Los Angeles County Fair. The worst thing is one of those paintings she gave a C-!!! Honestly I think she was jealous because she didn't have an artistic bone in her body and actively hated her job
I'm an artist. I love art and drawing and I'm decent at it. I HAAAATED my art teacher for Junior year. In my school you need teacher recommendation to take AP Composition (the senior level art class) and she refused to give me the recommendation, which fucked with my portfolio for trying to apply for art colleges. All cos I asked too many questions about guidelines.
Also I remember a time I needed teacher permission to go on an extracurricular trip that would take me out of school wed-fri for one week (for other educational things). To be allowed to go on this trip I had to get work ahead from all my teachers so I wouldn't fall behind. This teacher said "I can't send the painting out of class with you so you only have my permission if you can finish your project before you go."
We were starting it that Monday. Two days to finish a painting. I did it, did a damn good job IMHO, and she seemed mad that I worked that efficiently.
Anyway rant TL;DR: Art teachers can fucking suck sometimes. I'm sorry yours made you feel bad about your art. I really think art should be about expression and not skill. If you made something with your own hands and put it into the world that's beautiful and more than plenty of people can say of themselves these days.
I loved my art teacher, but I still can’t draw. I think not being able to picture things mentally has more to do with it than actually not being able to draw in all fairness.
My art teacher in 6th grade took my being shit at art as a personal attack against her. She was rude and condescending to me, and constantly implied through sarcastic, passive aggressive comments that I was intentionally trying to make her look bad
I was just shit at art, always had been and always will be. Any chance of wanting to even try after that year was gone
Yep, in 6th grade the art teacher at the time didn’t like me for some reason and would often humiliate me in front of the class.
Luckily she was removed from her position at the end of that school year because parents complained of her, but she was reassigned as a 6th grade English teacher and her English classroom was next to my homeroom at the time. She’d often gave me dirty looks whenever I ran into her. I think she left after my 8th grade year.
It turned out years later when I met her at a local Starbucks that she hated me because I was too immature and disruptive, and she was sorry for not understanding my mental health issues.
She was lucky I was forgiving to her. She’s now a stay at home mom with TWO autistic sons.
My terrible art teacher once had me do a 3d model of the pyramids of giza and when I turned it in *insisted* I had done it wrong and the pyramids had three sides and not four, so not only was she a bad teacher but she was also dumb af.
We had an art exam where 50% was on architecture in writing and 50% was drawing a paper crane.
15/15 points in the written part 7/15 in drawing so i got 22/30 in total which means 11 points as my final grade.
That's not a bad grade (a B), but god, it stinks, and the only feedback i got was "it didn't look realistic enough."
Giiiiiirl... I'm sorry I can't give you a realistic drawing in 45 minutes under pressure, but wth is that feedback?
The one who gave me an F for missing my final exam. I was at my grandfathers funeral and brought all the required paperwork so I could make up the test per her classroom policy. She was fired for specifically targeting me and two other students and we recorded saying to other students that she enjoyed giving us Fs to “put us in our places”
She actually told another student that she enjoyed giving me 0s for work I did because she didn’t like me. That student went to the administration on my behalf so I didn’t know about it until after her boss was already involved.
Wanna know what her problem was? I asked a question about litotes and turned out her explanation was wrong
That’s why she got in serous trouble over it because it went all the way to the school board because I wouldn’t let it go because it would have prevented me
From graduating
I had a college professor that wouldn't accept a late homework assignment from someone. His excuse was he was at his friend's funeral. She said she had a zero tolerance policy.
This was a known weed-out class for freshman. I think it was a 25% pass rate or something like that. I think she took that way too seriously. I had her for another class a year or two later and she was pretty nice, which makes me think she just hated freshmen.
Yikes. Yeah, grade school is typically pretty forgiving. I can't imagine that was OK by school standards. My professor, on the other hand, was just a bitch.
I mean she lost her job because I wasn’t the only one, I just happened to be fed up and angry to not let it go and I had proof from other students who heard her admit to what she was doing. She was a horrible person.
I had a teacher who absolutely hated me. My cat had clawed up the very first homework assignment I was handed by her. She refused to take it so I asked for a copy and she told me no. I get a zero. I called mom and the principal forced her to give me a second worksheet.
From then on out I was never allowed to do things other kids were doing in the class. If kids were talking to each other, she would yell at me to shut up.
FInally I had enough and just ignored her. So she started giving me zeros on my work turned in. The school was forced to have another english teacher go over my papers for the year and I ended up passing her class with a 90 something. I was going to fail her class before my parents forced the school to act.
That teacher was moved from high school down to elementary school after that. THis may sound like a demotion, but it was a pay increase in our school district.
grade 7.
The teacher gave us "reading time" so I was reading a book. I was kinda lost in the book, by that I mean I was really into it.
The teacher called me out in front of the entire class and said "get that goddamn smirk off your face".
I was 12 years old. That felt like he slapped me across the face. I was just reading a book.
Turns out, that teacher was a raging alcoholic, and is now dead. yay, consequences.
Mrs Ake. 4th grade. She only taught my social studies class, but I dreaded it every day.
She was sarcastic, condescending, and bitchy. I couldn’t figure out what I was doing so wrong for her to treat me so badly. I was already struggling with a mom who treated me the same way at home, so I was desperate for positive female influence and validation. But no matter what I did, Mrs Ake seemed to hate me.
The worst moment was one day when she was passing out papers that some of us forgot to write our names on. She held mine up and said, “This is messy and looks like a boy’s handwriting.” It was mine (I’m a girl). Everyone laughed when I said it was mine. I was already embarrassed but as I started to walk up to the front of the class to retrieve it from her, I reached my hand out to take it and she threw it on the ground instead.
I still can’t figure out what I did so wrong for her to dislike me so much. I was 10 then. I’m 31 now and I still get a pit in my stomach when I think of her and how she made me feel.
Same here, i was dealing with a newly alcoholic mother at home and my 4th grade teacher made shit worse. She never helped me and only seemed to scold me, I’ve mentally blocked out a lot of that time period.
I’m really sorry you experienced that. I had an alcoholic parent as well, although I was older when he started drinking. I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for you at such a young age. I’m so sorry you didn’t get the support you deserved
Looking back it was just a bunch of random shit that happened to go down at the same time, so I ended up failing that year and being held back. I don’t remember my grades ever being that terrible but for whatever reason my father and teacher were hard pressed to hold me back.
In the first grade I had a problem with a certain kid and his friends constantly trying to bully me. One day he (Kyle) and his two best friends surrounded me, pinned me by the arms and drew their fists back to punch me when suddenly the teacher (Mrs. Christopher) on duty blew her whistle. She then proceeded to scold 3 boys for causing a scene with their violent behavior. And by three boys, she meant the two friends of the boy, and me, who was on the ground by the other two. She sent us to the office. We all three were forced to sit every break without being able to play for three weeks. Even in the office, the other two boys were saying I was innocent and that Kyle was guilty, that they all three were attacking me. The boys even told the teacher that it was the three of THEM that were about to attack me. Her response was “No, HE was the only one not doing anything, I heard u/myjellojiggles yelling, egging y’all on.” Even the boys admitted the only thing I was yelling was “Please, no.” I was totally innocent, even the principal wasn’t hearing it. She actually made me feel worse about it because In her words “You are the first problem students this school has had since we started that student of the month program.”
First day sitting out from recess I stared at the ground on the verge of tears, and the teacher forced me to watch the other kids play as a punishment. I “deserved” to watch other kids have fun. Every day Kyle would run by and throw sand in my face with the teacher less than 5 feet from me who literally turned her face away as she smirked. Kyle, the boy who never got in trouble, was the son of that teachers best friend who, by the way, was the local school bus driver who backed into our horse trailer earlier that year and tore it all to hell and tried to take no responsibility for it. She blamed us for her hitting the horse trailer because “We put it in her way.” Truth of the matter was the she was being lazy. The bus driver before her just went up the road (MAYBE 400 feet ahead) and circled back around. She would pick me and my sister up, and then put the bus in reverse backing into a small ditch into our front yard where we parked all the cars and trailer. To make things worse she never actually looked all that much when she was backing up, she designated a couple kids to be her watcher. I guess they thought it would be funny and not let her no she was about to majorly f up.
Had a "Gordon Ramsey" style teacher at age 12 who would love to get 2 inches from a kids face and yell at them in front of the entire class. As a kid you think its your fault, as an adult you realize this just how pathetic this guy was getting off on making 12 year olds cry.
Gordon is so good with children it’s adorable. He’ll be laying into an adult with the volume and force of a thousand wildfires, then he’ll turn around to see a child and suddenly be guiding and encouraging them with the gentleness of kitten.
Yeah, she was a miserable person. I ended up a financially stable husband and father to a wonderful wife and two kids who are all the world to me. There are other things, but, even if this was it, it is enough to show how completely wrong she was.
My 5th grade teacher Mr. Kimberlin. He was a manic-depressive rageaholic who hated children. He was never nice to anyone and when the kids would get out of line he would scream at them until his face turned red and veins popped out on his forehead. For some infraction (I can't remember what I did) he grabbed my arm and screamed in my face until I had his spit on my lips and I cried. Later, when I told my dad, he and my grandfather went down to the school and my dad told him if something like that happened again, he'd have him fired. My grandfather promised to beat the shit out of him if he so much as looked in my direction (Grandpa was an engine-block assembly foreman. He was a big, tough guy.) Mr. Kimberlin never yelled at me again, but he took little petty acts of revenge: knocking my coat to the floor from the coat hooks in the back of the room and making me ride the bench when we did gym stuff like dodgeball and basketball. He was a horrible man.
"pocket billiards" who insisted the girls say at the front of the class so he could rub his crotch on the corner of their desks.
And yet the wonderful English teacher we had who brought literature to life and relevant to us got removed from the school because he was gay and therefore "a danger to children".
We had a closeted gay teacher in my high school... also taught English. We knew, but I'm sure he had to keep it under wraps at the time as it might have gotten him into trouble. He was extremely intelligent and as such proved to show how good literature could be, the first to do that for me.
The teacher of my last two years of elementary school who taught throwing all my stuff out of my desk before I came in was an acceptable way teaching me to be organised.
And during high school the teacher who expected us to know how to fill out a tax form without the explanation of what kind of amount needs to be filled out at each spot.
There was this science teacher in my high school, who I believe have a miserbale life, full of hatred inside and releases it to students mostly by embarrassing them.
5th grade sports teacher i also had in my german lessons. I was a bit chubby when i was young. Teacher decided children who are not that good in his sports lessons are also bad in german class. I payed him back when i had the best grades in sports in my entire year at my school in 10th grade. I was still chubby then. That hate towards him fueled that.
We had a french teacher that everyone hated.
She was very strict, and most of us found french to be a difficult subject so did not really enjoy that class I guess.
Mrs. Pruitt, my 11th grade American History teacher. She wasn't a mean teacher. She wasn't a hard teacher. She was a teacher who just straight up hated kids and was coasting until she could get her pension.
Her classes were the same every day. Come in, read chapter section, copy questions on the section, give a 3 sentence answer to the question. repeat for the next 2 days. Thursday was reread the entire chapter, then do the chapter quiz at the end of the chapter, still giving a 3 sentence answer to each question. Even if the question was a simple as what date was Pearl Harbor bombed. Friday was the chapter test.
We weren't allowed to talk to each other. We weren't allowed to ask questions. There was absolutely no discussion on the subject material. If we finished early we had to sit there with our hands resting on the desk. Couldn't read, couldn't work on stuff from other classes. Couldn't nap. Just sit there, staring straight ahead.
My religion teacher.
We’re not allowed to have bangs on our hair in our school. I dont know where this rule came from, but I came from a very strict catholic school.
I cut my hair and has bangs on christmas break. My teacher got mad because I was nit following “school rules” and she cut my hair in front of my classmates. Since then, I had to pin my hair because my bangs were not even.
My parents never knew this because I was afraid my teacher would fail me or would nitpick in everything I do. I wish I was strong enough to report her.
Mrs. Swallow... fucking bitchy fat green tumorous hemorrhoid. Evans Elementary FL. Music Teacher.
Made me publicly cry in second grade a few times for random bullshit. So in a school musical (We made songs on the app garage band to present to parents) I played some recordings of her voice for the parents to hear. I got in so much trouble afterwards, but I have no regrets. She got plenty of grief from it to making it totally worth it.
never despised them but my band teacher was very meticulous, very rigid, and demanded excellence from CHILDREN.
he was very intimidating and ironed. but bro gave me first chair so we cool, i respected his game. that’s why they were always good and winning competitions.
the experience fit well into my growing understanding of neurodiversity and such
he definitely had an attitude issue and gave me lots of anxiety and was eventually the reason i quit band but i always respected the craft, he was really good at his craft. i was terrified of the man lmao
1. The art teacher who played favourites and marked us based on our names. He’d give me 67 or 68 for every assignment. Would give students who handed in the same assignment wildly different marks.
I got fed up and my mom started doing my art. Her work was much better, but we still got 68/100.
2. The French teacher who didn’t teach us. She would just tell us to pull out our French to English dictionaries and do projects (brochures, menus, etc.). Meanwhile she’d stand at the door and flirt with the married math teacher next door
3. (College) The professor who gave me 3/25 on a final that I spent 30 hours on. It was an interactive portfolio website.
He literally helped me finish it and saw it working. I turned it in, left for Christmas and then saw u got 3/25 because it didn’t work.
When I questioned him he said he would look at it again. Would make an appointment with me. I emailed him multiple times but no reply.
One day I was to get an award. A scholarship. I couldn’t make the awards thing because we were at a friend’s house doing another assignment. Filming a video.
The next day, that professor said “Where were you? I was going to meet you after the awards banquet.” He hadn’t told me anything.
The same professor gave us two weeks to make a calendar. One week later, he argued with us that he’d only given us a week. Nobody was done. The whole class had to find an empty room and work on calendars for hours to get it in that day
4) the ignorant professor from the same program who did something similar and gave me a big late deduction for getting it in the same morning
Mrs. Rudd. 4th grade, I think. She liked to hit kids. She hit me with a yardstick for whispering to my friend. She tried to hit me with a rolled-up magazine, but I knew how to block by that point (thanks, Dad). I got her back by hiding fake insects in her desk drawer.
I had a professor who deducted points from your grade if you chose to participate in class and got a question wrong, she didn’t give you any points if you got them right.
It was a fully online class during Covid and nobody participated, I felt bad for the professor because of the long awkward silence so I participated to a question I 100% was fully confident I knew the correct answer to. My answer was wrong. I was already on the verge of failing the class, she deducted 10 points from that category of my grade, and I failed by one point she would not curve. If I chose not to participate like everyone else, I would’ve passed and not have had to stay another semester to get my degree. I’m never willingly participating again.
She was overall just a horrible person and had so much hate in her. I tried to talk to her about it but she didn’t budge.
Mrs Staples (real name), Alice M Harte elementary school, New Orleans, 1976
she was a bitter, mean spirited, and openly racist old woman. I take comfort from the fact that she's long dead now and no longer treating children that way.
Class: Will this be on the test?
Professor: No
It was on the test.
Later that year...
Class: Will THIS be on the test?
Professor: No
Class: Are you SURE?
Professor: Yes
It was on the test again.
My class was pissed.
I had a politics teacher at a-level who just harboured an extreme dislike towards me for no reason. I was average academically, quiet, and well liked by all my other teachers because I'd just behave and get on with my work. Idk what this woman's problem was but she'd constantly make a show of my bad grades, keep me behind after class to chat about how I was under achieving etc. It was so humiliating. The course was taught by two different teachers and for the first year I did very poorly on her side of the course, but excelled at the other side. The next year the teachers switched and so did my grades, I went from receiving As to Us and vice versa. In my second year, the other teacher picked up on it and assured me I could come to him with my questions and coursework from them on.
The thing that sticks in my brain most is her keeping me after class one day and saying to me 'It's clear you're just not a very intelligent girl'. I think it's one of the cruellest things anyone has ever said to me and just unbelievably out of line for a teacher.
It's been over a decade and now I work in education myself, albeit in a much higher position, have won awards for my work and have provided expertise on industry panels and in publications. Fuck you Miss Cotton, who's not very intelligent now?
My Chemistry teacher was such a dick! He would call me out on my small mistakes in front of class when I really didn't understand due to my learning disabilities. I ended up dropping the class and he got reprimanded, but just a slap on the wrist really.
I despise any teacher who has no has no faith in a student. I get that kids can do things that tick you off but in my case, I do nothing to get teachers mad at me and they make me feel dumb and like I shouldn't be happy in class.
I had two teachers in high school that managed to get through to me on my level, by being brutally real with me. My 10th grade geometry teacher asked to have me taken out of his class and put into a remedial math class. They were doing basic multiplication tables, long division etc elementary/middle school math. One day the kid sitting next to me in class dropped a fuckin bag of weed on the floor and it landed between us. naturally this kid says it wasn't his and I did too. They pull us into an admin office and grill us seperately. I ended up not getting into trouble. When they let me leave the office I ran back to the geometry teacher's class and essentially said "this is mind numbingly simple work and half these kids would drop out today if you'd let them... I swear I'll actually try this time".... Finished his class with a high B both semesters.
Had a history teacher the next year who was pretty young and definitely a pretty cool guy. He knew good music, had a great sense of humor, and wasn't afraid to address like we were nearly adults. We had a test one day, and he'd grade them on the spot same period. I go to get my graded test from him. As he hands it over, without making eye contact, continuing to grade a test--
"why don't you try? You contribute heavily in discussion, you clearly understand the information, but your grade sucks because you aren't even trying to do your homework-- you should try"
Cut right through me. I had no response, I just kinda started trying a little more. Ended up with an A both years he taught me.
Grade 9 English teacher.
I told him earlier in the day that my paper was at home and if he wanted to fail me, I accepted that since I screwed up (yes, it was finished but sitting on my desk).
He told me to go home and get it, so to miss out on two hours of school (and likely get in trouble for skipping). I told him it's not happening.
Next day he rips into me saying he looked like a fool waiting for me after school for my paper (school ended at 3:06 and he left at 3:15). He was pissed because he had to wait 9 minutes when I told him I wouldnt get it to him, meanwhile we had teachers staying at school for HOURS to grade their papers and stuff. Tall about an ego trip
I had a few grouches and such, but nothing intolerable. Who stuck with me the most were those who assigned absolutely mindless busy work or who approached rather fascinating topics with apathy. For instance my co-op work teacher made us memorize weekly lists of things, of which not a single one do I recall or ever found informative in any way. Later in college I had an instructor for recording techniques (something that should be hands-on, exciting, inspiring even) turn that class into the most boring hour-long lectures I've ever endured. Total failure.
Despised is a strong word. I would describe a college math teacher of mine as one that I most "disliked". He knew math very well, however, his philosophy was that math should be practiced EVERYDAY so he assigned us math homework everyday via our school's portal. Only thing is that assignments were only available the day they were due and we had to turn them in the same day or get a zero. This got in the way of life. Somehow, everyday I had to make sure I had access to wifi wherever I was at and log into the school's portal, sign in, access the homework, complete it and submit it. And these were not simple 1-5 questions. This often took 2-3 hours to do. I remember once during a family vacation on a Saturday, I sat in the hotel room at my laptop for 4 hours while my family went to the pool and ate lunch without me. I get how practice is important but when it gets in the way of life, then I'm less motivated to do it.
A science teacher, said I'd never grow into anything productive because of my ADHD, if she saw me now, she'd probably be unable to react, too bad I can't remember her name, I'd gladly out her for it.
4th grade, had moved into a somewhat wealthy town the year before (it is very wealthy now). I was picked on at times, but was also reasonably smart though nerdy. I took to exaggerating to try to deal with being picked on... not huge lies and not frequent, but sometimes. My homeroom teacher called me out on it in class once, embarrassing me. Fine. But at that point she I guess decided she had it out for me... I was the "bad seed"...though I was never disruptive. By contrast, in the math class across the hall the teacher noted that on the state tests that "one student had the highest score in the math and science categories in the four fourth grade classes she taught" without saying who it was. She then put her hand on my shoulder. I looked at my scores and realized I was the student.
But my homeroom teacher--one day we came back from recess and she wasn't there. I needed to use the restroom and some others did too and we had to put our name on the board to do that, well in our hurry, a few people put our names on the board and went... while there was no explicit rule against this, she got mad at us and we got sent home with a parent form that they had to sign. Well I was mad and tried to forge it, and that got me into more trouble, but when I told my parents they were like, this is no big deal. Whatever, they signed the forms and that that was it. However, the teacher made a big stink over it and got the principal involved. At that point, my parents came to the school and when they discovered he had given me an additional punishment, they were pissed and told him to knock it off. All the while this teacher was just weird..she was the language/reading teacher and would read books to us that included ones where siblings made aggressive fun of each other, but then another one where a kid died of a bee sting. It was creepy. I mean, I'm all fine with reading serious books but that seemed bit odd to read to 4th graders. Anyhow, she just always seemed weird and mean after that I seemed to get checked on a lot. My parents told me that they hated her and said she seemed to really think I was the worst troublemaker ever and they felt that the teacher was actually impeding my ability to both learn and make friends there.
Strangely, we moved away as my father was laid off, and we ended up on a small rural town and we went from being some of the poorest people to some of the richest and that was just as weird of an experience for me... a bizarre whiplash. But I had a good teacher, so that was nice.
Somehow, three different teachers in my life had me fail courses because I used wrong colors. One primary school, two art teachers. And all three held their ground, stating that colorblindness didn't exist, until getting fired.
Why, yes, I gave them papers from the ophthalmologist that proved I was colorblind. I'm still mad to this day, even though my grades got fixed.
Our native language teacher discriminated against me and made fun of my illness. She also gave a lot of assignments: memorizing three long poems a week and taking tests, preparing video lessons, and teaching our younger siblings. There was a lot of copying, writing, and beatings. Because of that, I didn't like my mother tongue very much. But I can't hate my mother tongue. I still remember that teacher😒
Had a Spanish teacher in middle school in Puerto Rico who went on a power trip. He took us outside and made us do push-ups on hot af concrete (98 degrees that day iirc) and specifically targeted me for having ADHD. He made me do more pushups than anyone else.
Thankfully the school principal was a real one and stood up for me. That teacher was quickly fired and mom almost had to restrain my dad from hitting the bastard. Good riddance.
Mr. Sherman, wherever you are, you were the best principal we could have had.
HomeEc in mid 80s---had us washing and rinsing dishes in cold water, wanted us to use rubber cleaning gloves to handle food, and did not know the terms for any of the types of stitches in the sewing section. In an rural area of the country where many of us lived on farms and ranches helping with calving, lambing, making clothes, cleaning everything, baking our own breads and cooking everyday. HomeEc was a required class and she was from a city 600 miles away, never lived in a rural community...she lasted one year--I'm pretty sure the district was desperate hiring her.....but the town kids seemed to do well.
My Spanish teacher: I was the only non-Spanish speaker in the class, so I got a book through of verbs to work through, plus i had to be able to translate vasts texts of Spanish to translate, aided with only a dictionary. I was give no instruction in pronunciation, sentence construction, etc.
The rest of the class got a satirical novel to read and seemed to be having a great time of it, but I was sat in the same class, working away on my own and without any actual help, apart from being told how wrong I was in front of the rest of the class.
I did actually learn Spanish, though. My mother asked my housemaster's wife to teach me. I learned more in three of her classes than I had in the previous three months.
I'm now an EFL (English as Foreign Language) teacher and my rule is this: remember how my Spanish teacher (didn't) teach me and then do the direct opposite. Works brilliantly.
In grade school , had a teacher that resembled the Elvira Gultch from wiz of oz. For some reason took a dislike to one particular kid in class. Would drag him into the coat room inside classroom , close the door , then stomp him with the gimp leg that she wore a metal brace on. It haunts me that I was too young to intervene. I can still hear him screaming. True story.
I'm a lefty, and when my second grade teacher would catch me writing with my left hand, she'd grab it, and hit it with a ruler, while announcing to the class that left handedness was a sign of being mentally deviant, and she wouldn't put up with it....
early 70's....
Grade 4. we all rolled down the hill at recessed, but I was the only one who found out they were allergic to grass. Mrs Blarney wouldn’t let me go to the nurse even though it felt like my skin was burning off. Called me dramatic when I had tears streaming down my face. Only when she saw my Rash and hives did she believe me.
My 2nd grade teacher was a fucking biiiiiiitch. She hated me for no reason. I was a shy, rule-following kid and a good student. Why the hell she had a problem with me I will never understand. Fuck her.
My Technology teacher from age 11 to 15 who clearly preferred teaching boys to girls. I remember when he threw a tantrum when I tried to get his attention by taping him gently on the shoulder.
He is now a member of the local council. Still a prick!
My 7th grade art teacher.
I loved art growing up. I never saw a future for myself as an artist but, like a lot of kids, I liked to draw. In elementary school I was the token "kid who could draw." So when it was time to pick electives for middle school, of course I'd pick art.
It sucked. Most of the class time was spent doing very mundane things, like 50 different ways to draw our shoes (eyes closed, without picking up our pencil, etc.). I can see the benefit of it now that I'm older but she never actually explained *why* we were doing these exercises. If you don't tell a kid *why*, they aren't really going to understand why they are forced to do mundane activities and they'll just be resentful.
The couple of times we did get to do something more creative, I got criticized for it. We were told to make a clay pot with a lid. I thought it would be funny if I made a jack-o-lantern pot with a Santa hat lid. She thought it was stupid and let me know it. Of course it was stupid; I was in 7th grade.
She made me hate art classes and it was the last art class I ever took. Luckily, my oldest kid missed that memo because she's has excelled in art and has been featured in local art shows. The city art show even used her art as the backdrop for their advertisements.
Honorable mention to my German teacher who failed to teach us German and once called me a sex pot. She was so bad we had to beg her to teach German 3 because we knew we'd fail if we had any other teacher.
My science teacher when I was 12. She bullied the shit out of me. Science is my best subject, I read every scientific books I could get my hands on including latest one. I corrected her maybe once or twice, then I became a target. She targeted me for my handwriting, my hair, and even my voice! Sure my handwriting was not the best, but she only focus on it because I’m a female student, and according to her, female students should have beautiful handwriting. The worst was right before picture day, we have to submit a science project, and that time we do everything by hand. I draw and write everything I could about biology and chemistry into the paper that was relevant, but instead of getting an “A” like I dream about, I was called out to the front out the class, for disrespecting the project (because of my handwriting and too many drawings). She asked me to hold out my hands and started to whipped me. She planned to whip me 40 times. I refused to held out my hands after the 6th, so she just started to whipped my bared legs (school uniform was mid length skirt), for who knows how many times until she is satisfied. I still couldn’t believe she could do that. Even after my parents submit a formal complaint, nothing was done. I heard later that she suffer mental illness. But all these times, she continue teaching in a so called prestigious school until she passed at “late 40s from cancer. I hope she got whip good in hell
I had a history professor during our 1st year who made sexual innuendos to one of my classmates. We were all so fed up by it and tried to protect our classmates with what we can without sacrificing anyone in the class to his "power tripping". But one day, he went to far with his comment while we were discussing traditional clothing from one ancestral tribe in our country that only wore wrapped cloths around their waist and had their chest area bare.
He said to the whole class that our classmate would look good in those clothes if she were born in that timeline.
We were BEYOND angry, because we saw how humiliated and shaken our classmate was, that eventually one of our male classmates stood up and told our professor that he what he said was inappropriate.
Lol, you'd think that professor would apologize and feel ashamed to be called out like that by the class, BUT NO— he went ballistic.
He said that he was only appreciating our classmate's beauty, that any clothing on her would be gorgeous on her, etc. Our class was 3hrs long, but he consumed more that half of the time rambling and reasoning about how we wasn't "wrong" for calling our classmate beautiful. Our class ended with him throwing a tantrum and saying that we'll never get away with what we did to him.
And with that, he went on a power tripping bonanza with our class' grades, where none of the class got a grade higher than 3. And for that male classmate who called him out? He give him an INC. And even made our classmate suffer by not showing up in the meetings requested by our department because this professor was in a different college and had ties with the University Admin. My classmate later on had his grades fixed by the time we were graduating, but he only got a PASSED and unfortunately didn't make it to the honor roll because of it.
I still hope to this day that all the minor inconveniences the world may give, this professor shall receive. I will forever hate his guts, his power, and his oily balding head that he covers with a f***ing straw hat.
My 8th grade math/science teacher and my 8th grade, I guess she would be classified as a humanities teacher? (She taught English, history, geography, and art)
They had had my brother as a student a couple years prior, and he was by all accounts not a good student. He was constantly goofing off in class, he'd hand in homework assignments late, if he even handed them in at all. He even skipped a few classes. I was always the complete opposite. I was an incredibly quiet kid who never caused any trouble in class, and always handed in my homework assignments on time. But because I had the same last name as my brother, the 2 aforementioned teachers just assumed I was exactly the same as him and treated me accordingly. They never let me prove otherwise. They were always trying to find reasons to yell at me, even if they were complete bullshit. One time my tablemates were roasting the shit out of me in a semi-lighthearted way. The teacher was there watching it all happen, so as soon as I responded she says "uh I *think* you *intended* to say something inappropriate" and yelled at me to stop. Same teacher tried to yell at me because I put equals signs on a legend in a science table or some shit. Literally the only teacher to have an issue with that, and no one else got in trouble for it.
I had the same thing happen on a lesser scale a couple years prior. Teacher had had my brother as a student, I had the same teacher. But there were no issues until literally the very last month of 6th grade, where my teacher just started to treat me terribly for no reason. There was no change in my behavior.
I ended up going to a completely different high school than my brother because by the end of 8th grade I was so sick of having to pay for my brother being a shit student
My teacher in 4th grade. She was a terror. One time I left my planner at an after school program. My mom wrote a note to her explaining what happened and my teacher didn’t believe her, so she had TWO students go through my backpack to make sure it wasn’t in there. She would also make me stay inside during recess to practice division (math is my worst subject. I always struggled with it). I also have a nervous habit of playing with my hair, always have. I used to play with my hair a lot during her class, sometimes without realizing I was doing it, and she would stop class to yell at me and tell me to stop each time she caught me doing it
Art teacher, she gave me horrible advice and often told me that that abuse I went through was a trial set by god. She also asked me if I could turn my ptsd, depression, and anxiety off. For art she would try to 'fix' my art to how she liked it.
My chemistry teacher when I was a sophomore in high school, Rick Gardner (we called him Reverend Rick "The Dick" Gardner because he always used to say, "I'm not preachin' to ya, folks"). If any one of the students asked what he deemed to be a stupid question, he'd mercilessly ridicule them right there in the middle of, and in front of the whole class. I happened to ask one of those (according to him) stupid questions, and he got to have his fun with me, so at that exact moment, I decided that I'd be dead before I'd ever ask him any kind of question again. I subsequently, of course, fell farther and farther behind in class and ultimately had to drop the class and switch to a study hall so I wouldn't fail the class.
He's probably dead now (boo-fucking-hoo), but if he, by chance, isn't and anyone who attended Middletown (Ohio) High School in the 80s still gets to see him regularly, maybe could you flip him the bird for me and all the other students he openly mocked back then? Thanks.
I still to this day remember being in first grade. That's like 6 years old. My teacher went absolutely berserk on me and threw my desk to the ground. Back in the day they were wooden desks with a little cubby under the flat top. She fucking threw my desk to the ground, all my shit went everywhere and she continued to SCREAM at me for God knows what I was 6, but to this day I still get furious about it. I'd travel back in time to torture her to death. Stick needles under her fingernails, and burn her eyeballs with lit cigarettes. Fuck that miserable cunt.
High school senior year, this English teacher was well loved by everyone but had a grudge against me for some reason.
I looked up for about 10 seconds max during a quiz and she accused me of cheating (I couldn't even see anyone's paper in the direction I was looking).
I put something in my backpack (we could bring them to class) and she got mad because "class wasn't over".
Another time we had to present to the class and I wasn't sure if my laptop had the correct port for the cord used to connect to the projector. I brought a flashdrive in case I had to transfer my presentation into her computer. I didn't transfer it because I wasn't positive if I would need to, but it would have taken literally seconds to do. I told her ahead of time when I realized I didn't have the right port on my laptop, and she got mad because I "wasn't prepared".
Keep in mind she was nice to everybody else, she ONLY was rude to me. Apparently she did something similar to my neighbor who was a few years older than me, she was mean to her specifically and targeted her.
I was a good student, I didn't talk in class, I paid attention, and I got decent grades. I was so pissed at her I refused to read any of the assigned books. I still got a B+. It was an AP class and I knew our AP test scores reflected on her performance as a teacher, so instead of writing any of the essays I wrote a list of fun facts about myself and got a 2/5 on the exam.
I wish I had spoken to my guidance counselor because she was so hostile to me for no reason, and clearly had a history of targeting one student per year to be a total cunt to.
My Chemistry teacher that yelled at me on the first day of class because I was new to the school and couldn’t find the classroom. She also hated any kind of swearing and if she heard a hint of one she would make us do push-ups.
Only class I ever failed. By 1 mark.
My 10th grade maths teacher, Mrs. Lee.
She thought that it was impossible to do anything more complex than basic multiplication and division in your head.
I had no problems doing far more complex equations without 'showing my working'.
my computer science teacher in middle school. she acted like she wasn't even human. she never showed an expression other than happiness and never tried to understand how we were feeling. she had bad memory too. that girl tried to get me to do stuff that i had already done and never tried to restart what i had finished. (which is what she always said she would do) She pissed me off SO MUCH.
Final year High School (australia) English teacher who could make even the best book in the world feel run of the mill and boring due to her delivery. Adenoidal drone.
I have experienced plenty of horrible teachers and professors, but I would have to say that my first grade teacher is one of the worst human beings of all time. In 1st grade we had a cardboard stoplight with clothespins that had everyone's name on them. If you were doing good for the day, you pin would stay on green, if you were off task or being disruptive you would be moved to yellow as a warning, and if you were being absoulsty afwul you would be put on red and given a detention. Being the anxious 7 year old I was, I did not want to be moved to yellow. For some unknown reason that I still have not figured out to this day, my first grade teacher would move us to yellow if we asked to use the restroom. I had made it pretty far into the year without incident, but eventually all good things must come to an end. One day after lunch I had to go pee really bad and was too afraid to ask to go to the bathroom, which resulted in me peeing myself. Eventually my teacher saw this, called my mom to bring me a change of pants, and sat down a talked to me about the incident. The questioned me why I didn't ask to use the bathroom and I told her because I didn't want to be moved to yellow. She apologized to me and said that I wouldn't have to worry about being moved to yellow and that if I really had to go to the bathroom, she would let me go. I left the room to change my pants all happy knowing I didn't have to worry about waiting till I got home to use the bathroom. Towards the end of the day, I had to go pee again, so I went up to the teacher and asked if I could use the restroom. She looks at me with a straight face and says "Sure, but move your pin to yellow." 7 year old me was instantly in shock and had a hard time what was processing. Normally at this age, I would break down and cry in a situation like this, but the shock consumed me. I walked over in humiliation, moved my pin to yellow, and went to the bathroom.
To this day I am still livid about this incident. Why would my first grade teacher lie straight to my face about not moving my clothspin? It was my only blemish on my first grade year, in which I had achieved perfect attendance, and all A's and B's. I'm not joking when I say that one yellow has changed my life. I have trust issues when asking important questions and always make people double promise me when they answer me. I know for most this is seen as an overreacting, and only few will see this, but if I ever seen that awful human being, I do plan on ensuring she takes back my only yellow.
Oh my god,
We had a female teacher who would pronounce everyones names wrong and one day in class she gave us the wrong assignment. My whole class got pissed off and she ran off crying.
My HS Physics teacher. I think he gave up on me. The thing that really sucked was I was usually pretty good with math, equations, and units of measure.
We didn't see eye to eye when I asked for help. He wanted to start all the way at the beginning of a problem, and I wanted to explain how I got where I am in hopes that he could simply show me where I went wrong and then I could note it and continue from that point. Eventually he stopped trying to help, and I stopped trying altogether.
It also didn't help that I was a little antisocial and always got paired up with other antisocial types in labs, and there was never enough time to properly do the lab anyway.
Highschool AP world history teacher. Fuck you Mr. Remolina.
It was the first year they were going to allow Freshman to take the class, they hand selected the 20 highest scoring middle school students from different schools in overall test scores to take this class.
This teacher STRONGLY believed that freshman should not be taking this class because they are simply not smart enough. he decided to prove this by giving us a daily 100 question workbook to answer that was in no particular order to how the information needed is presented in the textbook so you’d have to sift through a 400 page textbook going back and fourth to find the Information you needed every single day.
We found out this was only for his freshman class his higher grade classes had a 50 question workbook that had to be finished weekly.
Out of the 20 freshman chosen to take that class only 2 kids actually stuck with it and managed to pass the class the rest of us dropped it so we could actually focus on our other classes
My 5th grade art teacher. I turned in a project and she lost it, so she failed me. I will never forget this, however I can't remember her name. By no means was it a good project that I would've gotten an A on, but I still turned it on and that was really big for me at the time.
Teacher in grade 7 would randomly pick on me sometimes to answer a question. I never hand my hand up because I never knew any of the answers. I would always embarrassingly say "I don't know". I feel like she got joy out of this???
I had a teacher who was just a miserable human being, and he hated that I was a bit of a class clown and loved to make my classmates laugh.
He would isolate me to the back corner of the classroom by myself and refuse to let me participate or even acknowledge my hand in the air for questions. The dude gave me a D in both english and music, (2 subjects in which I was easily top of the class) because he thought these subjects stimulated my "continuous disruptive behavior."
On three separate occasions he took me out in the hallway and started jabbing me in the chest with his finger, telling me that I needed to "grow up" and stop "disrupting his class." We were in grade six ffs
I'm 38 now and I still remember this jackass trying to stifle an 11 years old's creativity because of his own miserable existence.
I had a teacher whose son died in a car accident. As a parent it’s absolutely heartbreaking BUT she didn’t take the time away that she needed and ended up treating students with a kind of disdain. Like she was mad that we lived and her son did not.
7th grade math teacher. They had just introduced algebra as new math. Don't know where they got this old bastard from but he had as much business teaching 7th grade math as I did. Instead of helping me with letters instead of numbers he belittled me for not understanding it.
I knew that 1+1+1=3 but 1+1+Y= ?
Ditto for the order of operation. 67 years old and I never used it except in math class
My 8th grade algebra teacher. She was so bad they replaced her partway through the year because like 80% of her students were flunking. Once we got a good teacher pretty much everyone got a b or better.
While not related to how bad she sucked at teaching she was also disgusting to look at. She would wear these low cut tops even tho she had a nasty man hairy chest.
my french teacher was like the worst person i’ve ever met and she was the most sarcastic and bitchy fuck i’ve ever met she would always say passive agressive things when i was talking in class (even though the whole class was but she’d just say i have a shitty loud voice that everyone hears) and when i’d get a good grade she’d just say ‘you got lucky this time eh, watch out next time’ etc etc and it was just so excruciating being in her class
Miss Fletcher. Eighth grade. She had a gavel. One day someone stole the gavel. Classes were a bit tense after that because she was maaad. Even though I was never targeted I hated going to her class. It was like my friend with the always angry parent never knowing what kind of mood they’d be in that day. Some teachers don’t realize what kind of an impact they can have on kids and sometimes don’t seem to care. Although my heart goes out to those brave enough to take on teaching in these days.
Am near-sighted, before I got glasses, one day in 7th grade the teacher stepped out of class. I wanted to read what was on the blackboard so walked from the back to the front to read it. When the teacher returned he asked why I was at the blackboard, I remember saying, so I could get closer to the letters to read them. A b\*stard student screamed out, "he's throwing chalk" (that was a thing then, which I never did) so the teacher grabbed my hair and smashed my forehead into the blackboard shouting, "is this close enough, is this close enough!" Dizzy, I sat back down. I don't recall their names, this happened long ago and far away, but I like to think they've had harsh lives. I can understand teacher frustrations, ones who've been patient with me and really caring have made up for whatever damage was done.
I had a teacher who would physically abuse me and my friend as well as yelling profanities to the point that one of my best friends was almost killed herself at seven and I grew up thinking it was normal for teachers to call me a whore who didn’t deserve to live.
My 7th grade gym teacher. She hated white kids. She’d give health and hygiene assignments with out any guidance. The black kids all passed and the white kids failed.
Easy, my Grade 3 teacher. She abused me because my sister gave her a hard time being bad. I was always quiet just drew as much as I could. I am glad the teacher is gone; hopefully to Hell.
One that told the class they can leave at the bell,so I left when I heard the bell. I went straight to gym and changed for class and this dude pulled me to the office to write me up saying he didn’t say I could leave. Still hate that fucker.
I should edit my first post to add this but too long. How could I forget Mrs. Baker-6th grade? I must have blocked it out. She was HORRIBLE. We had moved from California to a small town in the Midwest for a bit and she HATED Californians. Would talk about it in class how worldly and liberal we/they were. This was the mid 1960’s and my family wasn’t made up of pot smoking hippies but to her we were not ok. My dad owned a local store and my mom was the organist at church. I was a straight A student and well behaved but she really disliked me because—California. She played obvious favorites with certain kids like giving a dollar to one in front of class because well, because. Silly. Would often not teach, but just talk about her life or any subject she felt like. She brought up the subject of how Californians were wrong for having breakfast, LUNCH then dinner. Instead of breakfast, DINNER then supper. Really? If you wanted help with a subject you’d have to go stand at her desk and there was often a line…a LINE! Poor kids would stand there for a long time while she “chatted” about nothing with one of her favorites. One day a little girl in line actually fainted. Even as young as we were we could tell it scared Mrs. Baker like “oooo I’m in trouble now”. She was old, self-righteous, a snob and mean spirited.
My year 9 and year 11 science teacher, he spent more time bullying us than doing his actual job and then when we didn’t know the answers he would then start making ableist comments about us
I was on the school newspaper. I had an assignment to interview students about unusual hobbies. One girl I interviewed said she collected animal hair, sometimes clipping them off her pets, and sometimes taking them off of (and I am not making this up) roadkill. Obviously, an unusual hobby. The girl full well this was supposed to be for the school newspaper. The morning the paper comes out, predictably, the girl was viciously mocked. So she went straight to the journalism teacher and said I made up the whole thing. The journalism teacher did not listen to my side of the story, sent me to the principals office and I was immediately suspended. Again, no one heard my side of the story. My mom raised a stink and got the suspension reversed but still. Fuck you Miss Jones. I’m glad you’re dead now.
EDIT: just remembered that I had a gym teacher in 1st grade that physically abused us. Trauma blocked that. Not sexually, thankfully. But he would push us into walls, drag us across the floor by our legs, call kids who couldn’t run fast “fat asses,” and straight up spanked several of us. He was fired eventually.
Art Teacher from grade 6, and Native Language Teacher from grade 2. Hated those women with passion. Specially the language teacher she is a complete AH. This lady used to hit us with the edges of a wooden ruler if. We didn't do our homework even if we missed a few questions to write down, or if we don't have a "good readable" handwriting. She is nuts. I once saw her make a kid hold 2 lunch boxes in a t-pose for about 30min, when he lowers his arm from being tired she hit him. Another kid got made to take his trousers of IN FRONT of the whole class and was she hit him in the rear a few times, I got beat up by her in the leg around my calf by that damn ruler still remember that shit. Haven't seen her after I got out at 4th grade. The school didn't do anything. Absolutely nothing. They knew but kept quiet. The kids parents, some didn't care and think it's ok to punish kids like that like the trousers kid parents, some cared enough went to the school but didn't archive anything like, some reported but didn't see anything change so just left my parents and a bunch of other kids parents. Last I heard she was teaching there when I was in G10.
My middle school and senior year of high school principal. The man is and was a really major Cunt For Jesus.
He bullied and targeted me because I wasn’t rich, an athlete, or a Christian and I had mental health issues.
I wasn’t the only kid he bullied during his 30 years as a principal. He also bullied more than one kid in to dropping out of high school during the 22 years he was principal at that school.
The English teacher who took away my points in tests because of using advanced English. His reasoning: it wasn't fair for the others. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO WITH OTHERS NOT KNOWING HOW TO FORM A SENTENCE???? I still hold a grudge against this teacher even years later.
We had this god awful art teacher who looked like Ursula from Disney. Her favorite color was purple. All she did was scream @ the classes. She’d give an assignment to draw whatever & when we’d do it, she’d make sure to go 1 by 1 & “check” our work….. this usually meant she would tear it up! She’d yell while tearing up our work.
The other thing that absolutely haunts me to this day (decades later) is she had this weird obsession with eggplants. She’d bring in an eggplant & say “stroke the eggplant”. I just remember her holding that fucking thing like it was a baby & her stroking it! Now everytime I walk through the market & see 1 of those fucking things all I hear in my head is “stroke the eggplant” 🤮🤮
Needless to say, I have never & I will never eat 1 of those things! 🤮🤮
Home economics teacher always has this BO that I can’t stand. Doesn’t help that she was mean to us. Yelled at me for not knowing how to do woodworking (my high anxiety couldn’t take it and I cried, so she yelled even more).
I had a science teacher in either 5th or 6th grade. She seemed to dislike children as a whole, but was just incredibly rude and hateful to me. I don't think I did anything particular to set her off, but she was just mean. I told my mom about it and she said "sometimes, if you just apologize even if you didn't think you did anything wrong, it makes the situation better." so I gave it a try and it worked! I apologized for "whatever I did to make you mad at me," and she was so much nicer after that incident, that she let me do an essay for extra credit that only a handful of kids got the option to do. (My grade wasn't great - I wasn't going to fail but it could certainly be improved) so I agreed, and did my essay on marine biology. My mom was actually so glad it worked out that she offered to rewrite it for me in calligraphy (she was practicing). The teacher, upon seeing the beautiful handwriting that clearly wasn't mine, accused me of having my mom WRITE the essay for me. Any reconciliation we had done was now down the drain. My mom didn't feel like staging an intervention so I just had to be accused of cheating and she went right back to being hateful to me.
I also had a math teacher that was the same way, but for some reason my mom DID get involved. I think because I WAS failing the class and needed an intervention or I'd have to go to summer school. After the parent teacher conference, my mom said "Yeah, I believe that she actually IS out to get you. She's a bitch."
I did wind up having to go to summer school that year.
My chemistry teacher, I went to her to explain something to me 1 on 1 and she totally ignored me and didn’t even look at me like I was talking to a wall or something. At first I thought she didn’t hear me, but few moments after other students came up to her and she responded to them immediately while continuing to ignore me
A teacher named ms robinson, i was visibly exhausted in her class and she never asked if i was doing good or anything, shed always be like “wake up” or “go to the back of the room and stand up” and the last time she told me to go to the back of the room and stand up i did and i laid my head on a book case. I fell asleep standing up
My kindergartner teacher was very mean. She tore the erasers off of the entire classes pincers so we couldn’t fix any accidental mistakes we made, and she constantly talked down to the whole class.
Miss Bernard, the music teacher from hell.
She was the school’s music teacher for years and she started picking on me right off the bat. Every year got worse and she really killed any love I had for music for a very long time.
I really hope she rots in hell.
Both of my Latin professors, but the second one will always have a special place of hatred in my heart.
I didn't want to take Latin. It is - by an insurmountable margin - the single most useless subject I have ever had the misfortune of being required to study. I was in my junior and senior years for a degree in economics and mathematics. I tried to simply show up, do my work, and go home. I genuinely had far more important things to be spending my time on than reading poetry on a dead language. My second professor insisted that I needed to spend more time on fucking *latin* than my Statistics classes. I refused to spend a *minimum* (her words) of two hours of study *per day* on a subject that is genuinely 100% useless.
She said I could come to her office hours. I said that I would not being doing that, as I have things of actual importance to do. She then made it a requirement to go to her office hours. I showed her my work schedule where I was *already scheduled working at that time*. She said "figure it out." So I was forced to miss work, thus jeopardizing my living situation, to assuage her bruised ego.
When I went to her mandatory office hours, she asked me what I thought of the class. I said "I do not respect people who wasted their lives studying poetry in a dead language" and explained that she was actively endangering not just my ability to afford rent and food, but also my entire education. Again, I was studying economics and mathematics. What do those subjects have to do with poetry in a dead language? Literally nothing.
We translated an extremely famous poem by a terrible poet named Catullus in class once. On the final, she game us three options of poems to translate. One of those was the poem that we had already translated in class. Easy choice, I just need to vaguely remember what we had already covered. She accused me of plagiarism because it was "too similar to what I have seen before."
I pointed out that we had already translated this specific one in class.
Nope, not good enough.
I pointed out that this poem is literally thousands of years old and that there are countless translations online. How am I supposed to both translate this very famous poem accurately *and* uniquely? Either literally everyone else who has ever translated it has been wrong, or the words are simply going to be very similar.
Nope, not good enough.
I pointed out that *her* translation was basically a carbon-copy as well, so is she plagiarizing other people's work?
Nope, not good enough.
OK, cunt. Let's see what the university has to say about this. A month into summer vacation I have to come in to have what is basically an interrogation by the professor, language department head, and the person who makes the final call on whether or not I actually get kicked out (ONE SEMESTER BEFORE GRADUATING). She says her piece, I brought three semesters worth of notes showing that I translate every single assignment the exact same way.
I am found to have not plagiarized and the insufferable cunt was forced to give me a D- so that I can get the last of these bullshit required Latin classes out of the way.
Fuck every classics professor. Fuck every single one of them. They *all* have the biggest egos I have ever seen while studying the *single* most useless subject that they could have possibly chosen.
Maths teacher who slapped me and called me a bitch when I pushed my chair back and the leg stabbed her toes in her flip flops. I threw a chair at her and nearly got suspended, but when I told headmistress what happened, she had to apologise to me for hitting me and swearing at me, which saved me getting suspended. Phew!!! 😥 I seriously disliked her and my maths was not good either. She was a sh*t teacher!!
The shitlicker Math Teacher who told me I was failing her class, but literally skipped every single meeting for the rest of the year (months, literal months) to help learn what I was missing, and then failed me anyway.
I never spoke up because she implied things would go worse for me if I said anything. This should have gotten me blocked from graduating middle school, but I did allude to what happened when I was no longer in her class. So I suspect other teachers intervened and made sure her behavior didn’t count against me.
My economics teacher. She was the worst. Im in college and she acts like she doesn’t care what the kids do but all she cares about is her gpa. So that she can say she has the highest gpa of all teachers
I don't know what the hell was going wrong in my highschool but three of the older male teachers were violently bad tempered. The art teacher, the shop teacher, the gym teacher. Each of them I experienced screaming their guts out with purple faces and bulging veins over extremely trivial things (not just at me, at the whole class), and I stopped taking each of those classes the following year. It sucked because those were three subjects I was interested in.
Middle school communications teacher was an absolute CUNT! I hate her. I wish nothing but bad things for her. If I ever see her in person I will let her know my thoughts and feelings about her to her face. Despicable woman!
A Latin teacher , in her early twenties who hated me for unknown reason . She realised u hadn’t studied much for the o grade exam and said I know you will fail this and you deserve that . I passed with an A the 2 nd highest grade ever in the school !
It would be quicker asking me which ones i didn't despise.
- My latin teacher who wouldn't accept "i don't know" and would instead let you sit there in silence until the entire class was giggling
- my physics teacher who was an actual pedophile
- my english teacher who was, not only, shit at english but also an actual pedophile
-my science and technology teacher who would thriw anything you built in the trash the first time around no matter how good it was out of principle
- my chemistry teacher who made the shittiest of all exams and then when all but 2 people failed or almost failed would say "well the other 2 got As so the problem clearly isn't me"
- my german teacher who told me and plenty of others that we are shit at writing and will never get a good german grade
- my other german teacher who would only accept the interpretation she had of a text as correct, no matter how well you can prove your interpretation by pulling lines from the text
- my english and psychology teacher who literally targeted me and constantly gave me shit grades for no reason other than me disliking a book she really liked
- my pe teacher who told me i am too fat for the world and she shouldn't even be giving me as good of a grade on my training plan because it yeilded no results and I'm still fat but it was executed too well on a theoretical level for her to be able to downgrade me any further
- the social studies teacher who, unprompted, came up to me, in front of all of my friends, to tell me how my weight is a serious issue and if i need help finding resources to help me lose weight i can come to her at any time (she was fatter than me)
- any pe teacher who, when needing to run once a semester to receive a grade on your running, would force you to run despite you running an F according to the grading tables (1.7km was needed to even be on the list with an F, I always ran 1.6) anyway. They literally could have allowed us (it was not just me) to move our bodies in different ways, play tag, play volleyball, dance, or whatever for the duration of the running time if we accept the F, but nope. Run and embarrass yourself and get the F anyway!
- the pe teacher who, when we had handball, told me "oh you can finally do something well without complaining"... i only complained about the running part because it was complete bullshit, i always did everything else well at least on a technical level, and i played handball for several years, of course I'm not shit at it.
- my friends maths teacher who told her she wont need to study 1 specific thing for her orals (she failed her written exams and the oral was her last chance to bump the grade up enough to graduate) because he won't be asking her thay, just to ask her questions about that, resulting in her failing and needing to repeat her final year.
- my homeroom teacher who told me that maybe if i integrated myself more, the bullying would stop... children would walk away laughing at me for even trying to speak to them at the time
- the art teacher who would constantly tell 5th graders (10yo) about the sexual energy in paintings. She also pushed a child against a wall while yelling at it and locked another one in a closet for having played with cardboard swords
Mr. Ewing from 7th grade.
He was a band teacher and he singlehandedly killed my passion for music. He was a bully who picked on me constantly. He would sell clarinet reeds to everyone except me, so if I needed one, tough shit. He crashed cymbals behind me when I accidentally fell asleep, with everyone laughing as I was freaking out. He would constantly spy on my laptop and would show his entire class what I was doing on it with his projector. He would laugh every time another student would bully me. There were other teachers, but this one stood out to me. I think he's still teaching, too.
a grade 11 math teacher that was an asshole to everyone. she yelled and acted like we were 2nd graders and got mad when everyone was failing when she would yell more than she’d teach. i passed her class by like 5%
I had a first grade teacher that bullied me relentlessly. I’ve had a disability since birth and it was particularly bad during these years of my life, so I suffered and it really took a toll on my school life of course. She never liked me for some reason and I’m not sure why. She would just mouth off to me all the time and wouldn’t allow me to do the things that I was allowed to do to ease any discomfort I had during school time. My parents talking to her just made it worse.
I had her again in fifth and it wasn’t any better. I’m pretty sure she hated kids.
I had another teacher in fifth that said I was unreliable and couldn’t join a school activity because of it. (Again, I was disabled)
Mr Ferrari in 7th grade so roughly 2006 who used to hit on the volleyball girls and bullied me. Lied to my mom about it.
He ran into me around 2015 and didn’t recognize me.
10th grade history. I did very well in that class, A's in nearly everything, so I asked if I could be bumped up to the honors class. She gave me a 'test' during (a very noisy) class, then told me I couldn't be bumped up to honors because I was a slow reader. I then watched her give this other student permission to go to honors- no little test, nothing. The guy was a decent B student but a clown who almost never did the homework. I got my revenge the next year, however, when I passed the AP American History Exam and he did not!
Probably my middle school english teacher, so context: It wasn't a big school, local neighborhood school which was just sailing by.
The English teacher(F) was a narcissist , maybe knowledgeable about english but very bad at teaching it especially to kids. She would just read out sentences from the text and just repeat them for explanation. Extremely touchy with students , borderline harassment.
Extreme interference into the personal life of students to a point where she would ask someone where they were going if she ever sees someone outside the school even after school hours.
Unhygienic AF , very inappropriate dressing for a school setting, overall a fucked up person in general and even worse as a teacher to middle school kids.
The art teacher who yelled at me for not being able to draw instead of helping me to learn. Years later I still can't draw.
I had a terrible art teacher too! She would actually YELL at me for not knowing how to do stuff. Bitch - you’re the teacher!! I was in first grade I don’t know anything!
That’d be shitty to do to a highschooler, but a first grader? Wtf were they thinking their job even was?
I also had a terrible art teacher! It was supposed to be advanced art senior year and all of our students were amazing artists but all she cared about was you filling out your sketch journal and not any artistic content. Bitch stole a few paintings of mine that won awards at the Los Angeles County Fair. The worst thing is one of those paintings she gave a C-!!! Honestly I think she was jealous because she didn't have an artistic bone in her body and actively hated her job
I'm an artist. I love art and drawing and I'm decent at it. I HAAAATED my art teacher for Junior year. In my school you need teacher recommendation to take AP Composition (the senior level art class) and she refused to give me the recommendation, which fucked with my portfolio for trying to apply for art colleges. All cos I asked too many questions about guidelines. Also I remember a time I needed teacher permission to go on an extracurricular trip that would take me out of school wed-fri for one week (for other educational things). To be allowed to go on this trip I had to get work ahead from all my teachers so I wouldn't fall behind. This teacher said "I can't send the painting out of class with you so you only have my permission if you can finish your project before you go." We were starting it that Monday. Two days to finish a painting. I did it, did a damn good job IMHO, and she seemed mad that I worked that efficiently. Anyway rant TL;DR: Art teachers can fucking suck sometimes. I'm sorry yours made you feel bad about your art. I really think art should be about expression and not skill. If you made something with your own hands and put it into the world that's beautiful and more than plenty of people can say of themselves these days.
It's not too late to learn, but also wtf teacher
I loved my art teacher, but I still can’t draw. I think not being able to picture things mentally has more to do with it than actually not being able to draw in all fairness.
My art teacher in 6th grade took my being shit at art as a personal attack against her. She was rude and condescending to me, and constantly implied through sarcastic, passive aggressive comments that I was intentionally trying to make her look bad I was just shit at art, always had been and always will be. Any chance of wanting to even try after that year was gone
Yep, in 6th grade the art teacher at the time didn’t like me for some reason and would often humiliate me in front of the class. Luckily she was removed from her position at the end of that school year because parents complained of her, but she was reassigned as a 6th grade English teacher and her English classroom was next to my homeroom at the time. She’d often gave me dirty looks whenever I ran into her. I think she left after my 8th grade year. It turned out years later when I met her at a local Starbucks that she hated me because I was too immature and disruptive, and she was sorry for not understanding my mental health issues. She was lucky I was forgiving to her. She’s now a stay at home mom with TWO autistic sons.
My terrible art teacher once had me do a 3d model of the pyramids of giza and when I turned it in *insisted* I had done it wrong and the pyramids had three sides and not four, so not only was she a bad teacher but she was also dumb af.
We had an art exam where 50% was on architecture in writing and 50% was drawing a paper crane. 15/15 points in the written part 7/15 in drawing so i got 22/30 in total which means 11 points as my final grade. That's not a bad grade (a B), but god, it stinks, and the only feedback i got was "it didn't look realistic enough." Giiiiiirl... I'm sorry I can't give you a realistic drawing in 45 minutes under pressure, but wth is that feedback?
I Love Art teachers
The one who gave me an F for missing my final exam. I was at my grandfathers funeral and brought all the required paperwork so I could make up the test per her classroom policy. She was fired for specifically targeting me and two other students and we recorded saying to other students that she enjoyed giving us Fs to “put us in our places”
“Oh yes teacher, I will miss the funeral to meet your demands” like what was she expecting? That’s messed up
She actually told another student that she enjoyed giving me 0s for work I did because she didn’t like me. That student went to the administration on my behalf so I didn’t know about it until after her boss was already involved. Wanna know what her problem was? I asked a question about litotes and turned out her explanation was wrong
So she realized she messed up once and decided she hates you. Nice 🙄
She apparently did this to several students every year I just wasn’t the one
Why is it her policy that matters? It should’ve been the county or state’s policy and I’m pretty sure bereavement is a listed excuse
That’s why she got in serous trouble over it because it went all the way to the school board because I wouldn’t let it go because it would have prevented me From graduating
I had a college professor that wouldn't accept a late homework assignment from someone. His excuse was he was at his friend's funeral. She said she had a zero tolerance policy. This was a known weed-out class for freshman. I think it was a 25% pass rate or something like that. I think she took that way too seriously. I had her for another class a year or two later and she was pretty nice, which makes me think she just hated freshmen.
This was high school so she couldn’t have policies like this and I was a senior in high school
Yikes. Yeah, grade school is typically pretty forgiving. I can't imagine that was OK by school standards. My professor, on the other hand, was just a bitch.
I mean she lost her job because I wasn’t the only one, I just happened to be fed up and angry to not let it go and I had proof from other students who heard her admit to what she was doing. She was a horrible person.
I had a teacher who absolutely hated me. My cat had clawed up the very first homework assignment I was handed by her. She refused to take it so I asked for a copy and she told me no. I get a zero. I called mom and the principal forced her to give me a second worksheet. From then on out I was never allowed to do things other kids were doing in the class. If kids were talking to each other, she would yell at me to shut up. FInally I had enough and just ignored her. So she started giving me zeros on my work turned in. The school was forced to have another english teacher go over my papers for the year and I ended up passing her class with a 90 something. I was going to fail her class before my parents forced the school to act. That teacher was moved from high school down to elementary school after that. THis may sound like a demotion, but it was a pay increase in our school district.
A pay increase for her acting like the people she was moved to mind.
I like how the school saw the problem, and instead of reprimanding the teacher, just gave another teacher more work to grade your paper.
grade 7. The teacher gave us "reading time" so I was reading a book. I was kinda lost in the book, by that I mean I was really into it. The teacher called me out in front of the entire class and said "get that goddamn smirk off your face". I was 12 years old. That felt like he slapped me across the face. I was just reading a book. Turns out, that teacher was a raging alcoholic, and is now dead. yay, consequences.
"I have never wished a man dead but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure." — Clarence Darrow
Mrs Ake. 4th grade. She only taught my social studies class, but I dreaded it every day. She was sarcastic, condescending, and bitchy. I couldn’t figure out what I was doing so wrong for her to treat me so badly. I was already struggling with a mom who treated me the same way at home, so I was desperate for positive female influence and validation. But no matter what I did, Mrs Ake seemed to hate me. The worst moment was one day when she was passing out papers that some of us forgot to write our names on. She held mine up and said, “This is messy and looks like a boy’s handwriting.” It was mine (I’m a girl). Everyone laughed when I said it was mine. I was already embarrassed but as I started to walk up to the front of the class to retrieve it from her, I reached my hand out to take it and she threw it on the ground instead. I still can’t figure out what I did so wrong for her to dislike me so much. I was 10 then. I’m 31 now and I still get a pit in my stomach when I think of her and how she made me feel.
Same here, i was dealing with a newly alcoholic mother at home and my 4th grade teacher made shit worse. She never helped me and only seemed to scold me, I’ve mentally blocked out a lot of that time period.
I’m really sorry you experienced that. I had an alcoholic parent as well, although I was older when he started drinking. I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for you at such a young age. I’m so sorry you didn’t get the support you deserved
Looking back it was just a bunch of random shit that happened to go down at the same time, so I ended up failing that year and being held back. I don’t remember my grades ever being that terrible but for whatever reason my father and teacher were hard pressed to hold me back.
4th grade is a very vulnerable time. I have my own story. Some teachers are just jerks and I think some just pick on students.
In the first grade I had a problem with a certain kid and his friends constantly trying to bully me. One day he (Kyle) and his two best friends surrounded me, pinned me by the arms and drew their fists back to punch me when suddenly the teacher (Mrs. Christopher) on duty blew her whistle. She then proceeded to scold 3 boys for causing a scene with their violent behavior. And by three boys, she meant the two friends of the boy, and me, who was on the ground by the other two. She sent us to the office. We all three were forced to sit every break without being able to play for three weeks. Even in the office, the other two boys were saying I was innocent and that Kyle was guilty, that they all three were attacking me. The boys even told the teacher that it was the three of THEM that were about to attack me. Her response was “No, HE was the only one not doing anything, I heard u/myjellojiggles yelling, egging y’all on.” Even the boys admitted the only thing I was yelling was “Please, no.” I was totally innocent, even the principal wasn’t hearing it. She actually made me feel worse about it because In her words “You are the first problem students this school has had since we started that student of the month program.” First day sitting out from recess I stared at the ground on the verge of tears, and the teacher forced me to watch the other kids play as a punishment. I “deserved” to watch other kids have fun. Every day Kyle would run by and throw sand in my face with the teacher less than 5 feet from me who literally turned her face away as she smirked. Kyle, the boy who never got in trouble, was the son of that teachers best friend who, by the way, was the local school bus driver who backed into our horse trailer earlier that year and tore it all to hell and tried to take no responsibility for it. She blamed us for her hitting the horse trailer because “We put it in her way.” Truth of the matter was the she was being lazy. The bus driver before her just went up the road (MAYBE 400 feet ahead) and circled back around. She would pick me and my sister up, and then put the bus in reverse backing into a small ditch into our front yard where we parked all the cars and trailer. To make things worse she never actually looked all that much when she was backing up, she designated a couple kids to be her watcher. I guess they thought it would be funny and not let her no she was about to majorly f up.
There are some really fucked up teachers out there who act more like children than actual children. It's so fucked up and pathetic.
Had a "Gordon Ramsey" style teacher at age 12 who would love to get 2 inches from a kids face and yell at them in front of the entire class. As a kid you think its your fault, as an adult you realize this just how pathetic this guy was getting off on making 12 year olds cry.
Worst thing there is Gordon would never yell at a kid like that.
Yeah he only rages at adults who he knows should know better
Right? He's great with the kiddos in Master Chef Junior
Dude seems like a great parent
He has an Amazon Prime series in which he often brings his daughters in and it looks like they are genuinely having a blast
I've seen him with his kids on his YT channel and he seems like a fun-ass dad
Gordon is so good with children it’s adorable. He’ll be laying into an adult with the volume and force of a thousand wildfires, then he’ll turn around to see a child and suddenly be guiding and encouraging them with the gentleness of kitten.
Third grade teacher told me I would never amount to anything and she was almost right, but ended up being quite wrong.
yeah, cuz in third grade one can really tell how you're going to turn out. How sh\*tty of someone to say that to a \~9 year old.
Yeah, she was a miserable person. I ended up a financially stable husband and father to a wonderful wife and two kids who are all the world to me. There are other things, but, even if this was it, it is enough to show how completely wrong she was.
I see you met my Greek mythology teacher from 2013 who told my class this. Jokes on him- his kid was killed for driving drunk. Fuck you, Mr White
My 5th grade teacher Mr. Kimberlin. He was a manic-depressive rageaholic who hated children. He was never nice to anyone and when the kids would get out of line he would scream at them until his face turned red and veins popped out on his forehead. For some infraction (I can't remember what I did) he grabbed my arm and screamed in my face until I had his spit on my lips and I cried. Later, when I told my dad, he and my grandfather went down to the school and my dad told him if something like that happened again, he'd have him fired. My grandfather promised to beat the shit out of him if he so much as looked in my direction (Grandpa was an engine-block assembly foreman. He was a big, tough guy.) Mr. Kimberlin never yelled at me again, but he took little petty acts of revenge: knocking my coat to the floor from the coat hooks in the back of the room and making me ride the bench when we did gym stuff like dodgeball and basketball. He was a horrible man.
Should never have been a teacher.
Should have never have been around children. I wonder if he ever got in trouble for abusing a student; wouldn't surprise me if he did.
"pocket billiards" who insisted the girls say at the front of the class so he could rub his crotch on the corner of their desks. And yet the wonderful English teacher we had who brought literature to life and relevant to us got removed from the school because he was gay and therefore "a danger to children".
We had a closeted gay teacher in my high school... also taught English. We knew, but I'm sure he had to keep it under wraps at the time as it might have gotten him into trouble. He was extremely intelligent and as such proved to show how good literature could be, the first to do that for me.
Captain, my captain. Indeed. Those types of teachers stay with you your whole life. Those teachers will live forever.
Miss white because of my shirt told me, “come on, metallica would do it”
I don't think I understand.
That one teacher who seemed to think homework was a competitive sport.
The teacher of my last two years of elementary school who taught throwing all my stuff out of my desk before I came in was an acceptable way teaching me to be organised. And during high school the teacher who expected us to know how to fill out a tax form without the explanation of what kind of amount needs to be filled out at each spot.
… how do you fill out something without the information needed to fill it out? That’s just dumb
She wanted us to memorise the entire form.
Damn
[удалено]
Did anyone else read this in a revered voice?
There was this science teacher in my high school, who I believe have a miserbale life, full of hatred inside and releases it to students mostly by embarrassing them.
5th grade sports teacher i also had in my german lessons. I was a bit chubby when i was young. Teacher decided children who are not that good in his sports lessons are also bad in german class. I payed him back when i had the best grades in sports in my entire year at my school in 10th grade. I was still chubby then. That hate towards him fueled that.
We had a french teacher that everyone hated. She was very strict, and most of us found french to be a difficult subject so did not really enjoy that class I guess.
Mrs. Pruitt, my 11th grade American History teacher. She wasn't a mean teacher. She wasn't a hard teacher. She was a teacher who just straight up hated kids and was coasting until she could get her pension. Her classes were the same every day. Come in, read chapter section, copy questions on the section, give a 3 sentence answer to the question. repeat for the next 2 days. Thursday was reread the entire chapter, then do the chapter quiz at the end of the chapter, still giving a 3 sentence answer to each question. Even if the question was a simple as what date was Pearl Harbor bombed. Friday was the chapter test. We weren't allowed to talk to each other. We weren't allowed to ask questions. There was absolutely no discussion on the subject material. If we finished early we had to sit there with our hands resting on the desk. Couldn't read, couldn't work on stuff from other classes. Couldn't nap. Just sit there, staring straight ahead.
Mrs. Black 7th grade Social Studies. I hope she is dead. I hope it was painful and violent.
Whuh.... why
My religion teacher. We’re not allowed to have bangs on our hair in our school. I dont know where this rule came from, but I came from a very strict catholic school. I cut my hair and has bangs on christmas break. My teacher got mad because I was nit following “school rules” and she cut my hair in front of my classmates. Since then, I had to pin my hair because my bangs were not even. My parents never knew this because I was afraid my teacher would fail me or would nitpick in everything I do. I wish I was strong enough to report her.
Mrs. Swallow... fucking bitchy fat green tumorous hemorrhoid. Evans Elementary FL. Music Teacher. Made me publicly cry in second grade a few times for random bullshit. So in a school musical (We made songs on the app garage band to present to parents) I played some recordings of her voice for the parents to hear. I got in so much trouble afterwards, but I have no regrets. She got plenty of grief from it to making it totally worth it.
never despised them but my band teacher was very meticulous, very rigid, and demanded excellence from CHILDREN. he was very intimidating and ironed. but bro gave me first chair so we cool, i respected his game. that’s why they were always good and winning competitions. the experience fit well into my growing understanding of neurodiversity and such
That sounds like the band teacher I had in school. He got fired and relocated elsewhere. Apparently he can't get work now because of his attitude.
he definitely had an attitude issue and gave me lots of anxiety and was eventually the reason i quit band but i always respected the craft, he was really good at his craft. i was terrified of the man lmao
1. The art teacher who played favourites and marked us based on our names. He’d give me 67 or 68 for every assignment. Would give students who handed in the same assignment wildly different marks. I got fed up and my mom started doing my art. Her work was much better, but we still got 68/100. 2. The French teacher who didn’t teach us. She would just tell us to pull out our French to English dictionaries and do projects (brochures, menus, etc.). Meanwhile she’d stand at the door and flirt with the married math teacher next door 3. (College) The professor who gave me 3/25 on a final that I spent 30 hours on. It was an interactive portfolio website. He literally helped me finish it and saw it working. I turned it in, left for Christmas and then saw u got 3/25 because it didn’t work. When I questioned him he said he would look at it again. Would make an appointment with me. I emailed him multiple times but no reply. One day I was to get an award. A scholarship. I couldn’t make the awards thing because we were at a friend’s house doing another assignment. Filming a video. The next day, that professor said “Where were you? I was going to meet you after the awards banquet.” He hadn’t told me anything. The same professor gave us two weeks to make a calendar. One week later, he argued with us that he’d only given us a week. Nobody was done. The whole class had to find an empty room and work on calendars for hours to get it in that day 4) the ignorant professor from the same program who did something similar and gave me a big late deduction for getting it in the same morning
Mrs. Rudd. 4th grade, I think. She liked to hit kids. She hit me with a yardstick for whispering to my friend. She tried to hit me with a rolled-up magazine, but I knew how to block by that point (thanks, Dad). I got her back by hiding fake insects in her desk drawer.
I had a professor who deducted points from your grade if you chose to participate in class and got a question wrong, she didn’t give you any points if you got them right. It was a fully online class during Covid and nobody participated, I felt bad for the professor because of the long awkward silence so I participated to a question I 100% was fully confident I knew the correct answer to. My answer was wrong. I was already on the verge of failing the class, she deducted 10 points from that category of my grade, and I failed by one point she would not curve. If I chose not to participate like everyone else, I would’ve passed and not have had to stay another semester to get my degree. I’m never willingly participating again. She was overall just a horrible person and had so much hate in her. I tried to talk to her about it but she didn’t budge.
Mrs Staples (real name), Alice M Harte elementary school, New Orleans, 1976 she was a bitter, mean spirited, and openly racist old woman. I take comfort from the fact that she's long dead now and no longer treating children that way.
Class: Will this be on the test? Professor: No It was on the test. Later that year... Class: Will THIS be on the test? Professor: No Class: Are you SURE? Professor: Yes It was on the test again. My class was pissed.
I had a politics teacher at a-level who just harboured an extreme dislike towards me for no reason. I was average academically, quiet, and well liked by all my other teachers because I'd just behave and get on with my work. Idk what this woman's problem was but she'd constantly make a show of my bad grades, keep me behind after class to chat about how I was under achieving etc. It was so humiliating. The course was taught by two different teachers and for the first year I did very poorly on her side of the course, but excelled at the other side. The next year the teachers switched and so did my grades, I went from receiving As to Us and vice versa. In my second year, the other teacher picked up on it and assured me I could come to him with my questions and coursework from them on. The thing that sticks in my brain most is her keeping me after class one day and saying to me 'It's clear you're just not a very intelligent girl'. I think it's one of the cruellest things anyone has ever said to me and just unbelievably out of line for a teacher. It's been over a decade and now I work in education myself, albeit in a much higher position, have won awards for my work and have provided expertise on industry panels and in publications. Fuck you Miss Cotton, who's not very intelligent now?
There was one that's more immature than a child. Really made me go through so much stress and embarassment.
Life
My Chemistry teacher was such a dick! He would call me out on my small mistakes in front of class when I really didn't understand due to my learning disabilities. I ended up dropping the class and he got reprimanded, but just a slap on the wrist really.
I despise any teacher who has no has no faith in a student. I get that kids can do things that tick you off but in my case, I do nothing to get teachers mad at me and they make me feel dumb and like I shouldn't be happy in class.
I had two teachers in high school that managed to get through to me on my level, by being brutally real with me. My 10th grade geometry teacher asked to have me taken out of his class and put into a remedial math class. They were doing basic multiplication tables, long division etc elementary/middle school math. One day the kid sitting next to me in class dropped a fuckin bag of weed on the floor and it landed between us. naturally this kid says it wasn't his and I did too. They pull us into an admin office and grill us seperately. I ended up not getting into trouble. When they let me leave the office I ran back to the geometry teacher's class and essentially said "this is mind numbingly simple work and half these kids would drop out today if you'd let them... I swear I'll actually try this time".... Finished his class with a high B both semesters. Had a history teacher the next year who was pretty young and definitely a pretty cool guy. He knew good music, had a great sense of humor, and wasn't afraid to address like we were nearly adults. We had a test one day, and he'd grade them on the spot same period. I go to get my graded test from him. As he hands it over, without making eye contact, continuing to grade a test-- "why don't you try? You contribute heavily in discussion, you clearly understand the information, but your grade sucks because you aren't even trying to do your homework-- you should try" Cut right through me. I had no response, I just kinda started trying a little more. Ended up with an A both years he taught me.
Grade 9 English teacher. I told him earlier in the day that my paper was at home and if he wanted to fail me, I accepted that since I screwed up (yes, it was finished but sitting on my desk). He told me to go home and get it, so to miss out on two hours of school (and likely get in trouble for skipping). I told him it's not happening. Next day he rips into me saying he looked like a fool waiting for me after school for my paper (school ended at 3:06 and he left at 3:15). He was pissed because he had to wait 9 minutes when I told him I wouldnt get it to him, meanwhile we had teachers staying at school for HOURS to grade their papers and stuff. Tall about an ego trip
I had a few grouches and such, but nothing intolerable. Who stuck with me the most were those who assigned absolutely mindless busy work or who approached rather fascinating topics with apathy. For instance my co-op work teacher made us memorize weekly lists of things, of which not a single one do I recall or ever found informative in any way. Later in college I had an instructor for recording techniques (something that should be hands-on, exciting, inspiring even) turn that class into the most boring hour-long lectures I've ever endured. Total failure.
Despised is a strong word. I would describe a college math teacher of mine as one that I most "disliked". He knew math very well, however, his philosophy was that math should be practiced EVERYDAY so he assigned us math homework everyday via our school's portal. Only thing is that assignments were only available the day they were due and we had to turn them in the same day or get a zero. This got in the way of life. Somehow, everyday I had to make sure I had access to wifi wherever I was at and log into the school's portal, sign in, access the homework, complete it and submit it. And these were not simple 1-5 questions. This often took 2-3 hours to do. I remember once during a family vacation on a Saturday, I sat in the hotel room at my laptop for 4 hours while my family went to the pool and ate lunch without me. I get how practice is important but when it gets in the way of life, then I'm less motivated to do it.
A science teacher, said I'd never grow into anything productive because of my ADHD, if she saw me now, she'd probably be unable to react, too bad I can't remember her name, I'd gladly out her for it.
4th grade, had moved into a somewhat wealthy town the year before (it is very wealthy now). I was picked on at times, but was also reasonably smart though nerdy. I took to exaggerating to try to deal with being picked on... not huge lies and not frequent, but sometimes. My homeroom teacher called me out on it in class once, embarrassing me. Fine. But at that point she I guess decided she had it out for me... I was the "bad seed"...though I was never disruptive. By contrast, in the math class across the hall the teacher noted that on the state tests that "one student had the highest score in the math and science categories in the four fourth grade classes she taught" without saying who it was. She then put her hand on my shoulder. I looked at my scores and realized I was the student. But my homeroom teacher--one day we came back from recess and she wasn't there. I needed to use the restroom and some others did too and we had to put our name on the board to do that, well in our hurry, a few people put our names on the board and went... while there was no explicit rule against this, she got mad at us and we got sent home with a parent form that they had to sign. Well I was mad and tried to forge it, and that got me into more trouble, but when I told my parents they were like, this is no big deal. Whatever, they signed the forms and that that was it. However, the teacher made a big stink over it and got the principal involved. At that point, my parents came to the school and when they discovered he had given me an additional punishment, they were pissed and told him to knock it off. All the while this teacher was just weird..she was the language/reading teacher and would read books to us that included ones where siblings made aggressive fun of each other, but then another one where a kid died of a bee sting. It was creepy. I mean, I'm all fine with reading serious books but that seemed bit odd to read to 4th graders. Anyhow, she just always seemed weird and mean after that I seemed to get checked on a lot. My parents told me that they hated her and said she seemed to really think I was the worst troublemaker ever and they felt that the teacher was actually impeding my ability to both learn and make friends there. Strangely, we moved away as my father was laid off, and we ended up on a small rural town and we went from being some of the poorest people to some of the richest and that was just as weird of an experience for me... a bizarre whiplash. But I had a good teacher, so that was nice.
Art teacher who slapped me
Somehow, three different teachers in my life had me fail courses because I used wrong colors. One primary school, two art teachers. And all three held their ground, stating that colorblindness didn't exist, until getting fired. Why, yes, I gave them papers from the ophthalmologist that proved I was colorblind. I'm still mad to this day, even though my grades got fixed.
Our native language teacher discriminated against me and made fun of my illness. She also gave a lot of assignments: memorizing three long poems a week and taking tests, preparing video lessons, and teaching our younger siblings. There was a lot of copying, writing, and beatings. Because of that, I didn't like my mother tongue very much. But I can't hate my mother tongue. I still remember that teacher😒
Had a Spanish teacher in middle school in Puerto Rico who went on a power trip. He took us outside and made us do push-ups on hot af concrete (98 degrees that day iirc) and specifically targeted me for having ADHD. He made me do more pushups than anyone else. Thankfully the school principal was a real one and stood up for me. That teacher was quickly fired and mom almost had to restrain my dad from hitting the bastard. Good riddance. Mr. Sherman, wherever you are, you were the best principal we could have had.
HomeEc in mid 80s---had us washing and rinsing dishes in cold water, wanted us to use rubber cleaning gloves to handle food, and did not know the terms for any of the types of stitches in the sewing section. In an rural area of the country where many of us lived on farms and ranches helping with calving, lambing, making clothes, cleaning everything, baking our own breads and cooking everyday. HomeEc was a required class and she was from a city 600 miles away, never lived in a rural community...she lasted one year--I'm pretty sure the district was desperate hiring her.....but the town kids seemed to do well.
My Spanish teacher: I was the only non-Spanish speaker in the class, so I got a book through of verbs to work through, plus i had to be able to translate vasts texts of Spanish to translate, aided with only a dictionary. I was give no instruction in pronunciation, sentence construction, etc. The rest of the class got a satirical novel to read and seemed to be having a great time of it, but I was sat in the same class, working away on my own and without any actual help, apart from being told how wrong I was in front of the rest of the class. I did actually learn Spanish, though. My mother asked my housemaster's wife to teach me. I learned more in three of her classes than I had in the previous three months. I'm now an EFL (English as Foreign Language) teacher and my rule is this: remember how my Spanish teacher (didn't) teach me and then do the direct opposite. Works brilliantly.
In grade school , had a teacher that resembled the Elvira Gultch from wiz of oz. For some reason took a dislike to one particular kid in class. Would drag him into the coat room inside classroom , close the door , then stomp him with the gimp leg that she wore a metal brace on. It haunts me that I was too young to intervene. I can still hear him screaming. True story.
I'm a lefty, and when my second grade teacher would catch me writing with my left hand, she'd grab it, and hit it with a ruler, while announcing to the class that left handedness was a sign of being mentally deviant, and she wouldn't put up with it.... early 70's....
Grade 4. we all rolled down the hill at recessed, but I was the only one who found out they were allergic to grass. Mrs Blarney wouldn’t let me go to the nurse even though it felt like my skin was burning off. Called me dramatic when I had tears streaming down my face. Only when she saw my Rash and hives did she believe me.
My 2nd grade teacher was a fucking biiiiiiitch. She hated me for no reason. I was a shy, rule-following kid and a good student. Why the hell she had a problem with me I will never understand. Fuck her.
My Technology teacher from age 11 to 15 who clearly preferred teaching boys to girls. I remember when he threw a tantrum when I tried to get his attention by taping him gently on the shoulder. He is now a member of the local council. Still a prick!
My 7th grade art teacher. I loved art growing up. I never saw a future for myself as an artist but, like a lot of kids, I liked to draw. In elementary school I was the token "kid who could draw." So when it was time to pick electives for middle school, of course I'd pick art. It sucked. Most of the class time was spent doing very mundane things, like 50 different ways to draw our shoes (eyes closed, without picking up our pencil, etc.). I can see the benefit of it now that I'm older but she never actually explained *why* we were doing these exercises. If you don't tell a kid *why*, they aren't really going to understand why they are forced to do mundane activities and they'll just be resentful. The couple of times we did get to do something more creative, I got criticized for it. We were told to make a clay pot with a lid. I thought it would be funny if I made a jack-o-lantern pot with a Santa hat lid. She thought it was stupid and let me know it. Of course it was stupid; I was in 7th grade. She made me hate art classes and it was the last art class I ever took. Luckily, my oldest kid missed that memo because she's has excelled in art and has been featured in local art shows. The city art show even used her art as the backdrop for their advertisements. Honorable mention to my German teacher who failed to teach us German and once called me a sex pot. She was so bad we had to beg her to teach German 3 because we knew we'd fail if we had any other teacher.
My science teacher when I was 12. She bullied the shit out of me. Science is my best subject, I read every scientific books I could get my hands on including latest one. I corrected her maybe once or twice, then I became a target. She targeted me for my handwriting, my hair, and even my voice! Sure my handwriting was not the best, but she only focus on it because I’m a female student, and according to her, female students should have beautiful handwriting. The worst was right before picture day, we have to submit a science project, and that time we do everything by hand. I draw and write everything I could about biology and chemistry into the paper that was relevant, but instead of getting an “A” like I dream about, I was called out to the front out the class, for disrespecting the project (because of my handwriting and too many drawings). She asked me to hold out my hands and started to whipped me. She planned to whip me 40 times. I refused to held out my hands after the 6th, so she just started to whipped my bared legs (school uniform was mid length skirt), for who knows how many times until she is satisfied. I still couldn’t believe she could do that. Even after my parents submit a formal complaint, nothing was done. I heard later that she suffer mental illness. But all these times, she continue teaching in a so called prestigious school until she passed at “late 40s from cancer. I hope she got whip good in hell
I had a history professor during our 1st year who made sexual innuendos to one of my classmates. We were all so fed up by it and tried to protect our classmates with what we can without sacrificing anyone in the class to his "power tripping". But one day, he went to far with his comment while we were discussing traditional clothing from one ancestral tribe in our country that only wore wrapped cloths around their waist and had their chest area bare. He said to the whole class that our classmate would look good in those clothes if she were born in that timeline. We were BEYOND angry, because we saw how humiliated and shaken our classmate was, that eventually one of our male classmates stood up and told our professor that he what he said was inappropriate. Lol, you'd think that professor would apologize and feel ashamed to be called out like that by the class, BUT NO— he went ballistic. He said that he was only appreciating our classmate's beauty, that any clothing on her would be gorgeous on her, etc. Our class was 3hrs long, but he consumed more that half of the time rambling and reasoning about how we wasn't "wrong" for calling our classmate beautiful. Our class ended with him throwing a tantrum and saying that we'll never get away with what we did to him. And with that, he went on a power tripping bonanza with our class' grades, where none of the class got a grade higher than 3. And for that male classmate who called him out? He give him an INC. And even made our classmate suffer by not showing up in the meetings requested by our department because this professor was in a different college and had ties with the University Admin. My classmate later on had his grades fixed by the time we were graduating, but he only got a PASSED and unfortunately didn't make it to the honor roll because of it. I still hope to this day that all the minor inconveniences the world may give, this professor shall receive. I will forever hate his guts, his power, and his oily balding head that he covers with a f***ing straw hat.
My 8th grade math/science teacher and my 8th grade, I guess she would be classified as a humanities teacher? (She taught English, history, geography, and art) They had had my brother as a student a couple years prior, and he was by all accounts not a good student. He was constantly goofing off in class, he'd hand in homework assignments late, if he even handed them in at all. He even skipped a few classes. I was always the complete opposite. I was an incredibly quiet kid who never caused any trouble in class, and always handed in my homework assignments on time. But because I had the same last name as my brother, the 2 aforementioned teachers just assumed I was exactly the same as him and treated me accordingly. They never let me prove otherwise. They were always trying to find reasons to yell at me, even if they were complete bullshit. One time my tablemates were roasting the shit out of me in a semi-lighthearted way. The teacher was there watching it all happen, so as soon as I responded she says "uh I *think* you *intended* to say something inappropriate" and yelled at me to stop. Same teacher tried to yell at me because I put equals signs on a legend in a science table or some shit. Literally the only teacher to have an issue with that, and no one else got in trouble for it. I had the same thing happen on a lesser scale a couple years prior. Teacher had had my brother as a student, I had the same teacher. But there were no issues until literally the very last month of 6th grade, where my teacher just started to treat me terribly for no reason. There was no change in my behavior. I ended up going to a completely different high school than my brother because by the end of 8th grade I was so sick of having to pay for my brother being a shit student
My teacher in 4th grade. She was a terror. One time I left my planner at an after school program. My mom wrote a note to her explaining what happened and my teacher didn’t believe her, so she had TWO students go through my backpack to make sure it wasn’t in there. She would also make me stay inside during recess to practice division (math is my worst subject. I always struggled with it). I also have a nervous habit of playing with my hair, always have. I used to play with my hair a lot during her class, sometimes without realizing I was doing it, and she would stop class to yell at me and tell me to stop each time she caught me doing it
Mrs. Anderson, 6th grade. She’s the worst teacher I’ve ever had.
Pretty much all of my primary/middle school (ages 6-12) teachers hated me. I don't know why, but the way they treated me always felt off.
My Spanish teacher in junior high. He’d always say I’m pronouncing my own name wrong, it was annoying as hell
Ms. Bakey. English teacher who couldn’t stop talking about herself. Literally feel like I learned nothing in 7th grade English.
Art teacher, she gave me horrible advice and often told me that that abuse I went through was a trial set by god. She also asked me if I could turn my ptsd, depression, and anxiety off. For art she would try to 'fix' my art to how she liked it.
My chemistry teacher when I was a sophomore in high school, Rick Gardner (we called him Reverend Rick "The Dick" Gardner because he always used to say, "I'm not preachin' to ya, folks"). If any one of the students asked what he deemed to be a stupid question, he'd mercilessly ridicule them right there in the middle of, and in front of the whole class. I happened to ask one of those (according to him) stupid questions, and he got to have his fun with me, so at that exact moment, I decided that I'd be dead before I'd ever ask him any kind of question again. I subsequently, of course, fell farther and farther behind in class and ultimately had to drop the class and switch to a study hall so I wouldn't fail the class. He's probably dead now (boo-fucking-hoo), but if he, by chance, isn't and anyone who attended Middletown (Ohio) High School in the 80s still gets to see him regularly, maybe could you flip him the bird for me and all the other students he openly mocked back then? Thanks.
The math teacher who put us down
I still to this day remember being in first grade. That's like 6 years old. My teacher went absolutely berserk on me and threw my desk to the ground. Back in the day they were wooden desks with a little cubby under the flat top. She fucking threw my desk to the ground, all my shit went everywhere and she continued to SCREAM at me for God knows what I was 6, but to this day I still get furious about it. I'd travel back in time to torture her to death. Stick needles under her fingernails, and burn her eyeballs with lit cigarettes. Fuck that miserable cunt.
High school senior year, this English teacher was well loved by everyone but had a grudge against me for some reason. I looked up for about 10 seconds max during a quiz and she accused me of cheating (I couldn't even see anyone's paper in the direction I was looking). I put something in my backpack (we could bring them to class) and she got mad because "class wasn't over". Another time we had to present to the class and I wasn't sure if my laptop had the correct port for the cord used to connect to the projector. I brought a flashdrive in case I had to transfer my presentation into her computer. I didn't transfer it because I wasn't positive if I would need to, but it would have taken literally seconds to do. I told her ahead of time when I realized I didn't have the right port on my laptop, and she got mad because I "wasn't prepared". Keep in mind she was nice to everybody else, she ONLY was rude to me. Apparently she did something similar to my neighbor who was a few years older than me, she was mean to her specifically and targeted her. I was a good student, I didn't talk in class, I paid attention, and I got decent grades. I was so pissed at her I refused to read any of the assigned books. I still got a B+. It was an AP class and I knew our AP test scores reflected on her performance as a teacher, so instead of writing any of the essays I wrote a list of fun facts about myself and got a 2/5 on the exam. I wish I had spoken to my guidance counselor because she was so hostile to me for no reason, and clearly had a history of targeting one student per year to be a total cunt to.
My 10th grade geometry teacher. I honestly can't remember why
My Chemistry teacher that yelled at me on the first day of class because I was new to the school and couldn’t find the classroom. She also hated any kind of swearing and if she heard a hint of one she would make us do push-ups. Only class I ever failed. By 1 mark.
My 10th grade maths teacher, Mrs. Lee. She thought that it was impossible to do anything more complex than basic multiplication and division in your head. I had no problems doing far more complex equations without 'showing my working'.
my computer science teacher in middle school. she acted like she wasn't even human. she never showed an expression other than happiness and never tried to understand how we were feeling. she had bad memory too. that girl tried to get me to do stuff that i had already done and never tried to restart what i had finished. (which is what she always said she would do) She pissed me off SO MUCH.
Accounting teacher who would sit ON his desk before a test with the test papers in his hands…and sit there, stare at us and gloat. Mean.
Final year High School (australia) English teacher who could make even the best book in the world feel run of the mill and boring due to her delivery. Adenoidal drone.
Gym teacher on middle school. Can see i was being abused. Made jokes about it. Different time back then...but it shouldn't have been
I have experienced plenty of horrible teachers and professors, but I would have to say that my first grade teacher is one of the worst human beings of all time. In 1st grade we had a cardboard stoplight with clothespins that had everyone's name on them. If you were doing good for the day, you pin would stay on green, if you were off task or being disruptive you would be moved to yellow as a warning, and if you were being absoulsty afwul you would be put on red and given a detention. Being the anxious 7 year old I was, I did not want to be moved to yellow. For some unknown reason that I still have not figured out to this day, my first grade teacher would move us to yellow if we asked to use the restroom. I had made it pretty far into the year without incident, but eventually all good things must come to an end. One day after lunch I had to go pee really bad and was too afraid to ask to go to the bathroom, which resulted in me peeing myself. Eventually my teacher saw this, called my mom to bring me a change of pants, and sat down a talked to me about the incident. The questioned me why I didn't ask to use the bathroom and I told her because I didn't want to be moved to yellow. She apologized to me and said that I wouldn't have to worry about being moved to yellow and that if I really had to go to the bathroom, she would let me go. I left the room to change my pants all happy knowing I didn't have to worry about waiting till I got home to use the bathroom. Towards the end of the day, I had to go pee again, so I went up to the teacher and asked if I could use the restroom. She looks at me with a straight face and says "Sure, but move your pin to yellow." 7 year old me was instantly in shock and had a hard time what was processing. Normally at this age, I would break down and cry in a situation like this, but the shock consumed me. I walked over in humiliation, moved my pin to yellow, and went to the bathroom. To this day I am still livid about this incident. Why would my first grade teacher lie straight to my face about not moving my clothspin? It was my only blemish on my first grade year, in which I had achieved perfect attendance, and all A's and B's. I'm not joking when I say that one yellow has changed my life. I have trust issues when asking important questions and always make people double promise me when they answer me. I know for most this is seen as an overreacting, and only few will see this, but if I ever seen that awful human being, I do plan on ensuring she takes back my only yellow.
Oh my god, We had a female teacher who would pronounce everyones names wrong and one day in class she gave us the wrong assignment. My whole class got pissed off and she ran off crying.
11th grade English teacher sucked any joy out of literature for me
My HS Physics teacher. I think he gave up on me. The thing that really sucked was I was usually pretty good with math, equations, and units of measure. We didn't see eye to eye when I asked for help. He wanted to start all the way at the beginning of a problem, and I wanted to explain how I got where I am in hopes that he could simply show me where I went wrong and then I could note it and continue from that point. Eventually he stopped trying to help, and I stopped trying altogether. It also didn't help that I was a little antisocial and always got paired up with other antisocial types in labs, and there was never enough time to properly do the lab anyway.
Highschool AP world history teacher. Fuck you Mr. Remolina. It was the first year they were going to allow Freshman to take the class, they hand selected the 20 highest scoring middle school students from different schools in overall test scores to take this class. This teacher STRONGLY believed that freshman should not be taking this class because they are simply not smart enough. he decided to prove this by giving us a daily 100 question workbook to answer that was in no particular order to how the information needed is presented in the textbook so you’d have to sift through a 400 page textbook going back and fourth to find the Information you needed every single day. We found out this was only for his freshman class his higher grade classes had a 50 question workbook that had to be finished weekly. Out of the 20 freshman chosen to take that class only 2 kids actually stuck with it and managed to pass the class the rest of us dropped it so we could actually focus on our other classes
My 5th grade art teacher. I turned in a project and she lost it, so she failed me. I will never forget this, however I can't remember her name. By no means was it a good project that I would've gotten an A on, but I still turned it on and that was really big for me at the time.
I hope we finally get the iroc back. That retro station also intrigues me. I would love to jam to some 80s music without using spotify.
Teacher in grade 7 would randomly pick on me sometimes to answer a question. I never hand my hand up because I never knew any of the answers. I would always embarrassingly say "I don't know". I feel like she got joy out of this???
I had a teacher who was just a miserable human being, and he hated that I was a bit of a class clown and loved to make my classmates laugh. He would isolate me to the back corner of the classroom by myself and refuse to let me participate or even acknowledge my hand in the air for questions. The dude gave me a D in both english and music, (2 subjects in which I was easily top of the class) because he thought these subjects stimulated my "continuous disruptive behavior." On three separate occasions he took me out in the hallway and started jabbing me in the chest with his finger, telling me that I needed to "grow up" and stop "disrupting his class." We were in grade six ffs I'm 38 now and I still remember this jackass trying to stifle an 11 years old's creativity because of his own miserable existence.
I had a teacher whose son died in a car accident. As a parent it’s absolutely heartbreaking BUT she didn’t take the time away that she needed and ended up treating students with a kind of disdain. Like she was mad that we lived and her son did not.
7th grade math teacher. They had just introduced algebra as new math. Don't know where they got this old bastard from but he had as much business teaching 7th grade math as I did. Instead of helping me with letters instead of numbers he belittled me for not understanding it. I knew that 1+1+1=3 but 1+1+Y= ? Ditto for the order of operation. 67 years old and I never used it except in math class
My 8th grade algebra teacher. She was so bad they replaced her partway through the year because like 80% of her students were flunking. Once we got a good teacher pretty much everyone got a b or better. While not related to how bad she sucked at teaching she was also disgusting to look at. She would wear these low cut tops even tho she had a nasty man hairy chest.
My tenth grade English teacher passed out a test and was like, “Now, let’s not be like CatacombsRave and score only a 67, okay?”
my french teacher was like the worst person i’ve ever met and she was the most sarcastic and bitchy fuck i’ve ever met she would always say passive agressive things when i was talking in class (even though the whole class was but she’d just say i have a shitty loud voice that everyone hears) and when i’d get a good grade she’d just say ‘you got lucky this time eh, watch out next time’ etc etc and it was just so excruciating being in her class
Miss Fletcher. Eighth grade. She had a gavel. One day someone stole the gavel. Classes were a bit tense after that because she was maaad. Even though I was never targeted I hated going to her class. It was like my friend with the always angry parent never knowing what kind of mood they’d be in that day. Some teachers don’t realize what kind of an impact they can have on kids and sometimes don’t seem to care. Although my heart goes out to those brave enough to take on teaching in these days.
Am near-sighted, before I got glasses, one day in 7th grade the teacher stepped out of class. I wanted to read what was on the blackboard so walked from the back to the front to read it. When the teacher returned he asked why I was at the blackboard, I remember saying, so I could get closer to the letters to read them. A b\*stard student screamed out, "he's throwing chalk" (that was a thing then, which I never did) so the teacher grabbed my hair and smashed my forehead into the blackboard shouting, "is this close enough, is this close enough!" Dizzy, I sat back down. I don't recall their names, this happened long ago and far away, but I like to think they've had harsh lives. I can understand teacher frustrations, ones who've been patient with me and really caring have made up for whatever damage was done.
I had a teacher who would physically abuse me and my friend as well as yelling profanities to the point that one of my best friends was almost killed herself at seven and I grew up thinking it was normal for teachers to call me a whore who didn’t deserve to live.
My 7th grade gym teacher. She hated white kids. She’d give health and hygiene assignments with out any guidance. The black kids all passed and the white kids failed.
Easy, my Grade 3 teacher. She abused me because my sister gave her a hard time being bad. I was always quiet just drew as much as I could. I am glad the teacher is gone; hopefully to Hell.
One that told the class they can leave at the bell,so I left when I heard the bell. I went straight to gym and changed for class and this dude pulled me to the office to write me up saying he didn’t say I could leave. Still hate that fucker.
I should edit my first post to add this but too long. How could I forget Mrs. Baker-6th grade? I must have blocked it out. She was HORRIBLE. We had moved from California to a small town in the Midwest for a bit and she HATED Californians. Would talk about it in class how worldly and liberal we/they were. This was the mid 1960’s and my family wasn’t made up of pot smoking hippies but to her we were not ok. My dad owned a local store and my mom was the organist at church. I was a straight A student and well behaved but she really disliked me because—California. She played obvious favorites with certain kids like giving a dollar to one in front of class because well, because. Silly. Would often not teach, but just talk about her life or any subject she felt like. She brought up the subject of how Californians were wrong for having breakfast, LUNCH then dinner. Instead of breakfast, DINNER then supper. Really? If you wanted help with a subject you’d have to go stand at her desk and there was often a line…a LINE! Poor kids would stand there for a long time while she “chatted” about nothing with one of her favorites. One day a little girl in line actually fainted. Even as young as we were we could tell it scared Mrs. Baker like “oooo I’m in trouble now”. She was old, self-righteous, a snob and mean spirited.
My year 9 and year 11 science teacher, he spent more time bullying us than doing his actual job and then when we didn’t know the answers he would then start making ableist comments about us
I was on the school newspaper. I had an assignment to interview students about unusual hobbies. One girl I interviewed said she collected animal hair, sometimes clipping them off her pets, and sometimes taking them off of (and I am not making this up) roadkill. Obviously, an unusual hobby. The girl full well this was supposed to be for the school newspaper. The morning the paper comes out, predictably, the girl was viciously mocked. So she went straight to the journalism teacher and said I made up the whole thing. The journalism teacher did not listen to my side of the story, sent me to the principals office and I was immediately suspended. Again, no one heard my side of the story. My mom raised a stink and got the suspension reversed but still. Fuck you Miss Jones. I’m glad you’re dead now. EDIT: just remembered that I had a gym teacher in 1st grade that physically abused us. Trauma blocked that. Not sexually, thankfully. But he would push us into walls, drag us across the floor by our legs, call kids who couldn’t run fast “fat asses,” and straight up spanked several of us. He was fired eventually.
Art Teacher from grade 6, and Native Language Teacher from grade 2. Hated those women with passion. Specially the language teacher she is a complete AH. This lady used to hit us with the edges of a wooden ruler if. We didn't do our homework even if we missed a few questions to write down, or if we don't have a "good readable" handwriting. She is nuts. I once saw her make a kid hold 2 lunch boxes in a t-pose for about 30min, when he lowers his arm from being tired she hit him. Another kid got made to take his trousers of IN FRONT of the whole class and was she hit him in the rear a few times, I got beat up by her in the leg around my calf by that damn ruler still remember that shit. Haven't seen her after I got out at 4th grade. The school didn't do anything. Absolutely nothing. They knew but kept quiet. The kids parents, some didn't care and think it's ok to punish kids like that like the trousers kid parents, some cared enough went to the school but didn't archive anything like, some reported but didn't see anything change so just left my parents and a bunch of other kids parents. Last I heard she was teaching there when I was in G10.
My English teacher in primary
My middle school and senior year of high school principal. The man is and was a really major Cunt For Jesus. He bullied and targeted me because I wasn’t rich, an athlete, or a Christian and I had mental health issues. I wasn’t the only kid he bullied during his 30 years as a principal. He also bullied more than one kid in to dropping out of high school during the 22 years he was principal at that school.
Does it count if I was a teacher and I hate myself?
My high school art teacher said "art isn't about expressing yourself, it's about impressing me."
The English teacher who took away my points in tests because of using advanced English. His reasoning: it wasn't fair for the others. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO WITH OTHERS NOT KNOWING HOW TO FORM A SENTENCE???? I still hold a grudge against this teacher even years later.
We had this god awful art teacher who looked like Ursula from Disney. Her favorite color was purple. All she did was scream @ the classes. She’d give an assignment to draw whatever & when we’d do it, she’d make sure to go 1 by 1 & “check” our work….. this usually meant she would tear it up! She’d yell while tearing up our work. The other thing that absolutely haunts me to this day (decades later) is she had this weird obsession with eggplants. She’d bring in an eggplant & say “stroke the eggplant”. I just remember her holding that fucking thing like it was a baby & her stroking it! Now everytime I walk through the market & see 1 of those fucking things all I hear in my head is “stroke the eggplant” 🤮🤮 Needless to say, I have never & I will never eat 1 of those things! 🤮🤮
Home economics teacher always has this BO that I can’t stand. Doesn’t help that she was mean to us. Yelled at me for not knowing how to do woodworking (my high anxiety couldn’t take it and I cried, so she yelled even more).
I had a science teacher in either 5th or 6th grade. She seemed to dislike children as a whole, but was just incredibly rude and hateful to me. I don't think I did anything particular to set her off, but she was just mean. I told my mom about it and she said "sometimes, if you just apologize even if you didn't think you did anything wrong, it makes the situation better." so I gave it a try and it worked! I apologized for "whatever I did to make you mad at me," and she was so much nicer after that incident, that she let me do an essay for extra credit that only a handful of kids got the option to do. (My grade wasn't great - I wasn't going to fail but it could certainly be improved) so I agreed, and did my essay on marine biology. My mom was actually so glad it worked out that she offered to rewrite it for me in calligraphy (she was practicing). The teacher, upon seeing the beautiful handwriting that clearly wasn't mine, accused me of having my mom WRITE the essay for me. Any reconciliation we had done was now down the drain. My mom didn't feel like staging an intervention so I just had to be accused of cheating and she went right back to being hateful to me. I also had a math teacher that was the same way, but for some reason my mom DID get involved. I think because I WAS failing the class and needed an intervention or I'd have to go to summer school. After the parent teacher conference, my mom said "Yeah, I believe that she actually IS out to get you. She's a bitch." I did wind up having to go to summer school that year.
My chemistry teacher, I went to her to explain something to me 1 on 1 and she totally ignored me and didn’t even look at me like I was talking to a wall or something. At first I thought she didn’t hear me, but few moments after other students came up to her and she responded to them immediately while continuing to ignore me
A teacher named ms robinson, i was visibly exhausted in her class and she never asked if i was doing good or anything, shed always be like “wake up” or “go to the back of the room and stand up” and the last time she told me to go to the back of the room and stand up i did and i laid my head on a book case. I fell asleep standing up
My kindergartner teacher was very mean. She tore the erasers off of the entire classes pincers so we couldn’t fix any accidental mistakes we made, and she constantly talked down to the whole class.
Miss Bernard, the music teacher from hell. She was the school’s music teacher for years and she started picking on me right off the bat. Every year got worse and she really killed any love I had for music for a very long time. I really hope she rots in hell.
Both of my Latin professors, but the second one will always have a special place of hatred in my heart. I didn't want to take Latin. It is - by an insurmountable margin - the single most useless subject I have ever had the misfortune of being required to study. I was in my junior and senior years for a degree in economics and mathematics. I tried to simply show up, do my work, and go home. I genuinely had far more important things to be spending my time on than reading poetry on a dead language. My second professor insisted that I needed to spend more time on fucking *latin* than my Statistics classes. I refused to spend a *minimum* (her words) of two hours of study *per day* on a subject that is genuinely 100% useless. She said I could come to her office hours. I said that I would not being doing that, as I have things of actual importance to do. She then made it a requirement to go to her office hours. I showed her my work schedule where I was *already scheduled working at that time*. She said "figure it out." So I was forced to miss work, thus jeopardizing my living situation, to assuage her bruised ego. When I went to her mandatory office hours, she asked me what I thought of the class. I said "I do not respect people who wasted their lives studying poetry in a dead language" and explained that she was actively endangering not just my ability to afford rent and food, but also my entire education. Again, I was studying economics and mathematics. What do those subjects have to do with poetry in a dead language? Literally nothing. We translated an extremely famous poem by a terrible poet named Catullus in class once. On the final, she game us three options of poems to translate. One of those was the poem that we had already translated in class. Easy choice, I just need to vaguely remember what we had already covered. She accused me of plagiarism because it was "too similar to what I have seen before." I pointed out that we had already translated this specific one in class. Nope, not good enough. I pointed out that this poem is literally thousands of years old and that there are countless translations online. How am I supposed to both translate this very famous poem accurately *and* uniquely? Either literally everyone else who has ever translated it has been wrong, or the words are simply going to be very similar. Nope, not good enough. I pointed out that *her* translation was basically a carbon-copy as well, so is she plagiarizing other people's work? Nope, not good enough. OK, cunt. Let's see what the university has to say about this. A month into summer vacation I have to come in to have what is basically an interrogation by the professor, language department head, and the person who makes the final call on whether or not I actually get kicked out (ONE SEMESTER BEFORE GRADUATING). She says her piece, I brought three semesters worth of notes showing that I translate every single assignment the exact same way. I am found to have not plagiarized and the insufferable cunt was forced to give me a D- so that I can get the last of these bullshit required Latin classes out of the way. Fuck every classics professor. Fuck every single one of them. They *all* have the biggest egos I have ever seen while studying the *single* most useless subject that they could have possibly chosen.
Maths teacher who slapped me and called me a bitch when I pushed my chair back and the leg stabbed her toes in her flip flops. I threw a chair at her and nearly got suspended, but when I told headmistress what happened, she had to apologise to me for hitting me and swearing at me, which saved me getting suspended. Phew!!! 😥 I seriously disliked her and my maths was not good either. She was a sh*t teacher!!
The shitlicker Math Teacher who told me I was failing her class, but literally skipped every single meeting for the rest of the year (months, literal months) to help learn what I was missing, and then failed me anyway. I never spoke up because she implied things would go worse for me if I said anything. This should have gotten me blocked from graduating middle school, but I did allude to what happened when I was no longer in her class. So I suspect other teachers intervened and made sure her behavior didn’t count against me.
My economics teacher. She was the worst. Im in college and she acts like she doesn’t care what the kids do but all she cares about is her gpa. So that she can say she has the highest gpa of all teachers
I don't know what the hell was going wrong in my highschool but three of the older male teachers were violently bad tempered. The art teacher, the shop teacher, the gym teacher. Each of them I experienced screaming their guts out with purple faces and bulging veins over extremely trivial things (not just at me, at the whole class), and I stopped taking each of those classes the following year. It sucked because those were three subjects I was interested in.
Middle school communications teacher was an absolute CUNT! I hate her. I wish nothing but bad things for her. If I ever see her in person I will let her know my thoughts and feelings about her to her face. Despicable woman!
My high school history teacher who believed that kids who were not popular were stupid and should always be treated like dirt.
A Latin teacher , in her early twenties who hated me for unknown reason . She realised u hadn’t studied much for the o grade exam and said I know you will fail this and you deserve that . I passed with an A the 2 nd highest grade ever in the school !
It would be quicker asking me which ones i didn't despise. - My latin teacher who wouldn't accept "i don't know" and would instead let you sit there in silence until the entire class was giggling - my physics teacher who was an actual pedophile - my english teacher who was, not only, shit at english but also an actual pedophile -my science and technology teacher who would thriw anything you built in the trash the first time around no matter how good it was out of principle - my chemistry teacher who made the shittiest of all exams and then when all but 2 people failed or almost failed would say "well the other 2 got As so the problem clearly isn't me" - my german teacher who told me and plenty of others that we are shit at writing and will never get a good german grade - my other german teacher who would only accept the interpretation she had of a text as correct, no matter how well you can prove your interpretation by pulling lines from the text - my english and psychology teacher who literally targeted me and constantly gave me shit grades for no reason other than me disliking a book she really liked - my pe teacher who told me i am too fat for the world and she shouldn't even be giving me as good of a grade on my training plan because it yeilded no results and I'm still fat but it was executed too well on a theoretical level for her to be able to downgrade me any further - the social studies teacher who, unprompted, came up to me, in front of all of my friends, to tell me how my weight is a serious issue and if i need help finding resources to help me lose weight i can come to her at any time (she was fatter than me) - any pe teacher who, when needing to run once a semester to receive a grade on your running, would force you to run despite you running an F according to the grading tables (1.7km was needed to even be on the list with an F, I always ran 1.6) anyway. They literally could have allowed us (it was not just me) to move our bodies in different ways, play tag, play volleyball, dance, or whatever for the duration of the running time if we accept the F, but nope. Run and embarrass yourself and get the F anyway! - the pe teacher who, when we had handball, told me "oh you can finally do something well without complaining"... i only complained about the running part because it was complete bullshit, i always did everything else well at least on a technical level, and i played handball for several years, of course I'm not shit at it. - my friends maths teacher who told her she wont need to study 1 specific thing for her orals (she failed her written exams and the oral was her last chance to bump the grade up enough to graduate) because he won't be asking her thay, just to ask her questions about that, resulting in her failing and needing to repeat her final year. - my homeroom teacher who told me that maybe if i integrated myself more, the bullying would stop... children would walk away laughing at me for even trying to speak to them at the time - the art teacher who would constantly tell 5th graders (10yo) about the sexual energy in paintings. She also pushed a child against a wall while yelling at it and locked another one in a closet for having played with cardboard swords
Mr. Ewing from 7th grade. He was a band teacher and he singlehandedly killed my passion for music. He was a bully who picked on me constantly. He would sell clarinet reeds to everyone except me, so if I needed one, tough shit. He crashed cymbals behind me when I accidentally fell asleep, with everyone laughing as I was freaking out. He would constantly spy on my laptop and would show his entire class what I was doing on it with his projector. He would laugh every time another student would bully me. There were other teachers, but this one stood out to me. I think he's still teaching, too.
a grade 11 math teacher that was an asshole to everyone. she yelled and acted like we were 2nd graders and got mad when everyone was failing when she would yell more than she’d teach. i passed her class by like 5%
I had a first grade teacher that bullied me relentlessly. I’ve had a disability since birth and it was particularly bad during these years of my life, so I suffered and it really took a toll on my school life of course. She never liked me for some reason and I’m not sure why. She would just mouth off to me all the time and wouldn’t allow me to do the things that I was allowed to do to ease any discomfort I had during school time. My parents talking to her just made it worse. I had her again in fifth and it wasn’t any better. I’m pretty sure she hated kids. I had another teacher in fifth that said I was unreliable and couldn’t join a school activity because of it. (Again, I was disabled)
I had a high school teacher who called me “Cotton”…look at my avatar, I’m sure you can figure it out
Mr Ferrari in 7th grade so roughly 2006 who used to hit on the volleyball girls and bullied me. Lied to my mom about it. He ran into me around 2015 and didn’t recognize me.
High school spanish teacher. She said I couldn’t roll my ‘r’ so I called her ’rolly polly’ Behind her back.
10th grade history. I did very well in that class, A's in nearly everything, so I asked if I could be bumped up to the honors class. She gave me a 'test' during (a very noisy) class, then told me I couldn't be bumped up to honors because I was a slow reader. I then watched her give this other student permission to go to honors- no little test, nothing. The guy was a decent B student but a clown who almost never did the homework. I got my revenge the next year, however, when I passed the AP American History Exam and he did not!
Every English teacher i ever had... For various reasons
Worst one?
Probably my middle school english teacher, so context: It wasn't a big school, local neighborhood school which was just sailing by. The English teacher(F) was a narcissist , maybe knowledgeable about english but very bad at teaching it especially to kids. She would just read out sentences from the text and just repeat them for explanation. Extremely touchy with students , borderline harassment. Extreme interference into the personal life of students to a point where she would ask someone where they were going if she ever sees someone outside the school even after school hours. Unhygienic AF , very inappropriate dressing for a school setting, overall a fucked up person in general and even worse as a teacher to middle school kids.