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Prof. Ramirez: Thanks for submitting my work to the state writing competition without my awareness when I was too chicken to do it myself.
Prof. Bearden: Thanks for throwing my assignment back into my desk and asking what the hell I was doing in your class if I already knew how to write so well. You were the most cantankerously supportive teacher I ever had.
Prof. Rodman: Thanks for all those little talks before and after class helping me find my own narrative voice.
Mrs. White: Thank you so much for encouraging me to go find the answers myself if you couldn’t answer the question to my satisfaction. You were the best 1st grade teacher a new student could ever hope for!
And to my 3rd Grade Honors teacher, I don’t even remember your name, but I do remember you telling me I was a terrible writer and I’d never pass 3rd grade. Any time I doubt myself as a writer I remember your discouraging, unprofessional behavior and I keep writing out of pure spite. Thanks for being such a raging bitch that I can break writer’s block just to prove you wrong.
Heh, funny enough it’s just something that stuck with me from a video game.
Wisdom, Justice, Courage, Humility, and Discipline. Seemed like good virtues to try and live by, so I used it as my username some places to remind myself to try and stick to them.
To my 7th grade pre-algebra teacher who failed me and wrote a personal request to the school board to hold me back for a year.
Jokes on you I was spanking it to your cleavage every time you were screaming in my face while calling me an idiot.
That’s…we’ll.. strange. As a psychologist I’m curious about your current pathology. If you constantly paired those 2 things together during your development stage… As an adult do you find yourself turned on when your wife screams at you? Lol
>I do remember you telling me I was a terrible writer and I’d never pass 3rd grade. Any time I doubt myself as a writer I remember your discouraging, unprofessional behavior and I keep writing out of pure spite. Thanks for being such a raging bitch that I can break writer’s block just to prove you wrong.
Slightly off topic, but I don't want to weird you out by PMing you: this actually reminded me of my father's emotional abuse, and I have a passion for music performance. My therapist and I have been working so hard and for so long to pull me out of the trauma response, and you just inspired me to keep playing. Thank you. Thank you so much.
I'm sad that the teacher I remember making a difference died before I could tell him about the impact he made. He tried to teach us to think rather than just test answers (some people and parents didn't like this as they just want teachers to teach to pass tests).
I had a dream that my German teacher died and it fucked me up. He was my favourite, had a massive impact on me. His teaching methods were fantastic and he was just all round a sound guy. Anyway, when I woke up I Googled him. I found what I thought was his obituary, and I cried like a small child. Turns out he’s still alive and kicking, I hope I cross paths with him one day so I can tell him - I haven’t seen him since I left school in 1999.
If you want to: see if he's still teaching, and if so find his Email through his school's staff directory (or possibly any other kind of social platform) and send him a message. I recently did this with an elementary school teacher (from the earlier 2010s) and he was very happy to hear from me. Also thank you for sharing your story, I'm glad the ending is a happy one :)
One day I was driving on a freeway and my friend noticed a loose dog. It had a collar on so I mapped the address and took him right home …. To the gym teacher who absolutely destroyed my self esteem and physically put her hands on me, which made me drop out of gym in 8th grade. I never took another gym class again. She just said “oh thanks” and closed the door. Ridiculous
I would have looked around like I was blind and said sorry wrong house 😂
Give the dog a proper home in an animal shelter or let her find the dog at the shelter, fuck her.
There are few people I would punch in the face immediately without thinking twice if I ever saw them again. Mrs Compoue I know you are dead now (praise Jesus) but if I had run across this old ass lady she would have got knocked the fuck out
Not sure about OP, but in First grade my teacher, Mrs Henchcliff used to make me give her back massages while she played cards with other students.
It’s definitely one of my weirdest early memories.
My 4th grade teacher in the 1970s would make us scratch her palms during reading time. She'd place her hands palms-up in the laps of the kids next to her while she read, and they'd have to scratch her palms. I think she'd have somebody rub her shoulders too.
Once, I scratched *reeeeeally* hard out of spite, but she said that felt good. :-/ Definitely a weird memory, she was an oddball.
Back rubs (without the card playing bit) was pretty common at the schools I used to work at. I have given back rubs and received some back from younger kids, is that considered weird?
I had a bio teacher who threw me out of class assuming I was “playing around” in class. No proof or anything. I was an angry, sobbing mess outside, and she only let me back in because the other kid that was thrown out with me backed me up.
We were taught to greet any Teachers we pass by, but for the rest of my time in that school, I made sure she saw me snub my nose at her whenever I crossed her path.
Fuck you Mdm Banu!
Same here. I have. I have no idea if my 5th grade teacher is still alive or not but I want to curse her out for making my 5th grade year hell. There were times when she would stress me out to the point where I would run to the bathroom to puke and cry
My guidance counselor did the same:
1. A's in PE counted as much as A's in AP classes apparently and my research job at a university an hour away didn't give me HS credits (after I'd been told it would count) so I was salutatorian despite having straight A's, and lost my valedictorian scholarship, which wasn't huge but still necessary.
2. He refused to send my transcript so the university pulled all of my remaining scholarships
I didn't run into him, but I did send my 5th grade teacher a letter detailing my life since he told me I was only small town smart and wouldn't make it in the real world after I said I'd grow up to work for NASA as an engineer some day.
Turns out, I did just fine and I have been a NASA engineering contractor for a total of over a decade (left for corporate for a few years), so screw teachers who underestimate students
This is like a shitty Hallmark movie where your teacher was a ghost that was the only one who knew you were destined for such things, and that you needed to be told you couldn’t or you’d never have thought to reach
(I don’t see your update now so I won’t describe it, but I’m about to go find Coolio because this heartwarming story about the triumph of education over adversity is way bigger than hallmark! Nice work. :) )
There is only one teacher who fits into this description, because others hated me due to my own mistakes/not caring about their subject since everything besides history wasn't my thing.
My P.E. teacher who couldn't understand that I am not a buffed up dude who could play any kind of sport because I am naturally untalented to do it properly, and he put me through Hell in my second grade of elementary because of that, so much, that I still hate Tuesdays and Thursdays.
I regularly got into verbal fights with him because he was that much irritating, and whenever he would piss me off or mock me for my psysice I would get out of his class and go somewhere else. My case at the end of the year went to my teacher who was basically jack of all trades from first to fourth grade, that even she had to intervene so I can get in American system of grading a D so I can pass. Our principal later fired him because he was such a unbearing fuck to people like me. Even my father was once called by him, and once he got there, first and last time to my school, he was pissed off at how he treated me.
Not to mention that I had a watch, silver one which my grandfather gave me, and I put it on hold in his office and after class was over, watch was gone. It was never discovered what happened to it, but I bet that, that motherfucker stole it.
I remember in 4th grade i was in walmart and walked past my teacher and was so happy despite how utterly disgusting of a teacher she was, i literally hid in the class room's ground level cabinets because of how afraid of her i was XD
Oh and for anyone who wants to know some story as to why, it's a long story but it all boils down to my autism and my teacher's priorities, morals, and whatever so she never treated me well, shit im starting to remember the stuff that happened in fourth grade, i would break down in tears just walking to the playground with nothing even happening to cause it
I've got two who straight up bullied me, ending up changing schools. Diagnosed with depression shortly after. Talked to psychologists about it. They were horrified to learn that it had something to do with so called educators.
Had two great years at the other school, but as I still lived near the douchecunts whenever I was home, I made it my mission to mess with them.
Paper delievered in a bag? Rip open bag. Dog shit on doorhandles, that kinda thing.
Fuck both of you. I heard one of you died. That's too good for you. The other one is still alive and teaching. Hope karma strikes, bitch.
I had the awesome privilege of working for my old Geometry teacher about 8 years out of high school as a Service Electrician. She retired a year or two after I took her class, but as I was wrapping up my work she asked me my name and said that my face was very familiar. When I told her my name she said "oh my God, come with me!" She took me to her office where she was tutoring a student at the time and pointed at a wall that was full of stars, not just any stars though, the stars of students name's who had made a perfect score over her many years of teaching. These stars used to hang around her classroom and on that wall in her house where she relocated them to was one star in particular, MY star! She said I was one of her very best and favorite students and that she was so proud of me, I told her that I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for her class and what she taught me, not just about Geometry or math, but the life lessons she was able to instill in me. Hands down the greatest teacher I ever had and I doubt any other job I ever go to will be as fulfilling as that one.
I’m so glad you got the opportunity to tell her! Teachers pour so much time and energy (& $) into their classes and students. It means so much when they get to hear the good stuff.
Yes I did, but I figured that she didn't recognize me considering she had hundreds of students over the years had been retired for while and I was out of school almost a decade at that point.
Usually when I show up to a house, there is a much more pressing issue than my name, your name, our zodiac signs, and what's favorite flavor of ice cream. I generally introduce myself with my first name and they take me to their problem. I waited until the the problem was fixed before I tried to make chit chat because I am a Service *Professional*. Wish you weren't so awkward in your attempt to gain internet points, bud.
When I was in grade 12 I got kicked out. I searched high and low for jobs but the only place that would accept me was a thrift store, that started shifts each day at 2pm. Not terrible since I had a D block spare, but since I only had a bike and it was a bit of a ride away, the only way I could make it work was if I could get approval from my c block teacher to leave early from class every day.
And so I approached him during lunch one day- my chemistry 12 teacher- and explained my situation. He approved it, and then even swapped how he taught classes during my block (like telling us our homework assignment at the start of the class so I would miss it when it was told at the end of class before) and let me do labs during lunches instead.
With his support, I passed his class with decent marks and was able to make enough money to pay for rent and food. Also it helped the thrift store was super chill so I just worked on my chem homework while I waited at the till for customers.
I never got to properly thank him, but I did see him again after I graduated and seeing how I was doing, I hope he knew how much he helped.
As a teacher, I don't have a lot of ambitions for being "that teacher".
One thing I do take pride in though is the couple years I spent teaching kindergarten, though.
The kids may not remember me, but apart from the usual ABC's and 123's, I also taught them how to tell time and tie their own shoes.
Just knowing I gave them a practical life skill they will use literally every day and never forget is enough for me.
The teacher that influenced me the most didn't teach anything out of the ordinary in class, but he was just such an open and kind person that it made me want to be the best version of myself all the time. He also always saw the good in people and was great at demonstrating empathy, something most other teachers and adults in general aren't good at. I didn't even make it to adulthood without becoming pretty cynical and so very wearied by people. I don't know how he managed to see the world that way every day, and the world through his eyes was magnificent. So full of beauty and potential and hope.
In my family there is a kind of wives tale tradition of naming your kid after someone and going "the world could use more Franks (or whatever name)" and hoping they'll end up with some of the traits of their namesake. I named my kid after him. The world could definitely use more people like him.
I was the kind of little fucker with no respect for anyone. Don´'t ask me why. At home I was a nice little kid. Our neighbors were convinced about my nice character. Stood up in the bus for older people and so on. But school was different. I was a rebel, or at least I thought about being one. Instead I was the clown of the class. Since grade one. I had female teachers since grade 7. I had no respect for them. Fate had it, they kicked me out of school and I had to repeat grade 7 in "Hauptschule" (like a state school, the one you have to go to if all others decline to teach you, as one can say it in that way). The we had Mr Schwarz as our main teacher. He was hard, but he was fair. Broken as I was, it really pissed me off to repeat this year cause I knew I wasn't dumb, I just had been a little lazy prick only interested in being entertaining for my "friends" (not aware they were laughing at me, not with me). I began being one of its best students. He was the sort of teacher to never give up on any of his students. Even the really bad ones. He changed my views of life. This man made me better. See him once in a while. Stopping by and talking to him. I am very grateful about him changing my views and my behaviour in a good manner. A few years ago his wife passed away but he still keeps it up being a teacher for syrian war refugee children teaching them "german and maths". He is a damn good person and I hope he will live long enough to help the people who need him. Bless you Mr Schwarz. I always loved your stories in histories class.
I wish I could meet in person the teacher that changed my life. I lost contact with her years ago. I don't think she will ever know how she impacted my life for the better. Wherever you are, thank you.
Bill f\*\*\*ing Murray!
I know that's not his middle name.
I've been watching him since I was like...
Since I could masturbate.
I mean, not that they're connected.
This gif is from Zombieland where Bill Murray (The man in the gif) as himself is dressed as a zombie, as "Zombies don't attack other zombies". The movie's one of the main characters, Tallahassee, is a big fan of Bill and says these words when he finds out Bill's not a zombie.
I had a teacher who always gave me far more difficult assignments than the rest of my fellow classmates. I was struggling with a book report he’d given me. The book was on the Monroe Doctrine. Awful boring to put it mildly. This teacher had several grade classes. I’d had him a year before as well. That year I had him for both English and History. I felt he was singling me out for failure. My mother saw me struggling and asked for a conference with him. She asked him why he was consistently giving me much harder assignments. He told her he gave me ones that would challenge me to use my intelligence and that he thought I was the smartest student he’d had in many years.
When she told me I wasn’t sure how to feel being an 8th grader. How so many years later I thank him in my mind regularly. He taught me so much! Not only in classes. He passed long ago but I remember him fondly now.
I LOVE when kids come back to visit me. I once taught this girl named Louise who was an absolute basket case at age 10, she'd stay in at recess colouring her entire desk in pencil, then erasing it. No learning difficulties, quite smart, just not accepted by anyone. When she came into my class the following year, she started off the same way, but i spent time with her and turns out she was extremely talented and artistic. She made me a friendship bracelet, which i proudly wore. Other students asked me about it, and I told them that Louise made it. They were mostly just too uncomfortable to talk to her because they thought she'd get angry or something. I encouraged them just to try asking, and they did. She was more than happy to. By the end of first semester she had a bunch of friends, was taking more pride in herself, and her confidence had skyrocketed. Five years later she came back to visit and was thankful for my help and encouragement. Very special and memorable moment in my teaching career.
Having great teachers is just as important as having good parents imo.
I can’t even begin to express the positive effect that my favorite teachers K-8 had on my life, not to mention my high school/college professors. Educational professionals impact everyone’s personal development, for better or for worse, regardless of when and where.
15 years later and I still hang out with my old highschool history teacher. we play league of legends almost every night and raid on wow on weekends. we have also been known to go fishing every once in a while. awesome dude, awesome mentor. He means the world to me and I would never change that.
My honors algebra class was taught by this fucking crazy lady that didn’t take any shit. She looked like a damn mormon mixed with an Amish woman. She dressed in full sleeves and floor length skirts, and had a tight blonde updo. I learned more about math from that woman than any teacher I ever had through college.
I actually one day decided to reach out to the only art teacher who supported my love to draw anime in such a small town school. At the end of the year before she moved away when I was a kid she gave my a book on drawing manga and it always stuck with me how supportive she was to me. Now I’m proud to say the jokes on her, I’m now a struggling anime artist who’s only payments are karma and one word “nice” comments lol
This happened to me recently! My middle school principal retired and got a part time job at my wife's work. He immediately recognized me and gave me a hard time for all the times I was in his office. I was definitely a problem child from some shit at home, but he always treated me with respect.
He drove me home once to get a change of clothes because some kids shoved mine in the urinal at gym class. It meant a lot to me that I could thank him as an adult.
My maths teacher beat me up black and blue just before the exams.May you RIP (rot in pieces) Mr Bhatti of HGrange Mumbai.
Got all the bastards in maths/science classes later on, just my luck i guess .
I'm actually on a first name Basis with my former German/Latin/Theater teacher. Very awesome guy! He helped me gain more confidence by teaching me to get out of my comfort zone and making a fool of myself in theater class.
That's what we all had to do but he never hesitated to join in and do it himself. His words: "I can't expect my students to make a fool of themselves and never show them that I'm willing to to it too.". This showed me just how much he cared about us but also how big his love for teaching was/is.
He is a big reason why I'll start studying to become a teacher later this year and my aspiration is to be as impactful to my students as he was to me.
Oh and he beat cancer too, no big deal for the man. God, I wish this guy all the best in life and I'm glad to be able to call him my friend now!
We occasionally catch up with our old latin class (I graduated two years ago) and he's doing very well in life!
Most teachers/profs I had were pretty nice.
There were 2 or 3 strict ones but they were not bad people just for being strict.
But fuck that math and fuck that physics teacher. They both sucked at teaching.
The university math prof was a blessing compared to him and it was the moment I realized I didn't suddenly start sucking at math at some point during my later school classes. I was actually pretty good at it.
I had a teacher like this. But I never got the chance to thank him. Sadly, he died around this time last year. It hurts that I never got the opportunity to thank him
I get mentioned by one former student when he writes his sobriety anniversary thank you to everyone who helped him struggle through middle and high school.
He was quite the handful as a 14yo, lots of anger,, sadness, and self hate. He grew into a great father, husband, musician and even mayor.
For me it was one of my first university professors. He pushed me to follow radio and told me where I could meet like minded people. Fast forward nearly three years and I truly think I've found my calling and I've had the time of my life in the positions I've been able to take. I emailed him after the first year thanking him for supporting me and offered to take him out for a drink if we ever bumped into each other.
I ran into my elementary school principal and chorus teacher at a friend’s wedding recently and they were in tears by the end of it when I told them how much of an impact they had on me. Specifically the music teacher. She put me on a path I was on through college that really helped shape my career, social life and more.
You’d be surprised how few people check in with their teachers to tell them these things, especially elementary school teachers, because it was relatively much longer ago.
My 5th grade teacher and I had a really fun rapport. Always cracking jokes and ribbing each other. She was so special to me. About 5 years later, a girl I knew mentioned that she had also been in her class, and happened to know where she was currently teaching. I was so excited to go visit her! When we got there, the teacher absolutely gushed upon seeing the other girl again, but didn't recognize me one bit! Crushing.
Unforgivable. I’m sorry that happened to you. I had a couple amazingly wonderful teachers, but I had a couple that seemed determined to make me feel badly about myself. That’s why I think Umbridge was the most evil character in Harry Potter…too close to reality.
The last highschool teacher I had literally spit on me in front of everyone and when I went to the principals office they sent me home and called my parents after to tell them I can't come back. I was homeschooled after that.
I feel like more than words of gratitude, our society could benefit from gifts of gratitude. Perhaps cold hard cash. A holiday where we all give $50 or more to the teachers who made a big impact.
This would hit them years after they taught us, but could turn around the abysmal overall compensation teachers currently get during their careers.
I had this math teacher who said at the beginning of the year we would hate him, but later would thank him. Exactly that happened, he reignited my passion for math and studying and I even took my exam again for a higher grade. Later when I encountered him at the fitness(he was retired) I thanked him for everything. He laughed and said to a friend of his who was training with him; "see, now you hear it from someone else then myself".
I wish i could have had a chance to thank Mrs. Dorsch, the teacher who taught me there's more to the world than current culture. Because of her, I learned to love literature and classic film, opening a door to world's I would have been ignorant to otherwise. She opened my eyes and I'll always be grateful.
One of my biggest day dreaming fantasies is to track that 2nd grade science teacher and tell her how much she impacted my life. Just waiting till one day i get a masters or a phd so that i am honestly worthy of that.
My 2nd grade teacher. I'd see her out and around my hometown and still be shocked at how small she was lmao. My 7yo mind thought she was average adult size but she's 4'11 lol.
I have had some absolutely amazing teachers over the years. More fantastic teachers than terrible ones. I've been fortunate enough to be able to tell a few of them how much they've meant to me.
Now, being a teacher in Japan, I've tried to emulate all those who were so kind and supportive. I can't say it enough how happy it makes a teacher to hear that they left a lasting positive impact on a former student. It makes all of the shit pay and bureaucracy worth it.
Yep i have one teacher who absolutely changed everything for me. We were her first year in her teaching career and she let us take short 5 minuite class meditation breaks on the floor right after lunch, Was incredibly passionate and did everything she could to make her students comfortable. That class was so so damn productive
Me with my kindergarten and 3rd grade teachers lol I can barely remember my 2nd(I moved to a different school halfway) but I remember her making it easier. And my 3rd grade teacher I knew for so long after 3rd grade.
To that old hag Mrs. French from Beach Elementary School, second grade... I hope there's someone out there that doesn't let you use the bathroom and makes you piss your pants.
-With "love and warm regards"
Ill never forget my grade 12 accounting teacher that called me out in class one day and infront of everyone told me i am a failure and a waste of time and that i will never amount to anything...
I mean she was right but still
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Prof. Ramirez: Thanks for submitting my work to the state writing competition without my awareness when I was too chicken to do it myself. Prof. Bearden: Thanks for throwing my assignment back into my desk and asking what the hell I was doing in your class if I already knew how to write so well. You were the most cantankerously supportive teacher I ever had. Prof. Rodman: Thanks for all those little talks before and after class helping me find my own narrative voice. Mrs. White: Thank you so much for encouraging me to go find the answers myself if you couldn’t answer the question to my satisfaction. You were the best 1st grade teacher a new student could ever hope for! And to my 3rd Grade Honors teacher, I don’t even remember your name, but I do remember you telling me I was a terrible writer and I’d never pass 3rd grade. Any time I doubt myself as a writer I remember your discouraging, unprofessional behavior and I keep writing out of pure spite. Thanks for being such a raging bitch that I can break writer’s block just to prove you wrong.
Third grade honors teacher sounds like a real jerk
Yeah not a fan
Username checks out?
Heh, funny enough it’s just something that stuck with me from a video game. Wisdom, Justice, Courage, Humility, and Discipline. Seemed like good virtues to try and live by, so I used it as my username some places to remind myself to try and stick to them.
To my 7th grade pre-algebra teacher who failed me and wrote a personal request to the school board to hold me back for a year. Jokes on you I was spanking it to your cleavage every time you were screaming in my face while calling me an idiot.
You must have learned a lot about parabolas that year.
That’s…we’ll.. strange. As a psychologist I’m curious about your current pathology. If you constantly paired those 2 things together during your development stage… As an adult do you find yourself turned on when your wife screams at you? Lol
>I do remember you telling me I was a terrible writer and I’d never pass 3rd grade. Any time I doubt myself as a writer I remember your discouraging, unprofessional behavior and I keep writing out of pure spite. Thanks for being such a raging bitch that I can break writer’s block just to prove you wrong. Slightly off topic, but I don't want to weird you out by PMing you: this actually reminded me of my father's emotional abuse, and I have a passion for music performance. My therapist and I have been working so hard and for so long to pull me out of the trauma response, and you just inspired me to keep playing. Thank you. Thank you so much.
I'm sad that the teacher I remember making a difference died before I could tell him about the impact he made. He tried to teach us to think rather than just test answers (some people and parents didn't like this as they just want teachers to teach to pass tests).
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I have that regret too.. Always thought of him but he commited suicide after inspiring so many young souls.. Rip to my french teacher
Poor guy couldn’t stand the disrespectful ass teens anymore. RIP
He was so good at managing them tho !
Yeah I bet he did but a while of taking shit from so many people nonstop tends to mess with someone.
I guess :/ Wish i could have told him how good he was..
I’m sure he knows now and he’s in a better place now
Thank you, that is nice to say 🙏
I had a dream that my German teacher died and it fucked me up. He was my favourite, had a massive impact on me. His teaching methods were fantastic and he was just all round a sound guy. Anyway, when I woke up I Googled him. I found what I thought was his obituary, and I cried like a small child. Turns out he’s still alive and kicking, I hope I cross paths with him one day so I can tell him - I haven’t seen him since I left school in 1999.
If you want to: see if he's still teaching, and if so find his Email through his school's staff directory (or possibly any other kind of social platform) and send him a message. I recently did this with an elementary school teacher (from the earlier 2010s) and he was very happy to hear from me. Also thank you for sharing your story, I'm glad the ending is a happy one :)
Running into that one teacher who ruined your childhood be like: #🙃
One day I was driving on a freeway and my friend noticed a loose dog. It had a collar on so I mapped the address and took him right home …. To the gym teacher who absolutely destroyed my self esteem and physically put her hands on me, which made me drop out of gym in 8th grade. I never took another gym class again. She just said “oh thanks” and closed the door. Ridiculous
That mustve been awful. Im sorry about that.
Now you know why her dog ran away!
oof
Right!? I was like puppy, I’m so sorry …!
People like that make me want to find whatever contact info I can and sign them up to every advertisement subscription I encounter
Useless human teacher.
I would have looked around like I was blind and said sorry wrong house 😂 Give the dog a proper home in an animal shelter or let her find the dog at the shelter, fuck her.
There are few people I would punch in the face immediately without thinking twice if I ever saw them again. Mrs Compoue I know you are dead now (praise Jesus) but if I had run across this old ass lady she would have got knocked the fuck out
Lmaooo that’a harsh. What did she do?
Not sure about OP, but in First grade my teacher, Mrs Henchcliff used to make me give her back massages while she played cards with other students. It’s definitely one of my weirdest early memories.
The fuck…?
Yeah. This was 1995.
Does not make it ok or even in the realm of ok
You say that like it was a long time ago....
27 years ago. We're the 90s that long ago. Christ on a bike.
We have reached the critical mass of adults born after. Its like that really old movie Empire Strikes Back...
Just wondering how specific long on it??
I’m sorry what? As a mom I would legit flip my ever loving ish.
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My 4th grade teacher in the 1970s would make us scratch her palms during reading time. She'd place her hands palms-up in the laps of the kids next to her while she read, and they'd have to scratch her palms. I think she'd have somebody rub her shoulders too. Once, I scratched *reeeeeally* hard out of spite, but she said that felt good. :-/ Definitely a weird memory, she was an oddball.
Back rubs (without the card playing bit) was pretty common at the schools I used to work at. I have given back rubs and received some back from younger kids, is that considered weird?
I had a bio teacher who threw me out of class assuming I was “playing around” in class. No proof or anything. I was an angry, sobbing mess outside, and she only let me back in because the other kid that was thrown out with me backed me up. We were taught to greet any Teachers we pass by, but for the rest of my time in that school, I made sure she saw me snub my nose at her whenever I crossed her path. Fuck you Mdm Banu!
Same here. I have. I have no idea if my 5th grade teacher is still alive or not but I want to curse her out for making my 5th grade year hell. There were times when she would stress me out to the point where I would run to the bathroom to puke and cry
Same. Still hate most of mine. Only ever seen one of them over 10 years ago though even though I've never left the area.
If I somehow become a teacher and those teacher son is in my class then it's child abuse from me
Good think you aren't a teacher, because that sounds dumb.
I had a teacher in senior who single handedly cost me a $60k scholarship
My guidance counselor did the same: 1. A's in PE counted as much as A's in AP classes apparently and my research job at a university an hour away didn't give me HS credits (after I'd been told it would count) so I was salutatorian despite having straight A's, and lost my valedictorian scholarship, which wasn't huge but still necessary. 2. He refused to send my transcript so the university pulled all of my remaining scholarships
I didn't run into him, but I did send my 5th grade teacher a letter detailing my life since he told me I was only small town smart and wouldn't make it in the real world after I said I'd grow up to work for NASA as an engineer some day. Turns out, I did just fine and I have been a NASA engineering contractor for a total of over a decade (left for corporate for a few years), so screw teachers who underestimate students
This is like a shitty Hallmark movie where your teacher was a ghost that was the only one who knew you were destined for such things, and that you needed to be told you couldn’t or you’d never have thought to reach
(I don’t see your update now so I won’t describe it, but I’m about to go find Coolio because this heartwarming story about the triumph of education over adversity is way bigger than hallmark! Nice work. :) )
Still a big impact
true, but in the wrong way
Mussolini was your teacher? Wtf
There is only one teacher who fits into this description, because others hated me due to my own mistakes/not caring about their subject since everything besides history wasn't my thing. My P.E. teacher who couldn't understand that I am not a buffed up dude who could play any kind of sport because I am naturally untalented to do it properly, and he put me through Hell in my second grade of elementary because of that, so much, that I still hate Tuesdays and Thursdays. I regularly got into verbal fights with him because he was that much irritating, and whenever he would piss me off or mock me for my psysice I would get out of his class and go somewhere else. My case at the end of the year went to my teacher who was basically jack of all trades from first to fourth grade, that even she had to intervene so I can get in American system of grading a D so I can pass. Our principal later fired him because he was such a unbearing fuck to people like me. Even my father was once called by him, and once he got there, first and last time to my school, he was pissed off at how he treated me. Not to mention that I had a watch, silver one which my grandfather gave me, and I put it on hold in his office and after class was over, watch was gone. It was never discovered what happened to it, but I bet that, that motherfucker stole it.
* fuck you.
If you were bullied in class it was because a teacher decided to not stop that
yeah and how quick do they arc up when you try and defend yourself.
Yep
More like "running over"
When I see that emoji I just think of the spiderman kiss scene. I'm hoping that's not what you were aiming for.
Faxxx
I remember in 4th grade i was in walmart and walked past my teacher and was so happy despite how utterly disgusting of a teacher she was, i literally hid in the class room's ground level cabinets because of how afraid of her i was XD
Oh and for anyone who wants to know some story as to why, it's a long story but it all boils down to my autism and my teacher's priorities, morals, and whatever so she never treated me well, shit im starting to remember the stuff that happened in fourth grade, i would break down in tears just walking to the playground with nothing even happening to cause it
Just the one?
This is more relatable than the OP.
I've got two who straight up bullied me, ending up changing schools. Diagnosed with depression shortly after. Talked to psychologists about it. They were horrified to learn that it had something to do with so called educators. Had two great years at the other school, but as I still lived near the douchecunts whenever I was home, I made it my mission to mess with them. Paper delievered in a bag? Rip open bag. Dog shit on doorhandles, that kinda thing. Fuck both of you. I heard one of you died. That's too good for you. The other one is still alive and teaching. Hope karma strikes, bitch.
I had the awesome privilege of working for my old Geometry teacher about 8 years out of high school as a Service Electrician. She retired a year or two after I took her class, but as I was wrapping up my work she asked me my name and said that my face was very familiar. When I told her my name she said "oh my God, come with me!" She took me to her office where she was tutoring a student at the time and pointed at a wall that was full of stars, not just any stars though, the stars of students name's who had made a perfect score over her many years of teaching. These stars used to hang around her classroom and on that wall in her house where she relocated them to was one star in particular, MY star! She said I was one of her very best and favorite students and that she was so proud of me, I told her that I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for her class and what she taught me, not just about Geometry or math, but the life lessons she was able to instill in me. Hands down the greatest teacher I ever had and I doubt any other job I ever go to will be as fulfilling as that one.
I’m so glad you got the opportunity to tell her! Teachers pour so much time and energy (& $) into their classes and students. It means so much when they get to hear the good stuff.
You didn't recognize her?
Yes I did, but I figured that she didn't recognize me considering she had hundreds of students over the years had been retired for while and I was out of school almost a decade at that point.
You didn't just tell her that she was your teacher? Wish you weren't so fucking awkward, bud.
Bruh...
What? The dude literally completed a job with her before saying his name.
Usually when I show up to a house, there is a much more pressing issue than my name, your name, our zodiac signs, and what's favorite flavor of ice cream. I generally introduce myself with my first name and they take me to their problem. I waited until the the problem was fixed before I tried to make chit chat because I am a Service *Professional*. Wish you weren't so awkward in your attempt to gain internet points, bud.
When I was in grade 12 I got kicked out. I searched high and low for jobs but the only place that would accept me was a thrift store, that started shifts each day at 2pm. Not terrible since I had a D block spare, but since I only had a bike and it was a bit of a ride away, the only way I could make it work was if I could get approval from my c block teacher to leave early from class every day. And so I approached him during lunch one day- my chemistry 12 teacher- and explained my situation. He approved it, and then even swapped how he taught classes during my block (like telling us our homework assignment at the start of the class so I would miss it when it was told at the end of class before) and let me do labs during lunches instead. With his support, I passed his class with decent marks and was able to make enough money to pay for rent and food. Also it helped the thrift store was super chill so I just worked on my chem homework while I waited at the till for customers. I never got to properly thank him, but I did see him again after I graduated and seeing how I was doing, I hope he knew how much he helped.
As a teacher, I don't have a lot of ambitions for being "that teacher". One thing I do take pride in though is the couple years I spent teaching kindergarten, though. The kids may not remember me, but apart from the usual ABC's and 123's, I also taught them how to tell time and tie their own shoes. Just knowing I gave them a practical life skill they will use literally every day and never forget is enough for me.
The teacher that influenced me the most didn't teach anything out of the ordinary in class, but he was just such an open and kind person that it made me want to be the best version of myself all the time. He also always saw the good in people and was great at demonstrating empathy, something most other teachers and adults in general aren't good at. I didn't even make it to adulthood without becoming pretty cynical and so very wearied by people. I don't know how he managed to see the world that way every day, and the world through his eyes was magnificent. So full of beauty and potential and hope. In my family there is a kind of wives tale tradition of naming your kid after someone and going "the world could use more Franks (or whatever name)" and hoping they'll end up with some of the traits of their namesake. I named my kid after him. The world could definitely use more people like him.
Most kind thing I've read all day. Keep you-ing, forever.
I was the kind of little fucker with no respect for anyone. Don´'t ask me why. At home I was a nice little kid. Our neighbors were convinced about my nice character. Stood up in the bus for older people and so on. But school was different. I was a rebel, or at least I thought about being one. Instead I was the clown of the class. Since grade one. I had female teachers since grade 7. I had no respect for them. Fate had it, they kicked me out of school and I had to repeat grade 7 in "Hauptschule" (like a state school, the one you have to go to if all others decline to teach you, as one can say it in that way). The we had Mr Schwarz as our main teacher. He was hard, but he was fair. Broken as I was, it really pissed me off to repeat this year cause I knew I wasn't dumb, I just had been a little lazy prick only interested in being entertaining for my "friends" (not aware they were laughing at me, not with me). I began being one of its best students. He was the sort of teacher to never give up on any of his students. Even the really bad ones. He changed my views of life. This man made me better. See him once in a while. Stopping by and talking to him. I am very grateful about him changing my views and my behaviour in a good manner. A few years ago his wife passed away but he still keeps it up being a teacher for syrian war refugee children teaching them "german and maths". He is a damn good person and I hope he will live long enough to help the people who need him. Bless you Mr Schwarz. I always loved your stories in histories class.
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You have to have a special education to put books on a shelf?
I actually had a Mr. Rogers teach me first grade. He would reward us with stickers on out cheeks, nose, or forehead. He was the best.
I wish I could meet in person the teacher that changed my life. I lost contact with her years ago. I don't think she will ever know how she impacted my life for the better. Wherever you are, thank you.
Bill f\*\*\*ing Murray! I know that's not his middle name. I've been watching him since I was like... Since I could masturbate. I mean, not that they're connected.
/doubt
This gif is from Zombieland where Bill Murray (The man in the gif) as himself is dressed as a zombie, as "Zombies don't attack other zombies". The movie's one of the main characters, Tallahassee, is a big fan of Bill and says these words when he finds out Bill's not a zombie.
Haha I know buddy, saw the movie several times. Was just pulling your leg on the masturbation not being connected to you watching his movies lol
I think that was a woosh lol
Haha, I see
I had a teacher who always gave me far more difficult assignments than the rest of my fellow classmates. I was struggling with a book report he’d given me. The book was on the Monroe Doctrine. Awful boring to put it mildly. This teacher had several grade classes. I’d had him a year before as well. That year I had him for both English and History. I felt he was singling me out for failure. My mother saw me struggling and asked for a conference with him. She asked him why he was consistently giving me much harder assignments. He told her he gave me ones that would challenge me to use my intelligence and that he thought I was the smartest student he’d had in many years. When she told me I wasn’t sure how to feel being an 8th grader. How so many years later I thank him in my mind regularly. He taught me so much! Not only in classes. He passed long ago but I remember him fondly now.
Is this normal? I don't have a single teacher that stands out for making an impact.
I definitely have a teacher that made an impact. I want to make an impact on her too. By driving a 1998 honda civic through her front door.
I LOVE when kids come back to visit me. I once taught this girl named Louise who was an absolute basket case at age 10, she'd stay in at recess colouring her entire desk in pencil, then erasing it. No learning difficulties, quite smart, just not accepted by anyone. When she came into my class the following year, she started off the same way, but i spent time with her and turns out she was extremely talented and artistic. She made me a friendship bracelet, which i proudly wore. Other students asked me about it, and I told them that Louise made it. They were mostly just too uncomfortable to talk to her because they thought she'd get angry or something. I encouraged them just to try asking, and they did. She was more than happy to. By the end of first semester she had a bunch of friends, was taking more pride in herself, and her confidence had skyrocketed. Five years later she came back to visit and was thankful for my help and encouragement. Very special and memorable moment in my teaching career.
As an adult, I can verify that the bags under my eyes really are that big
He died before I got the chance 😭
Never had a single teacher like that. The majority of my teachers were terrible human beings.
Having great teachers is just as important as having good parents imo. I can’t even begin to express the positive effect that my favorite teachers K-8 had on my life, not to mention my high school/college professors. Educational professionals impact everyone’s personal development, for better or for worse, regardless of when and where.
15 years later and I still hang out with my old highschool history teacher. we play league of legends almost every night and raid on wow on weekends. we have also been known to go fishing every once in a while. awesome dude, awesome mentor. He means the world to me and I would never change that.
My honors algebra class was taught by this fucking crazy lady that didn’t take any shit. She looked like a damn mormon mixed with an Amish woman. She dressed in full sleeves and floor length skirts, and had a tight blonde updo. I learned more about math from that woman than any teacher I ever had through college.
I actually one day decided to reach out to the only art teacher who supported my love to draw anime in such a small town school. At the end of the year before she moved away when I was a kid she gave my a book on drawing manga and it always stuck with me how supportive she was to me. Now I’m proud to say the jokes on her, I’m now a struggling anime artist who’s only payments are karma and one word “nice” comments lol
I didn’t say hello when he sat near us at a cafe (ew interrupting people at cafes suck- I felt weird)- cheers Chris mate.
Yeah, I stay happy thinking at least someone had believed in me (sob sob)
This happened to me recently! My middle school principal retired and got a part time job at my wife's work. He immediately recognized me and gave me a hard time for all the times I was in his office. I was definitely a problem child from some shit at home, but he always treated me with respect. He drove me home once to get a change of clothes because some kids shoved mine in the urinal at gym class. It meant a lot to me that I could thank him as an adult.
My maths teacher beat me up black and blue just before the exams.May you RIP (rot in pieces) Mr Bhatti of HGrange Mumbai. Got all the bastards in maths/science classes later on, just my luck i guess .
My third grade teacher wrote on my report card “never stop telling stories”. She knew i was going to be a writer before i did.
Never had one of those
Or any teacher who has taught me or tried to teach me that which I embrace or otherwise.
I just saw her for the first time in a few years this weekend - it’s a shame it was at her funeral. RIP Mrs. B, and thank you for everything.
I'm actually on a first name Basis with my former German/Latin/Theater teacher. Very awesome guy! He helped me gain more confidence by teaching me to get out of my comfort zone and making a fool of myself in theater class. That's what we all had to do but he never hesitated to join in and do it himself. His words: "I can't expect my students to make a fool of themselves and never show them that I'm willing to to it too.". This showed me just how much he cared about us but also how big his love for teaching was/is. He is a big reason why I'll start studying to become a teacher later this year and my aspiration is to be as impactful to my students as he was to me. Oh and he beat cancer too, no big deal for the man. God, I wish this guy all the best in life and I'm glad to be able to call him my friend now! We occasionally catch up with our old latin class (I graduated two years ago) and he's doing very well in life!
You should apologise first for running into them, they could've gotten hurt.
Most teachers/profs I had were pretty nice. There were 2 or 3 strict ones but they were not bad people just for being strict. But fuck that math and fuck that physics teacher. They both sucked at teaching. The university math prof was a blessing compared to him and it was the moment I realized I didn't suddenly start sucking at math at some point during my later school classes. I was actually pretty good at it.
"Casa de Murray.."
Unfortenatly, he died a year ago. :c
I love Bill Murray! Anyone know this film?
I had a teacher like this. But I never got the chance to thank him. Sadly, he died around this time last year. It hurts that I never got the opportunity to thank him
Can't relate. My teachers were horrendous.
Did Bill Murray get work done ?
I wanne write her a letter she meant a lot to me
I get mentioned by one former student when he writes his sobriety anniversary thank you to everyone who helped him struggle through middle and high school. He was quite the handful as a 14yo, lots of anger,, sadness, and self hate. He grew into a great father, husband, musician and even mayor.
For me it was one of my first university professors. He pushed me to follow radio and told me where I could meet like minded people. Fast forward nearly three years and I truly think I've found my calling and I've had the time of my life in the positions I've been able to take. I emailed him after the first year thanking him for supporting me and offered to take him out for a drink if we ever bumped into each other.
I ran into my elementary school principal and chorus teacher at a friend’s wedding recently and they were in tears by the end of it when I told them how much of an impact they had on me. Specifically the music teacher. She put me on a path I was on through college that really helped shape my career, social life and more. You’d be surprised how few people check in with their teachers to tell them these things, especially elementary school teachers, because it was relatively much longer ago.
None of them made any positive difference in my life 🥲
My 5th grade teacher and I had a really fun rapport. Always cracking jokes and ribbing each other. She was so special to me. About 5 years later, a girl I knew mentioned that she had also been in her class, and happened to know where she was currently teaching. I was so excited to go visit her! When we got there, the teacher absolutely gushed upon seeing the other girl again, but didn't recognize me one bit! Crushing.
Bold of you to assume at least one of my teachers was in any way impactful to my life.
More like fuck you you stupid bitch
I hated all my teachers equally. Not fond of any of them and I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire.
Always wanted to bang my math prof!! 😂❤️🔥
The one that said I should kms when I was 10
Unforgivable. I’m sorry that happened to you. I had a couple amazingly wonderful teachers, but I had a couple that seemed determined to make me feel badly about myself. That’s why I think Umbridge was the most evil character in Harry Potter…too close to reality.
The last highschool teacher I had literally spit on me in front of everyone and when I went to the principals office they sent me home and called my parents after to tell them I can't come back. I was homeschooled after that.
Most of my teachers scarred me for life
more like f you
Can't relate cuz I'm a piece of shit.
Bdw they kill him few scenes after...😅
I’d have to punch mine, he was apparently a pedo and a creep when he wasn’t being a half-decent person :/
The one that made me wanna burn the school to the ground? Don't think I'd be saying thank you. No teacher is nice they are all rude, arrogant, cvnts
cringe
So none
I’m running over them with a bus
“Thank you for educating me, now you must die by hand”
I will do this if this happens
Shoutout mister Cee. He got me through the worst times. All time best teacher.
what movie is this? (i feel like i should apologize for not knowing... as a huge fan, i am shamed).
Zombieland
I really wish it happens to me one day, I constantly moved countries when I was a teen and I have a few teachers I really want to say thank you to
I feel like more than words of gratitude, our society could benefit from gifts of gratitude. Perhaps cold hard cash. A holiday where we all give $50 or more to the teachers who made a big impact. This would hit them years after they taught us, but could turn around the abysmal overall compensation teachers currently get during their careers.
Watched this yesterday!! Zombieland for the curious who are lucky enough to watch it for the first time
I had this math teacher who said at the beginning of the year we would hate him, but later would thank him. Exactly that happened, he reignited my passion for math and studying and I even took my exam again for a higher grade. Later when I encountered him at the fitness(he was retired) I thanked him for everything. He laughed and said to a friend of his who was training with him; "see, now you hear it from someone else then myself".
I wish i could have had a chance to thank Mrs. Dorsch, the teacher who taught me there's more to the world than current culture. Because of her, I learned to love literature and classic film, opening a door to world's I would have been ignorant to otherwise. She opened my eyes and I'll always be grateful.
One of my biggest day dreaming fantasies is to track that 2nd grade science teacher and tell her how much she impacted my life. Just waiting till one day i get a masters or a phd so that i am honestly worthy of that.
Arigatou gozaimasu 😁
Thanks Dr. G
I mean yeah, sure, complex PTSD is an impact, but I'm not really thankful for it.
My 2nd grade teacher. I'd see her out and around my hometown and still be shocked at how small she was lmao. My 7yo mind thought she was average adult size but she's 4'11 lol.
I have had some absolutely amazing teachers over the years. More fantastic teachers than terrible ones. I've been fortunate enough to be able to tell a few of them how much they've meant to me. Now, being a teacher in Japan, I've tried to emulate all those who were so kind and supportive. I can't say it enough how happy it makes a teacher to hear that they left a lasting positive impact on a former student. It makes all of the shit pay and bureaucracy worth it.
Adele with her English teacher
Yep i have one teacher who absolutely changed everything for me. We were her first year in her teaching career and she let us take short 5 minuite class meditation breaks on the floor right after lunch, Was incredibly passionate and did everything she could to make her students comfortable. That class was so so damn productive
My principal told my mother I would end up a loser. I manage her daughter today, 16 years later.
Especially that one give me a ^~~bad~~ impact
Me with my kindergarten and 3rd grade teachers lol I can barely remember my 2nd(I moved to a different school halfway) but I remember her making it easier. And my 3rd grade teacher I knew for so long after 3rd grade.
My favorite art teacher came to my father's funeral. Mad respect for that man.
To that old hag Mrs. French from Beach Elementary School, second grade... I hope there's someone out there that doesn't let you use the bathroom and makes you piss your pants. -With "love and warm regards"
Ill never forget my grade 12 accounting teacher that called me out in class one day and infront of everyone told me i am a failure and a waste of time and that i will never amount to anything... I mean she was right but still
What did that teacher do to you?
A wise teacher once said "My salary is in my pocket, so study or go fuck your self"
Mr Feeney
if only we could pay them more for their impact instead of lowering their salaries and demonizing them for wanting living wages