Story 1 really angers me. Growing up, my dad always told me that there is NO shame in working any job as long as it keeps you and your family afloat. Not to mention intelligence has nothing to do with profession. You can be a genius trash man, or a stupid teacher.
Some people suffer from such an inferiority complex, they have to put others down to seem superior. The teacher clearly never managed to mentally mature, meaning gaining self awareness and developing empathy, which is an indication she actually has lower intelligence, ironically.
I agree with the other comment here but all in all, this angered me too. The fact that the kid wanted to do what his dad did means he really looked up to him and dad enjoyed his job. For someone to call your hero a low life is a punch to the gut. Hell, it hurt MY feelings! Poor kid 😢 I hope that interaction haunts that teacher's thoughts at night.
My grandfather used to tell me, “I don’t care what you do. If you want to be a sandwich maker, then be the best sandwich maker!” If the kid wants to be a garbage man, then be the best garbage man a/he can be!
A former coworker told both her kids growing up, “I don’t care what you want to be, but you need to want to be SOMETHING, and to try to be the best at it you can be. If you want to be a garbage man driving a garbage truck for the rest of your life, you do that, but you had BETTER be doing that to the best of your ability!” One of her sons is a fairly locally-famous and EXTREMELY talented chef. The other one back then was still young enough that he was still trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life, but he always worked hard at whatever his current job happened to be, and was a happy, confident guy. I always admired that about her. She came off as a bit gruff and/rough around the edges, but she was a fun lady to work with! Idk what she’s up to now.
It wasn't a teacher but when I was in seventh grade the PRINCIPAL of the school told my mother "I can't stop middle school girls from bullying each other. Your daughter is just going to have to develop thicker skin and deal with it." My mother pulled me out of that school that DAY, there was less than two months left in the school year. My sixth grade teacher would also tell me I would flunk out of high school at least once a week, the look on that teacher's face when I told her I would be graduating 68th in my year (out of 320) with a solid 3.0 GPA was priceless.
The worst thing a teacher ever said/did to me was in 5th grade. My family was going through some crazy hard times and I had no shoes for a time. It was winter and we kids were required to remove our boots and change into shoes after arriving. I had only rubber galoshes. After removing my boots and being asked where my shoes were I answered that I forgot them. Every day after that the teacher made it a big thing to ask if I remembered to bring my shoes that day. Naturally I didn’t, not having any, until one day a gently used pair of shoes approximately the right size appeared in my locker. I now know that one of the boys in class told his mother and she sent a pair of his sisters shoes to me. I never forgot that teachers ignorance, insensitivity and bullying to a 10 year old girl.
I'm really sorry you went through that. That teacher was really crappy for not seeming to care about her students. I'm glad that someone else's mom did the right thing. I hope you're doing better.
@@Rooster_Rachel Thank you. I am perfectly fine and happy now, and I am also a very old woman now-just turned 68 last week. The teacher was a very young man who hopefully learned better and I still have friends and acquaintances who report that karma took care of him in a spectacular and tragic manner a few years ago.
My kindergarten teacher, Mrs Fabiansky , this was in the early 70’s , asked us to line up so she could give us some egg cartons to make caterpillars with, when it was my turn , she was going to give me an ugly brown carton one and I asked her if I could get a really pretty light blue one that she had nearby. She said no ,got up from her table and spanked me, also left me in a room for a few minutes that was extra to our classroom!! I didn’t tell my mom. Never forgot that incident.
My husband was a custodian in a school district for over 30 yrs. Teachers resented the custodians bc they made more money than them. Custodians have to work with various cleaning agents and chemicals. They have to clean up bodily fluids that can carry diseases. They work all year round.
I'm Dyslexic and have been in SPED classes for most of my schooling. in high school, my creative writing teacher constantly ignored my file to not grade my spelling forcing me to read out loud. One day she put so much pressure to read in front of the class that I caved and gave it a try taking forever with each word so much so one of the cheerleaders in the class took over reading for me. Once the paragraph was done in front of the class this teacher looked over at me and said "You're never going to be anything more than a burger flipper at McDonald" This was 2007. I didn't go and get a super amazing job to prove her wrong but I did become a dog groomer and I loved that job. I'm still not a strong reader but writing is so much easier with the right tools that are not available.
I’ve been there too. Second grade teacher told me I should dropout of school. And my seventh grade teacher would force me to read in front of the class, knowing about my learning disability, the anxiety it brought, and often caused me to have a severe asthma attack whenever I was forced to read in front of everyone. She told me I could never learn Latin and a bunch of crap. I graduated with a master’s in history and also ranked third in the National Latin exam in high school. She refused to congratulate me whenever she ran into me.
I have adhd and anxiety and probably dyslexia (undiagnosed for the dyslexia one) but I am in SPED classes and some special ed class teachers are wonderful but a select few are total douche bags (talking about you Mrs Leo) she told me first extra help I went to that I should quit because I would pass chem last year. Screw her I passed her stupid exam 😂
Story 17: that school is either messed up or run by idiots how the heck do you report a teacher for insulting a student with cancer and get expelled for reporting them?! Sometimes, I just lose faith in humanity
So as an aboriginal Aussie myself i can confirm that there are still many people like the teacher in story 47 around even to this day. The bullshit we have to put up with from people like that on a daily basis is insane, and ive even had to put up with racist teachers. Worst thing a teacher ever did to me tho when i was in grade 9. I have psoriasis and when i was a kid/teen i was pretty much covered in sores. my HPE teacher was off on maternity leave and when she came back and saw me covered in psoriasis plaques she called me out during roll call, in front of the whole class. She told me i was disgusting, a freak, and not to come near her because she 'didnt want to catch it', even after i explained it wasn't contagious. It didnt help that i was already bullied by the rest of the class, so they all took the teachers side and called me disgusting and ugly and the teacher didnt stop them. I ended up running from the class and hiding in the toilets before my year coordinator heard me and got me into his office. After i explained what happened he marched me down to the HPE staff room and demanded the teacher apologise to me. Instead she doubled down and told him to 'look at me' and insisted that she deserved an apology from me for getting the year coordinator involved. Year coordinator sent me off after that and i was pulled from the class (which sucked because i loved doing sports but just hated the teacher). Dont know what happened to her but she stopped teaching there at the end of the year. I dont remember her name but its been 15 years and i can still hear her voice in my head whenever my skin flares up :(
I have psoriasis as well. And I'm also an Aussie. When I started prep, I was told "Don't touch her, she's black." To what would become for a few years, my best friend. I held her hand as often as I could at that Catholic school to prove there was nothing wrong with her. I even remember telling my mum, in front of my friend and teacher, I wished I had black skin like her cause I thought she was cool and her skin colour was beautiful. Her foster mum told my mum she raised a wonderful little girl. I still defend those of other skin tones cause they're human too. We all bleed red blood.
As an adult I've been diagnosed with ADHD, and show some pretty significant autism spectrum signs. In the 80s and 90s, attention deficit just meant you didn't get hit enough.
I hear you, some of these stories remind me of the worst teacher I ever had. Apparently she was absolutely sure that the only correct way to teach kids, is to make the whole class laugh at anyone who's not paying attention. With this philosophy, all the kids in my class were made fun of one time or another, but I had undiagnosed ADD, so there wasn't a single class she wouldn't make fun of me. At the time, ADD became known on tv with a ton of controversies, but I was only a kid, so I've never heard of it, how could I complain? Not to mention that these were 10-12 year old kids, so of course some are not going to pay attention.
Here's a story i have about my teacher I had in 3rd grade: So when I was younger I had a really talkative girl sit next to me in my class. I always asked to move because I couldn't get any of my work done near her. She always made fun of everything I did, and blamed ME for talking during class. I did eventually get moved... next to the teachers desk. All of the talking and bullying made me get really far behind on my school work. My mom hated that and made me stay up until almost 10 at night finishing all of my missing work. I turned it into the teacher the next day and you wanna know what she said? She threw the papers in my face and said "I don't want those, they're old!" My whole family was mad at her.
3rd grade teacher told me "Shut up, Your voice is giving me headache.' A few weeks later, I know an answer, raise my hand and speak and she says, "Sure I tell (You) stop talking and now I can't hear (You)." A few days later I had thumb tacks on my chair, I have no doubt that Mrs. Kulus was why I was bullied and had no friends for my formative years. I've met classmates since then whom have been openly surprised by my humor/wit, but because a teacher told me to 'shut up' I never bothered to be myself at school or home. My own mom has made remarks about "not realizing how funny (You) are." I don't let my personality shine if You're shitting on me, it is THAT simple.
This reminds me of my third grade teacher who straight up told me "You'll never amount to anything, best to kill yourself now." The event that triggered it? I had asked the day before on what medium to write the homework, and she said a Paper Towel. I didn't yet know what sarcasm was, so i complied with her directions.
I don’t know if much has changed since I’ve been a school aged kid, I grew up in the nineties. The thing I noticed was that elementary teachers were the worst when it came to bullying, and putting down their students. They also had a tendency to act like emotionally stunted, mean teenaged girls. Junior high teachers were in the same boat, and high school teachers were mostly okay.
Growing up in USA in the 2000's, it wasn't much better. A few teachers acted petty and projected childhood issues. Some did little to stop bullying. 5 stories below. My 1st grade teacher said she ought spank us until our butts are red and we couldn't sit down. She'd also cry a few times in class, once when a kid made some personal insults since no one liked her. Oh, and she sarcastically called me smarty-pants and sabotaged my chance to skip a grade. When my mom confronted her, she would cite her childhood as an excuse. My sister's teacher once freaked out when she found out my sister was put on a diet. My sister was obese, and the doctor told my mom to feed her small lunches consisting of fruits and veggies. My mom gave her sugary cereal for extra calories anways to make the diet easier. Her teacher was obese and had some deep-seated issues with being fat-shamed. So, the teacher accused my mom of starving my sister out of fat-shaming, and threatened to call child services. My mom tried to tell her that she was following the doctor's orders but was being lenient too, but the teacher kept making threats. She then tried to convince my sister to agree that it was abuse citing her own experiences. My 7th grade Algebra teacher was a mix of strict and naive. One kid was being bugged by his friend throughout class. The kid turned and asked his friend to be quiet and let him hear the teacher. The teacher kicked out the kid for "being disruptive". His friend confessed what he did and volunteered to be punished. The teacher had none of it. The friend was always disruptive and a bit if a bully, but the kid was always targeted by the teacher. 5th grade. I was bullied by a kid who swung his backpack at me and bullied me during class. During class when we had to work on assignments, I told the teacher and she told me to bring her the bully. The bully refused to come with me. As a result, nothing happened until my mom went to the principal. Last, 8th grade English teacher threatened to end a kid's life numerous times for being disruptive. The teacher would have friendly chats with her favorite students during exams and let them chime in with jokes during lessons whenever they wanted. She also lost assignments often and argued with students, even if they pointed out their assignments from the stack of assignments. TL;DR One teacher was petty and very emotional due to childhood issues. Another projected childhood issues to lash out at parents for alleged abuse. Another picked on specific students while ignoring the bully who was open about his actions. Another put minimal effort into sttopping bullies and gave up the second an obstacle came up. Another joined in on her favorite students' disruptive behavior while threatening another student for far less.
I was also a kid in the 90s. Elementary teachers were awful then and usually had no idea what to do with autistic students. I do remember them acting that way-trying to stroke my long hair and call me '"Baby Doll" then punish me for screaming at them or hitting them. Telling me my bully "was just teasing me because he liked me." Taunting me during meltdowns, in front of the class, because of how babyish I acted. Things came to a head in middle school, where I had equally bad teachers. I basically became feral, screaming at them, attacking them, and repeatedly getting thrown in a screaming room (now illegal in my state). They were going to put me in a school for delinquents, but my mom pulled strings to get me into a school with an autism program. I actually started calming down and making friends with kids there. I'm just glad I'm out of it. The experience left me with almost no empathy for elementary school kids, and it's a flaw I need to work on in order to continue my life.
@ that really sucks. I do understand though, as I am also on the spectrum, but I wasn’t diagnosed until adulthood. I would lash out at how people were treating me as well, and the actual bully would be saintified, while I would be vilified. No one listened or even attempted to be empathetic or understanding, I was dismissed as just a bad kid. I’ve heard things are changing, and I really hope that’s true. However, ignorance and apathy towards bullied children, especially those with neurological issues or those who are from abusive households; another thing I was also dealing with, is still an issue prevalent in society with the false narrative those experiencing alienation, bullying and some form of peer/authority/ parental violence deserve it. The bystander effect is still largely in place with most people, and this is another failure of societal norm. It prevents people from doing what’s right, calling out bullies and punishing them, out of a fear of standing out and being ostracized by the group. Society has conditioned most people into dehumanizing and devaluing anyone who becomes a target to anti social groups or individuals, because that person, or people, are the sacrificial lamb who takes the negatives that might in fact have landed on them. It’s a subconscious agreement within the larger peer group to initialize the greater good mentality; sacrifice one or the few so everyone else is comfortable. And that’s why I feel things won’t change really, no matter what anyone says when it comes to authority figures.
So I was made to do textiles because "IT is for the boys", and I was always given the same sewing machine and I constantly had issues with it (not sewing right, the needle moving after a few rows until it hit the plate and shattered, weird smell, the thread backing up in the bobbin and leaving an exploded spider of threads inside, vibrating so much and so violently the dials would move (causing the needle issue and the bobbin problem) and every time I asked for help because I thought my machine was broken, the teacher would make me stand up, and announce to the class "A poor workman blames his tools!" This went on for weeks, until finally there was another few sewing machine available, so I ran to that one and someone else used the one I was usually stuck on. They very quickly experienced what I was and asked the teacher for help, which she suddenly took seriously (I guess non-autistic students must have real problems in her mind) and the teacher got on the machine. As I'm walking behind her the motor burns out, the machine is dead, there's smoke coming out of it, there's a monster of threads popping out of the base plate, and she's horrified. I loudly said behind her "A poor workman blames his tools." The look she gave me was a mix of shock and shame as the students around her looked at me like they were waiting for the teacher to explode and shout. Instead she announced nobody was to touch that machine and genuinely NEVER spoke to me again for the next 2 years of the course. No help, no criticism, no instructions, nothing. I still have no regrets because it made her stop humiliating people and taking concerns seriously, especially when the repair guy came in and tried to fix it (it's cheaper if it can be fixed where it is rather than taken away and disassembled), and when he opened the case, he said "You said someone's been managing to sew with this for the last 6 weeks?" Teacher confirms while looking at me like she could pin the damages on me for improper use, and he goes "That's incredible! She must have done an incredible job compensating for the way this thing would've sewn! I'd have taken it out of commission from the beginning. I'll have to take it apart and rebuild it." She looked like she wanted to slap me, especially when 3 other girls praised me. That was definitely the final straw for never speaking to me again. The same school year, in a different class, it was reports time. We weren't supposed to read our reports and instead take them home, but being 15 year olds, we obviously all read them, which the teachers allowed. I noticed a report for one subject I was excelling at had a really negative report that didn't make sense to me, talking about not finishing work I had, and I'd gotten a good grade on. At the end of the section, it used a boy's name. I figured I must've been given his by mistake. When other students were talking, I realised said teacher had literally copy and pasted the same report for everyone, just changing the name, but she'd forgotten to on a few people's. I reported it (my autistic arse didn't see fear at rocking the boat, just injustice) and it was like it opened the flood gates for others to do so, and there was a cascade of reporting, until a letter went out to parents saying to ignore that report. Some students could've been punished at home for failing that class, when they hadn't, the teacher just couldn't be bothered reviewing every student individually, so just picked a student who was doing average to copy and paste.
I once had a teacher give me a report and it ended up way longer than planned because, as it turns out, I can't fit a biography of Edgar Allen Poe into two pages. So after reading a few books about him, gathering my citations and such, I spent every lunch period in the library typing it up on a crappy 90s computer, intending to print it out. Despite that, I didn't manage to get it typed up in time and I just basically had to turn in my rough draft which was written in three different inks. She made a spectacle of me in front of the class explaining that no one in college would accept that kind of paper. To this day, decades later, I despise that woman. The only valuable thing she taught me is that hard work and dedication isn't valuable when it's directed towards someone that won't take the time to recognize it. At least the librarian who saw me skipping lunch every day to come in and type showed me sympathy.
I signed up for an auto repair course many years ago at a local college in my hometown. There was the instructor and his assistant and no other instructors. From the start of the course I had this deep suspicion that I might be misusing my time until the moment I heard the instructor say the most unbelievable words I could have imagined (working on old cars is a waste of time) then I knew I was correct. Those who know, know. For those who don’t, for many mechanics working on old vehicles is what brings the bread to the table. I dropped that course immediately.
I have one of these. I wasn’t in this teachers class the year this happened but heard about it from many students who were. I live near St.Louis, this was in 2014 shortly after the murder of Michel Brown by a Ferguson police officer. After the protests started, the teacher went on a rant about how horrible the protesters were and how they were destroying their own community. Then proceeded to call them all the n word. He did this during multiple periods that day (maybe all of them). The school did absolutely nothing. The teacher later retired after my senior year. Glad he isn’t working with children anymore.
I once called my gym teachers on not knowing the infield fly rule in softball. They didn’t like being shown up by a student. Both decided that my knowledge of said rule called for my being thrown out of the game. I had some choice words for them, as in my opinion, it was their responsibility to know the rules if they were going to teach the game. One of the teachers told me to “Go To Hell.” This was just before 8th grade graduation in 1983. I let my parents know about the situation. For once in my life they were on my side. There a few phone calls made, and I never heard anything more about it again. I decided to stand my ground, which I rarely did in those days out of fear of parental repercussions. Somehow luck was on my side that day!
It’s funny how we hate on important jobs like teachers and garbage collectors but apparently romanticize jobs like oil tycoons and millionaires who hoard money. It’s also funny how we romanticize people who have rags to riches stories but hate on those who still are in the rags part of their journey. Money isn’t the problem, classism is Edit: Spelling
It reminds me about how in the game ready or not, in the story garbage men go on strike, so in a lot of missions there’s just like 300 garbage bags at the start of the mission.
I've had tons of horrible teachers, many of which shouldn't have even graduated high school, let alone got a degree to teach. I'm not going to go into all of the horrific abuse and touchy-feely male teachers, but will give an example of how stupid all of the teachers in my elementary school were: I was disqualified from the school spelling bee for spelling the word penguin with a G instead of a Q, and the remedial math teacher had to stop everyone, including the English teachers, and show them a dictionary. Then everyone got mad because they had to redo the spelling bee and of course they all blamed me. I won, and even placed 5th at state. Suck it, school. Another time, the fourth grade computer lab teacher freaked out and was trying to get everyone to unplug their computers from the wall so that they wouldn't catch "the internet virus" on a male student's word processor. A: she was having everyone unplug power cords, not network cables; B: we did not have internet or local network, or any network cabling installed (this was before Wi-Fi and cellular data), so we didn't HAVE internet (we got it later); and C: the virus? Someone had accidentally turned on "show all characters" in the word processor and the markers that indicated spacing and paragraphs are what set her off. I calmly walked over, explained to her that I knew what was wrong, and showed her how to turn it off. She got really red and snapped at me to go sit down and told the other students to stop unplugging and get back to work. I was given dirty looks in her class the rest of the year.
lol reminds me of myself in Computer Lab in high school (1997). The teacher said that file names could only be up to 8 characters, and couldn't use special characters, only letters and numbers. This was true for DOS, but we were using Windows 95.
I had a bad teacher in the 4th grade, she was the spec ed teacher and iss teacher. She withheld my lunch bc "Don't work, don't eat." oh i told my mom (my parents were divorced) and she came down with her attorney and my stepdad and said "If you do not punish this teacher, we will take the school to court." She.. got a pay cut and she always gave me the stink-eye. (I had adhd and i was having a period of higher-than-normal hyperactivity.. which i found out later in life was a manic episode.) Though in HS i had this really nice teacher, he was mennonite but he said "I can see you being a college professor one day. You're highly intelligent yet you hold yourself back." In my junior year, i got all As, and in my senior year i graduated with a B average, as my math class was in the middle of a grid plotting lesson plan which was amped up due to an underclassman with a BIG mouth, which made the course a crash test into physics.. oof.
This was told to my mom but my teachers in high school senior year would call her telling her to “Stop having my anxiety attacks because I am interrupting class and bothering my classmates from learning.” *Anxiety attacks were really undiagnosed seizures caused by stress and anxiety.. aka Non epileptic seizures.
All teachers that choose humiliation over talking to the students should be banned from the profession! As shown here, it just makes it worse for the student!
I transfered middleschools during the second half of 6th grade. My report card for the previous trimester came in, as well as a little award for being an honor student. This was mailed over from my old school to my new one (same district) and arrived during my English class. My teacher handed it to me and said "nice job getting a 4.0, but you will never get an A here with that handwriting" I had just transfered from a lower income part of the district, and I also have Dysgraphia, which is a condition that affects my ability to write. I did not take that well. After I got done crying when I got home, my mom and I scheduled a meeting with the principal where both my mom and I laid into the teacher and the school itself on how they were failing to meet the requirements set by federal law, my 504 plan, the district regulations, and just as a teacher. I then went on to take honors English until 10th grade when I then took college level English courses at a community college, including 200 level classes.
My mom always went to the superintendent when the principal wouldn't do anything. Even when the problem was the principal. Got a principal fired because he was abusive to students including my brother. He held him up by the groin, the office staff witnessed and his job was de*d at that point.
My 1st grade teacher seemed to be actively against me, like she was offended about the fact I was in Quest (my district’s gifted program) a year early (you usually didn’t test for and start until 2nd grade). Things she did included: - Getting mad at me and refusing me access to my puzzle book Quest gave me for after I finished my class work to only once a day because I was “making the other students feel stupid.” - We did an in-class art project of making trees by twisting a piece of construction paper a certain way, I decided I liked mine turned in the opposite direction. When she noticed mine was different, she threw it in the trash in front of me and took away my recess to make it over again. - I don’t know if anyone else remembers A to Z reading, but basically it was a reading program where levels were harder the farther down the alphabet you went. I believe I tested at level W or so (4th/5th grade reading level). I was the only one who scored so high and so instead of giving me independent higher level work, she stuck me in a group that was like K or something (2nd grade reading level), and deterred me from reading higher level books (but luckily Quest gave them to me). - One that was way too extreme for a group of 1st graders. We had to do our Code Red drill (early 2000’s version of a Active Shooter drill) and we were instructed to all huddle behind her big red reading couch, and not to peek around bc the principal checked with a flashlight and could see eyes if someone was peeking. The part that scared me and probably most of my classmates, was she told us that “if a bad person ever comes in here to hurt you all, I will lay on top of you to protect you all with my life”. LIKE MAM these are 1st graders and you are telling us that we would have to lie under the corpse of our teacher if someone tried to hurt us.
Don't perfectly recall the words used as it was eleven years ago, but in year three, we had this assistant teacher whom I did not like but unfortunately, he taught us every monday. I distinctly recall one day, I was rocking on my chair while he was teaching (I don't exactly sit still easy, and he had thrown my open pencil case across the room a few weeks before for drawing on my hands, so what was I to do?) and he paused the lesson to chew me out and give me the regular "You'll fall off your chair if you keep doing that" excuse for yelling at my nine-year-old self. I pointed out that I was being very careful actually, feet staying on the floor and hands ready to grab the desk just in case even though I'd never even had a close call before. Then, he shoved my chair, and surprise surprise, I fell off! And this man had the gall to blame me for it, "I told you so" style. Joke's on you, Mr Roberts, but I still have a habit of rocking on my chair and haven't fallen off it since! I do however, have an ADHD diagnosis now, which does probably explain some things. But anyways, let's lighten the mood a little with Mr Roberts' favourite joke he'd tell us at least once a week, that somehow had everyone convinced he was the funniest man alive: How many sides does a circle have? Two; an inside and an outside! Now you laugh. Apparently.
Slamming sanitary workers is a huge low. Think of how much garbage a city creates in a day, or a week. If we had no one to come pick it up, then it would quickly pile up. Sanitary workers are one of the most important workers in a city.
Thankfully, this is the only story I have. This happened about 2 years ago, during the last period of the day. Our math teacher told us all that he would smack us if he were allowed to. The only thing stopping him was that he would go to jail if he did it. Most of my classmates were total jerks, especially when they had him, and he was DONE with their behaviour, but I’m still shocked that he said that. Not long afterwards, the school announced that the teacher in question was “retiring”. What’s odd about this is not long before he had said that he wouldn’t be retiring anytime soon, even though he was an older teacher. No one has heard from him since.
Omg this just brought up a repressed memory- in 7th grade I asked why I had gotten a question wrong on a test we had, the teacher looked at it puzzled put it on the overhead projector to show the whole class and said something along the lines of “you have to be stupid to not see that you clearly did it wrong” whole class starts laughing- he then proceeds to look over the rest of my test again the whole class watching and says “I can’t even tell what you were trying to write here the numbers aren’t even what is written in that problem and I don’t know whether that’s a plus or a minus sign but whatever it is it’s wrong. You’re in middle school you should know how to do this by now.” I was mortified and cried, I never asked for help in math again in middle school and subsequently got straight D’s. High school rolls around and the first math teacher I have privately says to me that they’re concerned about my math work, long story short turns out I have dyscalculia (basically number dyslexia) they helped me get into the right math classes that were for kids who struggled in math/ had learning disabilities. We had three teachers in each class to help us (about 14 students total) and moved at a slow pace, I got straight A’s in math from that point on.
There's a certain feeling of gratification I get when the parents of these kids defend their children and make the teachers take accountability for their horrible actions. These are the parents we all need in our lives.
Im adhd & as a child i struggled with it so much especially academically, but despite it all with the help of my mom, an actually understanding school, and my sheer will as much as a child could have, I managed to consistently be an honor student from preschool to junior high. The rank didn't matter much to me, this was a very important source of pride for me bc i was deeply insecure about my academic abilities and me being on the honor roll was basically proof to myself that I tried my best, that I've overcome my mental disorder. Everyone was proud of me especially when they've all been witness to how different i behaved than other kids (it was a small school with a population of a hundred or less w/ most students having been there since preschool, everyone was close with everyone, even the parents). But I will forever remember the one time a teacher wasn't so understanding One year in 3rd grade we got a new subject teacher. She was alright, just a little strict but not a terror. But she was always the no nonsense type, didn't tolerate it when kids started acting like, well, kids, in her class. Around this time metal pencil cases were popular & I also had one. This particular day I kept accidentally dropping mine on the floor bc I kept fidgeting in my seat. Naturally it would make clanging sounds whenever it dropped. Understandably she got irritated by the distraction this would cause, but on the third drop her immediate response was to blow up and yell at me at how stupid i was. She walked to the wall where the names of the honor students were displayed, dug her finger into my name, and basically said that bc I was so stupid and such a noisy child, I didn't deserve to have my name on that list. In fact, she was going to go to the principal's office and make sure that i would never be on the honor roll ever again. She constantly repeated that I was stupid and didn't deserve my accolades. As I stated, being an honor student was important to me, and being a 3rd grader I believed her and cried about it. I thought, all my efforts to be a good student and it goes down the drain bc i was a stupid adhd child who couldn't sit still and caused distractions even if accidentally. I didn't tell my mom bc I didn't think it was important, but I told her in passing years later and she was horrified, said that that was actual bullying. Sadly the teacher was gone from that school so no action could've been done against her anymore
When I was a nanny, one of the girls I had been raising was crying while doing her math homework. She told me that understand the lesson. I asked if she told me that she had asked her teacher that she needed help. The teacher said that wasn’t her problem. I was livid and told her that it is her problem. Her job is teach the subject and if the method she utilized didn’t work that she was responsible to find a way to way that would. I explained the homework to her and she was able to do the assignment. Years later and this student is now a middle school math teacher.
Middle schooler here, my 6th grade Math teacher used to say "Do NOT talk back to me" as i was trying to explain what i was confused on. I was very close once to beating her with the Five Nights At Freddys encyclopedia i had brought to school with me
oooh i have my own little stories! ok so: 1) i was in 4th grade and my ADHD was still undiagnosed. due to this, i despises organising things. so when we were doing a re-organising of our desks, my 4th grade teacher looked at mine, gor super angry and threw my desk right over. he yelled at me, calling me lazt and sending me to the office. and this teacher had a weird discipline system, and when i got back i had like 4 demerits? wrecked my self esteem, never told my parents. 2) i was in 2nd grade, and still undiagnosed. one day in my 2nd grade classroom, we were colouring/drawing on workbooks. i'm not kidding when i say i was just drawing little stick figures and blankets and pillows, creating a house. apparently that was not the task, the task was to colour. so rather than being nice about it and kindly reminding me to colour instead of draw, she took the book and showed it to the whole. class. she said something like "this isn't what we're supposed to do, right?" and the kids agreed. so she yelled something at me and slammed another book on my desk, and while crying, i just coloured. i just coloured thru my tears while being laughed at by the whole, damn, class. by far the worst 2 experiences of my school years, and i'm still mad at those 2 teachers.
OH YEAH, i forgot: 3) i was in 6th grade right? just a normal day in my life, still not diagnosed with ADHD. so when i went to go do an assignment at recess, i was hungry. i was hungry cus i had not eaten nearly enough that day, so i grabbed like a granola bar or something. i go to eat it, and this woman TAKES IT OUT OF MY HAND. TAKES IT OUT OF MY HAND AND SAYS "you can eat later, you're doing work. you don't need distractions." AS IF EATING WAS A DISTRACTION????? LIKE HOW PSYCHOTIC??? and there's more. however that's just a whole other can of trauma that i don't quite wanna get into right now!
Mine was the 6th - 8th grade English teacher. She was already disliked by most students but had a vendetta against me in particular. This was a tiny school in a tiny town; our whole grade level had only 15 kids. I was the "out of towner" so to say. I had only been there since 2nd grade, my family didn't go to the local catholic church like everyone else, and I didn't fit in well with most of my peers due to being seen as the "weird kid". At the time, I was struggling with undiagnosed Adhd and Autism, and thus, I was struggling in school. One subject I did like was English, because I love reading and writing. However, since she had a problem with me, she made my 6th grade year a living hell. One time, I wrote a creative writing essay on the (at the time) current BP oil spill. She gave me an F, saying I plagiarized it all because it was "too well written." My mom came to the school and chewed her out because, guess what? I didn't plagiarize. She only bumped it up to a C, though. Then, one day, I wore a (KID'S) shirt that said something and then Saloon. She told me I shouldn't wear that because it's "bad". I was super self-conscious until some 8th graders told me there was nothing wrong with my shirt and "she's just being mean." Anyway, fast forward a couple of months, and she accuses my family of running a METH LAB out of our apartment because I was bad at completing homework, and my parents smoked... yeah, cps and the cops didn't agree. After that she didn't do anything for a while until one day she exploded on the class, ranting about "parents these days" and how "I knew how to raise my kids but all these new parents are gonna kill their kids!" She ranted the whole time and was gone the next day. I switched schools at the end of that year, and she resigned a year later. I saw her in high school when she was a sub for the PE teacher and tried to ask me about my family. I politely told her never to ask about my family again (and told my curious classmates what she had done before) and haven't seen her since. I do know her husband divorced her, though. Screw you, Mrs. Resthoff, I hope you never teach another child again.
6th grade homeroom teacher tried to convince me, over the course of a few months, that my parents secretly didn’t love me. Not oversimplifying here, that was literally what she did. Also she spent a lot of time insulting me over things that I later discovered were just the results of my at-the-time undiagnosed autism. I hope she hasn’t treated any other students like that since I left. It breaks my heart to imagine anyone else in that situation.
Elementary school, a sub was was hated by everyone. He refused to let you get up for pencil sharpening or bathroom breaks. To make it worse we couldn't ask questions. He just handed out packets and we had to figure it out. He was subbing for a math class and my friend next to me asked a question to me since I was actually good at math during this time. I answered and he just went off. Yelled and I quote 'this is not a democracy! This is a dictatorship and I am your dictator!' There was more but that was the only part that stuck with me all these years. We later wrote a letter and had the entire class sign it before giving it to the principal about this incident. No idea what happened to him but never saw him again.
Back in high school I had a Spanish teacher that screamed out she hates black people which is insane cause the majority of students in the whole school were black It was caught on camera by one of the students and it made the rounds and it eventually lead to her getting fired
Garbage man here listening to this at work. Teacher is mad that i didnt waste my money on a masters degree while simultaneously making more than a teacher. Im not saying a teacher doesnt deserve more money, because they definitely do. But on the other hand im not going around calling teachers stupid.
I want to share a good story. I had a teacher. He was teaching art. I was never good in that subject, but he was just a cutie. For one project we had to build a house. And I named all my house parts so i could keep them apart later. My teacher came to me and asked me what i wanted to do as an adult. I told him i wanted to be a doctor. He said: "You are not only gonna be a doctor, you are gonna lead a hospital." For the first time I felt like I could achieve anything. Not a doctor, but a midwife-to-be and very happy.
Not a teacher story, but the story of the teacher installing a fear of cops into a student made me think of a story from this past spring! My oldest son (6 at the time) is Autistic and we are teaching him things that most would consider common sense (don't steal, don't mess with things that aren't yours, etc.) Well while working a 3 day vendor event at my hometown my son decided to walk 3 vendors down and steal a $1 toy from their booth. When me and my husband found out we made him go back, pay for it, and apologize. We also explained that people go to jail for stealing and he was instantly like "oh no I don't wanna go to jail". Well since this was a multi-day event with all vendors leaving their trailers and canapés over night every morning a city cop would come by and ask if any product had been stolen the night before. When the cop walks up to our booth and asks "was anything stolen lastnight" my so FREAKS OUT and starts bawling saying "I swear I'll never steal again! I went back and paid for the toy! Mr. Police man I promise on mama and daddy and sister and aunt Mar I will never EVER do it again!" The cop sat there for a minute (clearly trying not to laugh) and knelt down by my son and says "well you better not because I don't think you'd do good in jail!"
Chronic migraines and epilepsy. This led to, you guessed it, bullying. Which led to anxiety and depression. Everything boils over in junior high with a meltdown when my teachers refuse to acknowledge or allow my coping tools, and I get suspended for "Unnecessarily acting out" and "being unwilling to follow basic instructions." Frankly, if my friend hadn't recorded the whole thing I may not have gotten the help I needed. It took a furious call from both my parents and pediatrician to remind them that, no, they can't just ignore medical conditions and instructions just because they don't believe in it. Hearing my doctor had berated them for "being unwilling to follow basic instructions" was the highlight of that year. Needless to say, he was my hero for a while.
When I was in second grade, my parents called me bright while talking to my teacher and she said, “yeah I don’t think he’s all that bright”. A month later I got put in the excel program 😂
I went to about special schools in middle school because I have autism. Why’d I switch so much, you may ask? The teachers and rules were horrible. There was one moment that made me ask my parents to switch schools on the spot. This my second year there, The first one had it’s issues but I pulled through because of my teacher, who could be a bit strict when she needed to but was overall wonderful. Next year however, she got promoted and had to leave her class to a new teacher. Even after she left she would still set her position aside and be called in to comfort me. The new teacher however was awful and it didn’t even seem like she wanted to be there. I want you to keep this in mind for what she says next, that this was a special school ment to help kids. I constantly draw, and around this time I had started to push aside my work so I could draw more. At some point, I had a break down and after which I decided to confess to my teacher about why I’d been having such a hard time. A lot of it is personal, and even stuff involving the school is stuff I wouldn’t like to talk about. But essentially I bawled my eyes out to her and told her about how I felt and how I think it’s why I have such a difficult time. Then, word for word, she flat out says: “I don’t believe you.” Could not handle that crap. Soon as I got home, I told my parents and they had a serious talk with her. I ended up asking to be moved back to one of my previous schools out of desperation, but I couldn’t have made a worse choice. It was even worse, but I couldn’t exactly change right after the other. This one wasn’t necessarily a single incident, every day sucked, so I won’t go over it. But thank god, on my last year I ended up going to a normal school and It was amazing. I even ended up going to an assembly there, where David Renalds delivered this incredible presentation about his life story and the ‘Hero’s Journey’ and how it plays apart in our lives. For those who don’t know him, he essentially grew up watching the original Star Wars films and ended up becoming one of the most influential people in the history of the series, coming up with most of the stuff we have now. I was still decently interested in Star Wars at the time l, so hearing that was incredible. Shoutouts to David and my original teacher. You guys are wonderful.
This reminds me of some thing that happened to my mother she was born in the 60s so keep that in mind. From what I remember she scored either perfect or nearly perfect on the SATs and the guidance counselor told her that she shouldn’t worry about that that people like you Don’t need to know about that. (She’s Mexican/Native American who came to the US and a kid) anyways she is a professor with at least one published book I may have my own gripes with my mother as I haven’t spoken to her in five years for my own personal reasons but I can acknowledge that she is incredibly smart. Racism is very interesting
“The teacher’s word will always surpass that of the student, even if the teacher is wrong.” I was told this in senior year in 2015, this single statement summed up how public schools regarded their students and their authority.
I had a teacher in Pre-Calculus, that got upset when I asked her about an equation that she wrote on the board, wrong. She got upset, then told me to NEVER correct her, and just accept her teachings as correct, even if they aren’t. I got transferred out of that class in about 3 weeks, because the valedictorian heard this, and reported to the principal. The following year, that teacher was gone. I got another one. My prior band director the year before my junior year, made me a section leader for my junior year, before he left for grad school. In comes the new band director, who called a meeting with section leaders. When I showed up, she was like, “but you’re a junior.” She had a bone to pick with me from week one, to the point that I walked out of her class. I was also in choir, so when I told my choir director, he gave me section leader for the Tenors. Fast forward to a couple of weeks when he had to be out of class, and the band director had to cover our class. When she asked for the section leaders, I stood up. She was very upset about that, and wanted to ignore me for the entire time our choir director was out.
The worst thing a teacher ever said to me was in college...my freshman year, I had a weird situation where I had a chemistry credit without ever having taken a chemistry class. I was worried since the chemistry class I was going to go into assumed you had SOME knowledge of chemistry, but since I didn't I sent an email to the professor explaining my situation and asking for resources I might use to supplement her class/catch up. Her response was simply: "If you don't know high school chemistry, maybe you should go back to high school." Jokes on her, I am fuelled by spite and managed to swing a B in that class through sheer unbridled wrath, but I still get residual bad feelings anytime chemistry is brought up...
I was an anxious kid in elementary school and had my share of frequent flier miles to the nurse’s office. A majority of my complaints were probably psychosomatic, save for some sore throats and some episodes of vomiting that were attributed to lactose intolerance, but they were real enough to me. Anyway, the general attitude toward kids like me (and kids in general really) was either “You’re faking it” or “You’re just nervous,” not “Hey, you come in here a lot with this kind of complaint; what’s going on? Do you want to talk about it?” so I learned which nurses were most likely to be dismissive of my concerns and which were actually nice. This day in third grade I had the mean nurse. I was having some intense GI pain after lunch because of how greasy the pizza was (not to mention the dairy content). She let me lay down for a few minutes but told me to go back to class. My stomach cramps did not get better. I tried to tough it out but finally begged my teacher (the only one at that school besides my kindergarten teacher that actually liked me) to call my mom because (and I believe I told her this) I knew the nurse wouldn’t listen to me. She did and let me lay down in class while I waited for my mom.
When I was nine or ten years old, I was supposed to take a computer class, this was in the late 90s. It was basic computer stuff, typing mostly. In order to pass the class, you had to read some phrases off a piece of paper and type them into a document in a given amount of time. I couldn't do it. I'm nearly blind. I remember the teacher grabbing me by the back of my shirt, yanking me out of my chair, throwing me onto the floor while screaming at me that my mother should have had an abortion. I failed the class. I also once had a teacher yell at me in front of the entire class for 'writing too big'. I was trying to write between two tactile lines on a piece of paper with a permanent marker. I think I was six or seven. Needless to say, I did not like school.
the worst thing i’ve ever seen a teacher say was in 2nd or 3rd grade, it wasn’t to me but to another classmate. we had walked in from recess and sat down at our desks. we noticed that the teachers folders were laying on another classmates desk, next to the teachers desk. he had his desk near the teachers desk due to him being fairly aggressive, often causing trouble and getting into fights. he was a polish immigrant and had a pretty thick accent, his mom was also a single immigrant mom trying to make ends met. i’ve later realized that he was trying to form a shell, i think his home life wasn’t the best. the student walks in and looks confused as to why the teachers things have been tampered with and were on his desk. he sits down, does not touch them at all, and waits for the teacher like we usually do. everybody had seen him out on recess, it would’ve been impossible for him to go in and also pretty stupid to tamper with the teachers things. anyway, our teacher walks in and sees this kid and immediately blows up. she starts accusing him of destroying her work, he defends himself and she screams louder than i’ve ever heard her scream “It’s always you, you fucking did this, you’ll never be anything.”. he started bawling and just repeated that he didn’t do anything. btw, this kid NEVER cried. everyone was shocked and some girls tried to comfort him and our teacher snapped backed and called them something alongside “you little brats, don’t pretend you fucking care about him.” and basically forced the girls away. pretty sure he sat outside the classroom bawling while everyone else were tense asf. btw, the teacher in question had never done anything like this ever before. she was the teacher to always help out the kids who were struggling, she was honestly one of the best teachers i’ve had in terms of communication and education. everyone thought she’d have compassion for this kid as she was a immigrant as well (the immigration politics is really intense in my country, a lot of racism and one of the leading political parties is a nationalist party with a nazi history). really confused everyone, because we knew he never touched her things and never went inside during recess. on top of that i’m pretty sure the classrooms were locked when class wasn’t in session, and our classroom was on the 2nd floor and teachers would 100% notice if any kid went inside.
I used to have an English teacher that everyone in class hated. She purposely gave us work that was harder than other classes, she lectured us everyday, she never even made an attempt to bond with us. One day, she had the audacity to say that we were making HER life miserable. (Most of the time we did nothing wrong and a fellow teacher of hers would just tell her she overheard students saying they didn’t like her.)
Two stories, both times the same teacher. In 7th grade he called the whole class “Missgeburten” (freaks) for being noisy. Same year he wanted us all to stand in a circle with one classmate in the middle and insult him. We refused. I have more stories, how he was a horrible teacher. The teacher left the school after the first semester of 8th grade, because “we were bullying him”.
Once in english class a 17 or 18 yo girl was eating a snickers or something like that and the teacher m/50-60 said "yeah push it in your mouth😏" as a joke in front of the whole class. The fact that the teacher was known for staring at girls butts really didn't help to make the situation less uncomfortable.
Here is a good story to tell everyone in the world that there are many good teachers out there. So in 6th grade I was in my 3rd period science class and I accidently forgot to grab my book and my band binder and left it in her class. I only realized this at 5th period, so at the end of the day I told Ms Harrington what had happened and she said she would try to look for it. The next day she didn't find it but she genuinely felt bad and pulled out some money from her little cabin behind her desk so I could buy a new one. She is so awesome for that. And for my book she tried to search for it for a long time and asked the librarian with no success so after 2 or 3 days she had bought me a brand new exact copy of the book I had. It rlly warmed my heart and truly made my day, because ik she didn't have to do it especially because of the low salary teachers get these days. Thank you once again Ms. Harrington. Although she's not the most perfect teacher in the world I love having her as a teacher so much and I hope that she continues her career as a teacher even though she is in a wheelchair. ❤ to Ms. Harrington
When I was in fifth grade our teacher was constantly promoting dating in fifth grade and put 1 pair of students who had dated in her 20 year career got married also accused me of cheating on standardized testing where I scored well over 99th percentile I believe I got a 275 on a test where second place was 203 and average was 150 the reason I was able to score so high was I actually took my time about 10-15 minutes per question equaling around 10 hours over multiple days when everyone else did the test in under an hour. I have many weaknesses in school such as not being able to write intelligible English as a high school student. This teacher also knew I had gone to a college to take the sat and had scored a perfect then utterly failed on the reading test only scoring in the 80th percentile of my grade of test takers. Which was sad because if I had gotten to the 90th they were offering 1k for future college scholarship if I went to any college in the us. Anyway horrible teacher.
Not the worst thing, but great story of instant karma on a jerk teacher. One test I was the only student to pass, with a 78 at that. Teacher attempts to shame class by saying if they studied like I did they would have passed. I immediately correct him; "I didn't study at all, I just happen to be personally interested in this specific subject." Teacher hated me after that, but it got me some clout.
Not a teacher, but I had a bus driver say it was my own fault that I (7F at the time) was being bullied by two boys that were 3-4 years older than me. They teased me to the point of tears every day. Can't remember too much of it now, but yeah, not cool. As for the kid that had a panic attack over the teachers not explaining what would happen during puberty, I totally get them. Not knowing is terrifying, especially if you know something is going to happen, every one is making a big deal about it, but no one will tell you a thing. I'm so glad my parents explained puberty (both boy and girl) to my brother and I before I even started showing signs. Didn't confuse or freak me out when things started happening (I was actually excited when I hit certain milestones), and bro never got on my case about things I couldn't control.
My top 5 (California, USA): 1. My 8th grade English teacher would get frustrated at this one kid who talked a lot. She'd audibly say, "I'm gonna unalive that kid." No one ever did anything. 2. My 1st grade teacher would get so mad she said she ought spank us until our butts are red and we weren't even able to sit down. Oh, and when I was eligible to skip a grade due to my high performancez she procrastinated on the paperwork until the deadline hit and I lost my eligbility before we could even make a decision (my mom didn't want it anyways because she wanted me to have a normal childhood with kids my age, but she was upset we never got the chance to even discuss it.) The teacher would also mock anyone who fell down and encourage the class to join in. 3. my 7th grade Algebra teacher bragged about how 20% of the class would fail and get kicked out. Meanwhile, he'd make 0 effort to explain it any other way unless the district came to observe, then he'd switch styles and textbooks. Yes, he used an unauthorized textbook. Our class also started weeks before the official start of the semester. 4. My 8th grade Algebra teacher (yes, I flushed out) was super strict. She asked why I didn't turn in the homework. When I explained personal stuff and homework from other classes, she comforted me, shared breathing exercises, and helped me manage my stress. I felt better and motivated, but it turned out she called my parents and berated me for making excuses instead of doing my homework. I felt betrayed at how she acted supportive to my face, then talked smack behind my back to my parents. Another time, a kid was being bothered in class by his friend and couldn't hear the teacher. He turned around and asked him to stop, but the teacher kicked the kid out for disrupting the class. His friend admitted what he did and offered to leave instead, but the teacher would have none of it. His friend was a bit of a bully too and often disrupted others, but somehow never got in trouble. 5. A classmate in elementary school was obese and the doctor told her mom to institute a diet. She had to eat smaller lunches consisting of fruit and veggies, but her mom snuck her some sugary cereal too. Her teacher (who was obese herself) freaked out and took this as body-shaming and she was starving her child, so she threatened to call child protective services. The mom explained that this was ordered by the doctor and she was being lenient, but the teacher projected her own negative experiences and made threats. She also tried to manipulate the girl into calling it abuse despite the girl also pointing out the doctor's orders. This was over a decade before body positivity was mainstream.
My old high school teacher cleverly found a way to tell me, when I was a student, that I was going to die from being "morbidly obese" (I _am_ overweight, but nowhere near the point of being morbidly obese; but that isn't the point -- no adult in a position of power should mock a minor like that) Of course, he couldn't SAY those exact words, so he went about it in a different way: I was having an episode of hypoglycemia mid-class, and I needed to raise my blood sugar fast, so I pulled out half a donut (a birthday treat) and began nibbling on it. My teacher stopped in the middle of lecture, side-eying me, and said to the class, "Y'know, my dad died at the age of 47 from coronary artery disease. It wasn't a surprise, considering that he was morbidly obese. His favorite foods were cheeseburgers, hotdogs, and _donuts."_ He continued to side-eye me and cleared his throat, and he would _not_ resume lecture until I -- in embarrassment -- put my half of a donut away. Only _then_ did he resume where he left off, as-if he didn't just awkwardly shoehorn in a depressing tangent about his dad. I didn't have anything else on me that had sugar in it (I, a fool, thought that the donut would have been enough for the day), so I progressively got more woozy and nauseous as class went on. _Fortunately_ I managed to not only keep it together until class ended, but until I could get to the lunch room to eat my donut in peace. Sometimes, though, I kind of wish I passed out mid-class so that I would have had an irrefutable claim that that _jerk_ was being cruel to me.
A substitute in grade 2 told me I was an idiot and would never amount to anything. I told my favourite teacher and they were pulled and we never saw her again.
I have an Indian classmate, yes they smell like “Indian food”. However, I personally think she smells great and whenever I’m around her I always crave Indian food. Everyone else that I know agrees with me that Indian food has a great smell and is delicious overall.
"Your spelling is so bad, writing every word in the dictionary three times will not help you!" ...That was what my teacher told me one day. In front of the whole class. I was in THIRD GRADE! My mum was livid. Fifth Grade, I was getting bullied badly. It was the early 2000s, and the TV always told me to STOMP OUT BULLYING "Tell a teacher!" So I told my teacher. "DON'T be a SNITCH! No one likes a Snitch!" She never helped me. If anything, she made things WORSE for me. Last one, but not a teacher... High School. 10th Grade. Those SAME KIDS THAT WERE BULLYING ME were still bullying me. At this point, we found out I have Autism, and one of my doctors gave me a note saying that, if I was getting a panic attack, I'd be allowed to go to a special room to calm down. Problem was that the special room was run by a teacher who handled both the middle schools and high school for the troubled kids. She had promised she'd be there for me when I needed her...but she was NEVER THERE! So, instead, I would go to the Nurses office. Before now, the nurse was AMAZING! She knew me and knew my struggles. But...this year, for some reason she was replaced with the nurse from my middle school who HATED me. (I would try to get out of school A LOT because I couldn't deal with all the bullying). So, I went to the nurse, showed her the note that SAID I could stay there to calm down. "Gosh OP, you are ALWAYS trying to get out of class! You aren't going to stay here. GO BACK TO CLASS and don't skip!" I didn't go back to class. I went to the bathrooms and called my mum, who was SO LIVID! I...dropped out of school a few months later.
Zmaro "Sammy" Sellers, special education, Ontario High School, Ontario California, 1998. "You're a horrible influence on everyone around you, and you don't deserve to have friends in school, at home, or when you start working, at work either!" I turned her in to the school councilor. They got back in touch with me later that week (or the next week, I don't remember what day it was) and said that Sammy admitted to everything I reported her for saying, but that was her last year teaching so they weren't going to do anything. I'm a state-trained disability advocate, ordained minister, NAMI facilitator, was offered a job as a psychologist once I have the degree for it, and am currently attending college to get that psychology degree. No one will remember you for anything positive, horrible old lady. Edit: Positive time! Randy Johnston, science teacher I had in 7th and 8th grade. Super cool dude, and funny. He did a lot of "pop quiz"es, but I like tests. Finished quick. Then I watched Randy because I wasn't doing anything else. He pulled out a paperclip and rubber band, and shot at a student (didn't hit them) that would usually bully some of the others, maybe me, I don't remember. That's all the test was! Just to get the jerk kid to not look while the teacher flung stuff at him. Heh.
I’ve had a teacher say going to my grandpa’s funeral wasn’t an excuse for missing school. I was in the 5th grade, I held in my tears, and at recess I cried the entire time.
Huh. This reminds me of a high school memory I haven't thought about in years. A substitute teacher overheard me making a suicidal joke to a friend. She took me aside and told me to find jesus, and that Jesus would heal all mental illnesses. I told her, confused, I was already christian and that I was just joking. She said I clearly didnt know god enough if I still felt like I wanted to kms. I just smiled and nodded and waited for this conversation end. Never saw that teacher again, though I doubt thats related. I haven't thought about this memory in years. As an adult, I'm horrified that any adult would see what they thought was a genuinely suicidal teen and take it as a moment to proselytize.
I remember another one sadly. It took me a minute to really remember what happened. I was in the 7th grade, same school as the first comment I made, and my math teacher pulled me out of the class to talk to me. Let me say this now that I was obsessed with eating ice at the time and had a lil baggy. When the class was over I had forgotten a couple times to throw the bag away before I left. Teacher takes me out the classroom and tells me that I’ve ruined one of his students homework. Told me that that student does way better than me and that it pisses him off to see their work get ruined because of someone like me and that apologizing won’t make it any better. I didn’t even get a chance to talk, apologize, nothing. I really didn’t mean to ruin their work, I wasn’t doing it intentionally and I think he even asked me if I did it on purpose or even cared. I stopped eating ice, I stopped talking to the teacher, I stopped participating in class like I used to. I became very quiet. I was still dealing with everything going on at home and that whole discussion felt like when my parents would grill me for things that weren’t even as serious as they made it out to be. I never had a voice at home and now I didn’t have a voice at school. I’m surprised I’m still here now. Yeah the story isn’t that bad but to a kid whose constantly being yelled at at home and can’t even reply to what they say cuz they don’t care about what I have to say or believe that I truly do things on purpose to spite people when that isn’t the case, then to have the same things happen at school really doesn’t help. Even my English teacher (from the same. Fucking. School. Treated me like I wasn’t gonna be shit in life…..I repressed it so much that it hurt to bring it back up
Not to me, but I remember being told by a friend that the counselor at our school said that their very possible schizophrenia was caused by depression. Pretty sure that the hallucinations they have are caused by depression but okay
I'm German and have quite a big family (we were 4 Siblings) which wasn't very common to the time. I went to Elementary School around the early 2000. I was in first or second grade to that time, when we had a lice-problem in our Class/School. And my Main Teacher back then told my Class, who were already teasing me about having lice, that I would have a big family and stuff like that would be very common in that case. As a Child I didn't really thought much of it but later I realized, she basically called me dirty because I had a bigger than normal Family. She also tried to make me write and work with my right hand to the time I learned I was left handed. But my mom quickly put a stop to it. And something I just remembered, I had to get extra "drawing-lessons/Homework" because she didn't like, that I was drawing Potato-Humans instead of real ones. I was maybe 6 or 7 at that time
In third grade we had to do standardised testing. After the results came in; I went in to use the washroom during recess. I overheard the four third grade teachers talking in the hall about the test scores. Mrs. R1 was the slow learners teacher(that is was it was called back then), Mrs. P was a standard class teacher, Mrs. R2 was the second standard class teacher(my class), and Mrs. Z was the advanced class teacher. I heard my name mentioned. Mrs. P said that she thought I should be moved to Mrs. Z's class. That she always knew I was just bored in class, and that is why I was so "disruptive". It turns out I have ADHD that was not yet diagnosed. Mrs, Z quickly said "No way could SHE keep up in her class and that I should really be in Mrs, R1's class". Mrs. R1 said; "I saw the test results and there is no way she should be in my class". Mrs R2 said I had clearly cheated on the test so the results were wrong. Mrs, P asked how I could possibly have cheated since Mrs R2 insisted I be seated right at the front where the supervisor could "keep an eye on me". Mrs R2 point out that the person supervising had to come up and erase more than half of my bubble sheet "because she saw me looking around at other's answer sheets".(I found out he real reason for that years later). Mrs P said she would ask for me to be transferred to her class since it is clear that they weren't interested in teaching me anything. Mrs R2 said; "There is no way I can allow you to have to deal with THAT CHILD, so she should just stay where I can keep her in line". This teacher also said and did other thing to me as well.
A long time ago in an elementary in Washington State, I was in a special needs class due to my ASD, and the teacher had assistants who would berate the children and make fun of them whenever the main teacher left the room. They would say things like "Don't be like Timmy, he's so ret**ded that the only thing he knows how to do is scream like a little b**ch." and also things like "You dumb**ses are only here because your motherfu**ing parents don't love you enough to teach you themselves, and need a break from your miserable lives." These same teachers also got away with physical abuse whenever possible. Using the back of their hands to make a point. I can't express how happy I was when my Mom came to pick me up early one day, and while in the office signing release forms, caught a glimpse of the teacher assistant dragging me by the wrist down the hallway at twice the speed I could walk (I was literally tripping over myself and on my knees being dragged). I never saw that class, or those teachers again in my life.
Some of these are extremely light. We all had a lot worse and rarely someone was affected. In 95% of the cases the teacher isn't responsible for someone's fail, but they cling to that thing to blame it for everything bad in life. Yeah some things in the video are heavy stuff, but most can be moved on from fairly quickly
my grade 6 teacher told me that my classmates thought i was annoying... (granted, i did talk a lot, but im neurodivergent and cant help it, its just how i am) its been over 10 years and i still think that ppl think im annoying because of her. screw you, ms. cleave
i was told in high school i was in grade 9, i really wanted to do Chinese as a subject for year 10. i wasn't the smartest with English but i can pick up different languages really well. the teacher said to me and i quote "Why do you want to do that? You're too stupid." still fills me with rage to this day. after that i gave up with my high school life. jokes on them i still passed with C without trying
I sometimes wish I could get in on these vids. For this one, I've got stories from university teachers that are as bad as some of these. One teacher started the semester with, "If you don't like the way I teach, you can just tell me to f*ck off." That's no way to begin an educational relationship. His method was "abuse and antagonise", which I do not find to be conducive to learning. He had nothing to teach, and said so with everything at his disposal. The only thing I learned was that I should have fulfilled his request at the start of the semester as soon as he laid it out. He recently celebrated 40 years of teaching - it boggles the mind how a man can manage a profession for four decades and not demonstrate the slightest qualification for it.
Garbage men is one of the most respectable jobs out there for me, right up next to firemen. We would be so screwed without them. I would hope my future kid would aspire to do an important job like that
an old substitute of mine, pretty old (like 50-60) named mr. O told a class of 6-7 year olds that one student, K, would be a better college student and be more successful than any of the us in the class because she turned the paperwork in first, didn't scream, and was the bare-minimum of respectful to the substitute. i'm also like 60% sure he was racist bc K was very white and she was the only student he liked + the rest of us were either not white or just weren't liked by mr. O for some reason. this was ages ago, but i vaguely remember one of my friends being shouted at by him because he asked some1 for help while mr. O was walking around the room and saying "be quiet" or something. again i don't remember every detail but by far my least fav substitutes
My 4th grade teachers openly berated me for talking about my feelings. Called me things like "baby" and "unmanly". She also bullied and singled me out as well as purposely fail me in assignments, telling me that I cheated (I didn't). The rest of my teachers were garbage too.
My first voice teacher was terrible to me. Things were fine at first, but once she realized I wasn't progressing to her standard, she started treating me worse than everyone else. She told me I wasn't even good enough to get into music school. She told me to stop singing, basically, because I wasn't good enough. Eventually her treatment of me permeated the entire department, and I was being denied opportunities because of what she was telling the other faculty. I wasn't allowed to audition for recitals, join ensembles, I was given tiny solos in choir concerts. All because I was struggling to improve. It crossed the line into mental abuse about a year and a half in. I began to fear her like someone might fear an abusive stepmother. She also pressured me to visit a chiropractor for my physical disability, and blamed my continuing pain on the fact that I refused to see one. My condition is such that a chiropractor could possibly paralyze me. For three years I was treated like garbage and shuffled to the bottom for people who were "better" than me. Luckily I'm now at a college with teachers who respect me, and I just did my second audition for the music program today.
My 2nd grade teachers told us penguins were mammals instead of birds, wouldn’t admit she was wrong, and only agreed when the entire class was telling her that she was obviously wrong
My twin had some mental health issues in high school but was medicated and took her medication. The guidance counselor told her that no one wanted the crazy down the street teaching their kids. He told me there was no point in me attending university because I'd never be well enough to work. My sister didn't become a teacher but we both graduated university becoming the first people in our family to attend and graduate university.
Me, a substitute teacher: "Why do the students even like me? I literally do the bare minimum." Me, after listening to this thread: "Oh, the bar is HELL!"
I would tell my 2 bad teacher stories, but I would rather spend years writing ebooks, trying to become famous, then write a full ebook about it so that thousands of people will see it.
Years ago I was a nanny and babysitter. One of the children (middle school) I watched after school was trying to do her math homework and was crying because she couldn’t understand the assignment. She was really trying. I asked her if she asked her teacher for help. The teacher replied that it wasn’t her problem. I freaked out. I explained to the girl that it is her teacher’s problem. If the student cannot understand the method she is using, it is the teacher’s job to find a way she can understand. I reported this issue to her mother but she never complained to the teacher. I personally explained the math to my charge and then she was able to complete the homework. Now, many years later that child is now a middle school math teacher.
Story 1 really angers me. Growing up, my dad always told me that there is NO shame in working any job as long as it keeps you and your family afloat. Not to mention intelligence has nothing to do with profession. You can be a genius trash man, or a stupid teacher.
Trash men make about the same salary as teachers.
Some people suffer from such an inferiority complex, they have to put others down to seem superior.
The teacher clearly never managed to mentally mature, meaning gaining self awareness and developing empathy, which is an indication she actually has lower intelligence, ironically.
I agree with the other comment here but all in all, this angered me too. The fact that the kid wanted to do what his dad did means he really looked up to him and dad enjoyed his job. For someone to call your hero a low life is a punch to the gut. Hell, it hurt MY feelings! Poor kid 😢 I hope that interaction haunts that teacher's thoughts at night.
My grandfather used to tell me, “I don’t care what you do. If you want to be a sandwich maker, then be the best sandwich maker!” If the kid wants to be a garbage man, then be the best garbage man a/he can be!
A former coworker told both her kids growing up, “I don’t care what you want to be, but you need to want to be SOMETHING, and to try to be the best at it you can be. If you want to be a garbage man driving a garbage truck for the rest of your life, you do that, but you had BETTER be doing that to the best of your ability!” One of her sons is a fairly locally-famous and EXTREMELY talented chef. The other one back then was still young enough that he was still trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life, but he always worked hard at whatever his current job happened to be, and was a happy, confident guy. I always admired that about her. She came off as a bit gruff and/rough around the edges, but she was a fun lady to work with! Idk what she’s up to now.
It wasn't a teacher but when I was in seventh grade the PRINCIPAL of the school told my mother "I can't stop middle school girls from bullying each other. Your daughter is just going to have to develop thicker skin and deal with it." My mother pulled me out of that school that DAY, there was less than two months left in the school year. My sixth grade teacher would also tell me I would flunk out of high school at least once a week, the look on that teacher's face when I told her I would be graduating 68th in my year (out of 320) with a solid 3.0 GPA was priceless.
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Sanitation is THE MOST IMPORTANT part of public infrastructure.
And it pays well
@@jybrdmanthey make like $14 an hour where I live
@@con_lowThat's more than most US states' minimum wage
@@con_low What's minimum wage where you live?
@@AshendrisSilvermist like $7.25
A lot of these people do not deserve to be teachers 🤦🏻♀️
Especially the political party one
The so called teachers should be given a personality checkup before becoming a teacher. They are ruining that word.
The worst thing a teacher ever said/did to me was in 5th grade. My family was going through some crazy hard times and I had no shoes for a time. It was winter and we kids were required to remove our boots and change into shoes after arriving. I had only rubber galoshes. After removing my boots and being asked where my shoes were I answered that I forgot them. Every day after that the teacher made it a big thing to ask if I remembered to bring my shoes that day. Naturally I didn’t, not having any, until one day a gently used pair of shoes approximately the right size appeared in my locker. I now know that one of the boys in class told his mother and she sent a pair of his sisters shoes to me. I never forgot that teachers ignorance, insensitivity and bullying to a 10 year old girl.
I'm really sorry you went through that. That teacher was really crappy for not seeming to care about her students. I'm glad that someone else's mom did the right thing. I hope you're doing better.
@@Rooster_Rachel Thank you. I am perfectly fine and happy now, and I am also a very old woman now-just turned 68 last week. The teacher was a very young man who hopefully learned better and I still have friends and acquaintances who report that karma took care of him in a spectacular and tragic manner a few years ago.
@@KatS-q1tThat's great to hear.
@@KatS-q1tDo you know what happened to him?
My kindergarten teacher, Mrs Fabiansky , this was in the early 70’s , asked us to line up so she could give us some egg cartons to make caterpillars with, when it was my turn , she was going to give me an ugly brown carton one and I asked her if I could get a really pretty light blue one that she had nearby. She said no ,got up from her table and spanked me, also left me in a room for a few minutes that was extra to our classroom!! I didn’t tell my mom. Never forgot that incident.
Teachers are just bitter that janitors and garbage men make more money than they do.
yep, n better benefits to boot three quarters of the time. [shakes head]
As they should be. It doesn't excuse the behavior though
My husband was a custodian in a school district for over 30 yrs. Teachers resented the custodians bc they made more money than them. Custodians have to work with various cleaning agents and chemicals. They have to clean up bodily fluids that can carry diseases. They work all year round.
better to be the "lower" job person making the good bucks then to be a teacher railing a kid over their dream of helping society with waste
I'm Dyslexic and have been in SPED classes for most of my schooling. in high school, my creative writing teacher constantly ignored my file to not grade my spelling forcing me to read out loud. One day she put so much pressure to read in front of the class that I caved and gave it a try taking forever with each word so much so one of the cheerleaders in the class took over reading for me. Once the paragraph was done in front of the class this teacher looked over at me and said "You're never going to be anything more than a burger flipper at McDonald" This was 2007. I didn't go and get a super amazing job to prove her wrong but I did become a dog groomer and I loved that job. I'm still not a strong reader but writing is so much easier with the right tools that are not available.
I’ve been there too. Second grade teacher told me I should dropout of school. And my seventh grade teacher would force me to read in front of the class, knowing about my learning disability, the anxiety it brought, and often caused me to have a severe asthma attack whenever I was forced to read in front of everyone. She told me I could never learn Latin and a bunch of crap. I graduated with a master’s in history and also ranked third in the National Latin exam in high school. She refused to congratulate me whenever she ran into me.
I have adhd and anxiety and probably dyslexia (undiagnosed for the dyslexia one) but I am in SPED classes and some special ed class teachers are wonderful but a select few are total douche bags (talking about you Mrs Leo) she told me first extra help I went to that I should quit because I would pass chem last year. Screw her I passed her stupid exam 😂
Story 17: that school is either messed up or run by idiots how the heck do you report a teacher for insulting a student with cancer and get expelled for reporting them?!
Sometimes, I just lose faith in humanity
IKR?! Like in what universe does someone get penalized for literally telling something messed up someone says? HE EVEN ADMITTED TO IT!!!😡😡
@@shadowstudios7916I wish there was something like wrongful termination for schools idk maybe there is i don't know that stuff
You are sooo right. Like really expelling the for reporting the teacher is so dumb
OK I'm sorry but the "congratulations you're a forest of idiots" made me laugh out loud 😂
So as an aboriginal Aussie myself i can confirm that there are still many people like the teacher in story 47 around even to this day. The bullshit we have to put up with from people like that on a daily basis is insane, and ive even had to put up with racist teachers.
Worst thing a teacher ever did to me tho when i was in grade 9. I have psoriasis and when i was a kid/teen i was pretty much covered in sores. my HPE teacher was off on maternity leave and when she came back and saw me covered in psoriasis plaques she called me out during roll call, in front of the whole class. She told me i was disgusting, a freak, and not to come near her because she 'didnt want to catch it', even after i explained it wasn't contagious. It didnt help that i was already bullied by the rest of the class, so they all took the teachers side and called me disgusting and ugly and the teacher didnt stop them. I ended up running from the class and hiding in the toilets before my year coordinator heard me and got me into his office. After i explained what happened he marched me down to the HPE staff room and demanded the teacher apologise to me. Instead she doubled down and told him to 'look at me' and insisted that she deserved an apology from me for getting the year coordinator involved. Year coordinator sent me off after that and i was pulled from the class (which sucked because i loved doing sports but just hated the teacher). Dont know what happened to her but she stopped teaching there at the end of the year. I dont remember her name but its been 15 years and i can still hear her voice in my head whenever my skin flares up :(
Dude... I am so sorry. Nobody deserves to be treated that way.
I have psoriasis as well. And I'm also an Aussie. When I started prep, I was told "Don't touch her, she's black." To what would become for a few years, my best friend. I held her hand as often as I could at that Catholic school to prove there was nothing wrong with her. I even remember telling my mum, in front of my friend and teacher, I wished I had black skin like her cause I thought she was cool and her skin colour was beautiful. Her foster mum told my mum she raised a wonderful little girl. I still defend those of other skin tones cause they're human too. We all bleed red blood.
@@SilverSkrillXDyou were a true friend to her.
@@adelerodriguez2432 Thanks. Yeah she was my best friend. Then she left the school (catholic school) and I left a few years later.
As an adult I've been diagnosed with ADHD, and show some pretty significant autism spectrum signs. In the 80s and 90s, attention deficit just meant you didn't get hit enough.
I hear you, some of these stories remind me of the worst teacher I ever had. Apparently she was absolutely sure that the only correct way to teach kids, is to make the whole class laugh at anyone who's not paying attention. With this philosophy, all the kids in my class were made fun of one time or another, but I had undiagnosed ADD, so there wasn't a single class she wouldn't make fun of me. At the time, ADD became known on tv with a ton of controversies, but I was only a kid, so I've never heard of it, how could I complain? Not to mention that these were 10-12 year old kids, so of course some are not going to pay attention.
Yes, I too experienced this. On top, ADD & ADHD were ''boy problems''. As an afab your issues just got ignored in the 80s
Welp glad I was born later, but respect to those who went through that.
I have adhd too do you have any advice on how to cope with it I’m a senior in high school and I’m still struggling with it
@@SophiaGibson-e1s Not anything constructive, unfortunately. If you haven't gotten a professional diagnosis, I would highly encourage you to do that.
Here's a story i have about my teacher I had in 3rd grade:
So when I was younger I had a really talkative girl sit next to me in my class. I always asked to move because I couldn't get any of my work done near her. She always made fun of everything I did, and blamed ME for talking during class. I did eventually get moved... next to the teachers desk. All of the talking and bullying made me get really far behind on my school work. My mom hated that and made me stay up until almost 10 at night finishing all of my missing work. I turned it into the teacher the next day and you wanna know what she said? She threw the papers in my face and said "I don't want those, they're old!" My whole family was mad at her.
3rd grade teacher told me "Shut up, Your voice is giving me headache.' A few weeks later, I know an answer, raise my hand and speak and she says, "Sure I tell (You) stop talking and now I can't hear (You)." A few days later I had thumb tacks on my chair, I have no doubt that Mrs. Kulus was why I was bullied and had no friends for my formative years. I've met classmates since then whom have been openly surprised by my humor/wit, but because a teacher told me to 'shut up' I never bothered to be myself at school or home. My own mom has made remarks about "not realizing how funny (You) are." I don't let my personality shine if You're shitting on me, it is THAT simple.
This reminds me of my third grade teacher who straight up told me "You'll never amount to anything, best to kill yourself now." The event that triggered it? I had asked the day before on what medium to write the homework, and she said a Paper Towel. I didn't yet know what sarcasm was, so i complied with her directions.
What the actual hell
Well that's on her lol.
"You first, lady."
I don’t know if much has changed since I’ve been a school aged kid, I grew up in the nineties. The thing I noticed was that elementary teachers were the worst when it came to bullying, and putting down their students. They also had a tendency to act like emotionally stunted, mean teenaged girls.
Junior high teachers were in the same boat, and high school teachers were mostly okay.
Growing up in USA in the 2000's, it wasn't much better. A few teachers acted petty and projected childhood issues. Some did little to stop bullying. 5 stories below.
My 1st grade teacher said she ought spank us until our butts are red and we couldn't sit down. She'd also cry a few times in class, once when a kid made some personal insults since no one liked her. Oh, and she sarcastically called me smarty-pants and sabotaged my chance to skip a grade. When my mom confronted her, she would cite her childhood as an excuse.
My sister's teacher once freaked out when she found out my sister was put on a diet. My sister was obese, and the doctor told my mom to feed her small lunches consisting of fruits and veggies. My mom gave her sugary cereal for extra calories anways to make the diet easier. Her teacher was obese and had some deep-seated issues with being fat-shamed. So, the teacher accused my mom of starving my sister out of fat-shaming, and threatened to call child services. My mom tried to tell her that she was following the doctor's orders but was being lenient too, but the teacher kept making threats. She then tried to convince my sister to agree that it was abuse citing her own experiences.
My 7th grade Algebra teacher was a mix of strict and naive. One kid was being bugged by his friend throughout class. The kid turned and asked his friend to be quiet and let him hear the teacher. The teacher kicked out the kid for "being disruptive". His friend confessed what he did and volunteered to be punished. The teacher had none of it. The friend was always disruptive and a bit if a bully, but the kid was always targeted by the teacher.
5th grade. I was bullied by a kid who swung his backpack at me and bullied me during class. During class when we had to work on assignments, I told the teacher and she told me to bring her the bully. The bully refused to come with me. As a result, nothing happened until my mom went to the principal.
Last, 8th grade English teacher threatened to end a kid's life numerous times for being disruptive. The teacher would have friendly chats with her favorite students during exams and let them chime in with jokes during lessons whenever they wanted. She also lost assignments often and argued with students, even if they pointed out their assignments from the stack of assignments.
TL;DR
One teacher was petty and very emotional due to childhood issues. Another projected childhood issues to lash out at parents for alleged abuse. Another picked on specific students while ignoring the bully who was open about his actions. Another put minimal effort into sttopping bullies and gave up the second an obstacle came up. Another joined in on her favorite students' disruptive behavior while threatening another student for far less.
I was also a kid in the 90s. Elementary teachers were awful then and usually had no idea what to do with autistic students. I do remember them acting that way-trying to stroke my long hair and call me '"Baby Doll" then punish me for screaming at them or hitting them. Telling me my bully "was just teasing me because he liked me." Taunting me during meltdowns, in front of the class, because of how babyish I acted.
Things came to a head in middle school, where I had equally bad teachers. I basically became feral, screaming at them, attacking them, and repeatedly getting thrown in a screaming room (now illegal in my state). They were going to put me in a school for delinquents, but my mom pulled strings to get me into a school with an autism program. I actually started calming down and making friends with kids there.
I'm just glad I'm out of it. The experience left me with almost no empathy for elementary school kids, and it's a flaw I need to work on in order to continue my life.
@ that really sucks. I do understand though, as I am also on the spectrum, but I wasn’t diagnosed until adulthood.
I would lash out at how people were treating me as well, and the actual bully would be saintified, while I would be vilified. No one listened or even attempted to be empathetic or understanding, I was dismissed as just a bad kid.
I’ve heard things are changing, and I really hope that’s true. However, ignorance and apathy towards bullied children, especially those with neurological issues or those who are from abusive households; another thing I was also dealing with, is still an issue prevalent in society with the false narrative those experiencing alienation, bullying and some form of peer/authority/ parental violence deserve it.
The bystander effect is still largely in place with most people, and this is another failure of societal norm. It prevents people from doing what’s right, calling out bullies and punishing them, out of a fear of standing out and being ostracized by the group. Society has conditioned most people into dehumanizing and devaluing anyone who becomes a target to anti social groups or individuals, because that person, or people, are the sacrificial lamb who takes the negatives that might in fact have landed on them. It’s a subconscious agreement within the larger peer group to initialize the greater good mentality; sacrifice one or the few so everyone else is comfortable.
And that’s why I feel things won’t change really, no matter what anyone says when it comes to authority figures.
So I was made to do textiles because "IT is for the boys", and I was always given the same sewing machine and I constantly had issues with it (not sewing right, the needle moving after a few rows until it hit the plate and shattered, weird smell, the thread backing up in the bobbin and leaving an exploded spider of threads inside, vibrating so much and so violently the dials would move (causing the needle issue and the bobbin problem) and every time I asked for help because I thought my machine was broken, the teacher would make me stand up, and announce to the class "A poor workman blames his tools!" This went on for weeks, until finally there was another few sewing machine available, so I ran to that one and someone else used the one I was usually stuck on. They very quickly experienced what I was and asked the teacher for help, which she suddenly took seriously (I guess non-autistic students must have real problems in her mind) and the teacher got on the machine. As I'm walking behind her the motor burns out, the machine is dead, there's smoke coming out of it, there's a monster of threads popping out of the base plate, and she's horrified. I loudly said behind her "A poor workman blames his tools." The look she gave me was a mix of shock and shame as the students around her looked at me like they were waiting for the teacher to explode and shout. Instead she announced nobody was to touch that machine and genuinely NEVER spoke to me again for the next 2 years of the course. No help, no criticism, no instructions, nothing. I still have no regrets because it made her stop humiliating people and taking concerns seriously, especially when the repair guy came in and tried to fix it (it's cheaper if it can be fixed where it is rather than taken away and disassembled), and when he opened the case, he said "You said someone's been managing to sew with this for the last 6 weeks?" Teacher confirms while looking at me like she could pin the damages on me for improper use, and he goes "That's incredible! She must have done an incredible job compensating for the way this thing would've sewn! I'd have taken it out of commission from the beginning. I'll have to take it apart and rebuild it." She looked like she wanted to slap me, especially when 3 other girls praised me. That was definitely the final straw for never speaking to me again.
The same school year, in a different class, it was reports time. We weren't supposed to read our reports and instead take them home, but being 15 year olds, we obviously all read them, which the teachers allowed. I noticed a report for one subject I was excelling at had a really negative report that didn't make sense to me, talking about not finishing work I had, and I'd gotten a good grade on. At the end of the section, it used a boy's name. I figured I must've been given his by mistake. When other students were talking, I realised said teacher had literally copy and pasted the same report for everyone, just changing the name, but she'd forgotten to on a few people's. I reported it (my autistic arse didn't see fear at rocking the boat, just injustice) and it was like it opened the flood gates for others to do so, and there was a cascade of reporting, until a letter went out to parents saying to ignore that report. Some students could've been punished at home for failing that class, when they hadn't, the teacher just couldn't be bothered reviewing every student individually, so just picked a student who was doing average to copy and paste.
I once had a teacher give me a report and it ended up way longer than planned because, as it turns out, I can't fit a biography of Edgar Allen Poe into two pages. So after reading a few books about him, gathering my citations and such, I spent every lunch period in the library typing it up on a crappy 90s computer, intending to print it out. Despite that, I didn't manage to get it typed up in time and I just basically had to turn in my rough draft which was written in three different inks. She made a spectacle of me in front of the class explaining that no one in college would accept that kind of paper.
To this day, decades later, I despise that woman. The only valuable thing she taught me is that hard work and dedication isn't valuable when it's directed towards someone that won't take the time to recognize it. At least the librarian who saw me skipping lunch every day to come in and type showed me sympathy.
I signed up for an auto repair course many years ago at a local college in my hometown. There was the instructor and his assistant and no other instructors. From the start of the course I had this deep suspicion that I might be misusing my time until the moment I heard the instructor say the most unbelievable words I could have imagined (working on old cars is a waste of time) then I knew I was correct. Those who know, know. For those who don’t, for many mechanics working on old vehicles is what brings the bread to the table. I dropped that course immediately.
I have one of these. I wasn’t in this teachers class the year this happened but heard about it from many students who were. I live near St.Louis, this was in 2014 shortly after the murder of Michel Brown by a Ferguson police officer. After the protests started, the teacher went on a rant about how horrible the protesters were and how they were destroying their own community. Then proceeded to call them all the n word. He did this during multiple periods that day (maybe all of them). The school did absolutely nothing. The teacher later retired after my senior year. Glad he isn’t working with children anymore.
I once called my gym teachers on not knowing the infield fly rule in softball. They didn’t like being shown up by a student. Both decided that my knowledge of said rule called for my being thrown out of the game. I had some choice words for them, as in my opinion, it was their responsibility to know the rules if they were going to teach the game. One of the teachers told me to “Go To Hell.”
This was just before 8th grade graduation in 1983. I let my parents know about the situation. For once in my life they were on my side. There a few phone calls made, and I never heard anything more about it again.
I decided to stand my ground, which I rarely did in those days out of fear of parental repercussions. Somehow luck was on my side that day!
It’s funny how we hate on important jobs like teachers and garbage collectors but apparently romanticize jobs like oil tycoons and millionaires who hoard money. It’s also funny how we romanticize people who have rags to riches stories but hate on those who still are in the rags part of their journey. Money isn’t the problem, classism is
Edit: Spelling
It reminds me about how in the game ready or not, in the story garbage men go on strike, so in a lot of missions there’s just like 300 garbage bags at the start of the mission.
I've had tons of horrible teachers, many of which shouldn't have even graduated high school, let alone got a degree to teach. I'm not going to go into all of the horrific abuse and touchy-feely male teachers, but will give an example of how stupid all of the teachers in my elementary school were: I was disqualified from the school spelling bee for spelling the word penguin with a G instead of a Q, and the remedial math teacher had to stop everyone, including the English teachers, and show them a dictionary. Then everyone got mad because they had to redo the spelling bee and of course they all blamed me. I won, and even placed 5th at state. Suck it, school.
Another time, the fourth grade computer lab teacher freaked out and was trying to get everyone to unplug their computers from the wall so that they wouldn't catch "the internet virus" on a male student's word processor. A: she was having everyone unplug power cords, not network cables; B: we did not have internet or local network, or any network cabling installed (this was before Wi-Fi and cellular data), so we didn't HAVE internet (we got it later); and C: the virus? Someone had accidentally turned on "show all characters" in the word processor and the markers that indicated spacing and paragraphs are what set her off. I calmly walked over, explained to her that I knew what was wrong, and showed her how to turn it off. She got really red and snapped at me to go sit down and told the other students to stop unplugging and get back to work. I was given dirty looks in her class the rest of the year.
lol reminds me of myself in Computer Lab in high school (1997). The teacher said that file names could only be up to 8 characters, and couldn't use special characters, only letters and numbers. This was true for DOS, but we were using Windows 95.
I had a bad teacher in the 4th grade, she was the spec ed teacher and iss teacher. She withheld my lunch bc "Don't work, don't eat." oh i told my mom (my parents were divorced) and she came down with her attorney and my stepdad and said "If you do not punish this teacher, we will take the school to court." She.. got a pay cut and she always gave me the stink-eye. (I had adhd and i was having a period of higher-than-normal hyperactivity.. which i found out later in life was a manic episode.) Though in HS i had this really nice teacher, he was mennonite but he said "I can see you being a college professor one day. You're highly intelligent yet you hold yourself back." In my junior year, i got all As, and in my senior year i graduated with a B average, as my math class was in the middle of a grid plotting lesson plan which was amped up due to an underclassman with a BIG mouth, which made the course a crash test into physics.. oof.
This was told to my mom but my teachers in high school senior year would call her telling her to “Stop having my anxiety attacks because I am interrupting class and bothering my classmates from learning.”
*Anxiety attacks were really undiagnosed seizures caused by stress and anxiety.. aka Non epileptic seizures.
All teachers that choose humiliation over talking to the students should be banned from the profession! As shown here, it just makes it worse for the student!
Especially if it’s just for getting a bad score. Humiliation doesn’t incentive a student to do better
I transfered middleschools during the second half of 6th grade. My report card for the previous trimester came in, as well as a little award for being an honor student.
This was mailed over from my old school to my new one (same district) and arrived during my English class.
My teacher handed it to me and said "nice job getting a 4.0, but you will never get an A here with that handwriting"
I had just transfered from a lower income part of the district, and I also have Dysgraphia, which is a condition that affects my ability to write.
I did not take that well. After I got done crying when I got home, my mom and I scheduled a meeting with the principal where both my mom and I laid into the teacher and the school itself on how they were failing to meet the requirements set by federal law, my 504 plan, the district regulations, and just as a teacher.
I then went on to take honors English until 10th grade when I then took college level English courses at a community college, including 200 level classes.
My mom always went to the superintendent when the principal wouldn't do anything. Even when the problem was the principal. Got a principal fired because he was abusive to students including my brother. He held him up by the groin, the office staff witnessed and his job was de*d at that point.
My 1st grade teacher seemed to be actively against me, like she was offended about the fact I was in Quest (my district’s gifted program) a year early (you usually didn’t test for and start until 2nd grade). Things she did included:
- Getting mad at me and refusing me access to my puzzle book Quest gave me for after I finished my class work to only once a day because I was “making the other students feel stupid.”
- We did an in-class art project of making trees by twisting a piece of construction paper a certain way, I decided I liked mine turned in the opposite direction. When she noticed mine was different, she threw it in the trash in front of me and took away my recess to make it over again.
- I don’t know if anyone else remembers A to Z reading, but basically it was a reading program where levels were harder the farther down the alphabet you went. I believe I tested at level W or so (4th/5th grade reading level). I was the only one who scored so high and so instead of giving me independent higher level work, she stuck me in a group that was like K or something (2nd grade reading level), and deterred me from reading higher level books (but luckily Quest gave them to me).
- One that was way too extreme for a group of 1st graders. We had to do our Code Red drill (early 2000’s version of a Active Shooter drill) and we were instructed to all huddle behind her big red reading couch, and not to peek around bc the principal checked with a flashlight and could see eyes if someone was peeking. The part that scared me and probably most of my classmates, was she told us that “if a bad person ever comes in here to hurt you all, I will lay on top of you to protect you all with my life”. LIKE MAM these are 1st graders and you are telling us that we would have to lie under the corpse of our teacher if someone tried to hurt us.
Don't perfectly recall the words used as it was eleven years ago, but in year three, we had this assistant teacher whom I did not like but unfortunately, he taught us every monday. I distinctly recall one day, I was rocking on my chair while he was teaching (I don't exactly sit still easy, and he had thrown my open pencil case across the room a few weeks before for drawing on my hands, so what was I to do?) and he paused the lesson to chew me out and give me the regular "You'll fall off your chair if you keep doing that" excuse for yelling at my nine-year-old self. I pointed out that I was being very careful actually, feet staying on the floor and hands ready to grab the desk just in case even though I'd never even had a close call before. Then, he shoved my chair, and surprise surprise, I fell off! And this man had the gall to blame me for it, "I told you so" style.
Joke's on you, Mr Roberts, but I still have a habit of rocking on my chair and haven't fallen off it since! I do however, have an ADHD diagnosis now, which does probably explain some things.
But anyways, let's lighten the mood a little with Mr Roberts' favourite joke he'd tell us at least once a week, that somehow had everyone convinced he was the funniest man alive:
How many sides does a circle have?
Two; an inside and an outside!
Now you laugh. Apparently.
Slamming sanitary workers is a huge low. Think of how much garbage a city creates in a day, or a week. If we had no one to come pick it up, then it would quickly pile up. Sanitary workers are one of the most important workers in a city.
Amen!
Seconded! From New York City.
Thankfully, this is the only story I have. This happened about 2 years ago, during the last period of the day. Our math teacher told us all that he would smack us if he were allowed to. The only thing stopping him was that he would go to jail if he did it. Most of my classmates were total jerks, especially when they had him, and he was DONE with their behaviour, but I’m still shocked that he said that. Not long afterwards, the school announced that the teacher in question was “retiring”. What’s odd about this is not long before he had said that he wouldn’t be retiring anytime soon, even though he was an older teacher. No one has heard from him since.
Omg this just brought up a repressed memory- in 7th grade I asked why I had gotten a question wrong on a test we had, the teacher looked at it puzzled put it on the overhead projector to show the whole class and said something along the lines of “you have to be stupid to not see that you clearly did it wrong” whole class starts laughing- he then proceeds to look over the rest of my test again the whole class watching and says “I can’t even tell what you were trying to write here the numbers aren’t even what is written in that problem and I don’t know whether that’s a plus or a minus sign but whatever it is it’s wrong. You’re in middle school you should know how to do this by now.” I was mortified and cried, I never asked for help in math again in middle school and subsequently got straight D’s. High school rolls around and the first math teacher I have privately says to me that they’re concerned about my math work, long story short turns out I have dyscalculia (basically number dyslexia) they helped me get into the right math classes that were for kids who struggled in math/ had learning disabilities. We had three teachers in each class to help us (about 14 students total) and moved at a slow pace, I got straight A’s in math from that point on.
There's a certain feeling of gratification I get when the parents of these kids defend their children and make the teachers take accountability for their horrible actions. These are the parents we all need in our lives.
Im adhd & as a child i struggled with it so much especially academically, but despite it all with the help of my mom, an actually understanding school, and my sheer will as much as a child could have, I managed to consistently be an honor student from preschool to junior high. The rank didn't matter much to me, this was a very important source of pride for me bc i was deeply insecure about my academic abilities and me being on the honor roll was basically proof to myself that I tried my best, that I've overcome my mental disorder. Everyone was proud of me especially when they've all been witness to how different i behaved than other kids (it was a small school with a population of a hundred or less w/ most students having been there since preschool, everyone was close with everyone, even the parents). But I will forever remember the one time a teacher wasn't so understanding
One year in 3rd grade we got a new subject teacher. She was alright, just a little strict but not a terror. But she was always the no nonsense type, didn't tolerate it when kids started acting like, well, kids, in her class. Around this time metal pencil cases were popular & I also had one. This particular day I kept accidentally dropping mine on the floor bc I kept fidgeting in my seat. Naturally it would make clanging sounds whenever it dropped. Understandably she got irritated by the distraction this would cause, but on the third drop her immediate response was to blow up and yell at me at how stupid i was. She walked to the wall where the names of the honor students were displayed, dug her finger into my name, and basically said that bc I was so stupid and such a noisy child, I didn't deserve to have my name on that list. In fact, she was going to go to the principal's office and make sure that i would never be on the honor roll ever again. She constantly repeated that I was stupid and didn't deserve my accolades. As I stated, being an honor student was important to me, and being a 3rd grader I believed her and cried about it. I thought, all my efforts to be a good student and it goes down the drain bc i was a stupid adhd child who couldn't sit still and caused distractions even if accidentally. I didn't tell my mom bc I didn't think it was important, but I told her in passing years later and she was horrified, said that that was actual bullying. Sadly the teacher was gone from that school so no action could've been done against her anymore
When I was a nanny, one of the girls I had been raising was crying while doing her math homework. She told me that understand the lesson. I asked if she told me that she had asked her teacher that she needed help. The teacher said that wasn’t her problem. I was livid and told her that it is her problem. Her job is teach the subject and if the method she utilized didn’t work that she was responsible to find a way to way that would. I explained the homework to her and she was able to do the assignment. Years later and this student is now a middle school math teacher.
Middle schooler here, my 6th grade Math teacher used to say "Do NOT talk back to me" as i was trying to explain what i was confused on. I was very close once to beating her with the Five Nights At Freddys encyclopedia i had brought to school with me
oooh i have my own little stories! ok so:
1) i was in 4th grade and my ADHD was still undiagnosed. due to this, i despises organising things. so when we were doing a re-organising of our desks, my 4th grade teacher looked at mine, gor super angry and threw my desk right over. he yelled at me, calling me lazt and sending me to the office. and this teacher had a weird discipline system, and when i got back i had like 4 demerits? wrecked my self esteem, never told my parents.
2) i was in 2nd grade, and still undiagnosed. one day in my 2nd grade classroom, we were colouring/drawing on workbooks. i'm not kidding when i say i was just drawing little stick figures and blankets and pillows, creating a house. apparently that was not the task, the task was to colour. so rather than being nice about it and kindly reminding me to colour instead of draw, she took the book and showed it to the whole. class. she said something like "this isn't what we're supposed to do, right?" and the kids agreed. so she yelled something at me and slammed another book on my desk, and while crying, i just coloured. i just coloured thru my tears while being laughed at by the whole, damn, class. by far the worst 2 experiences of my school years, and i'm still mad at those 2 teachers.
OH YEAH, i forgot:
3) i was in 6th grade right? just a normal day in my life, still not diagnosed with ADHD. so when i went to go do an assignment at recess, i was hungry. i was hungry cus i had not eaten nearly enough that day, so i grabbed like a granola bar or something. i go to eat it, and this woman TAKES IT OUT OF MY HAND. TAKES IT OUT OF MY HAND AND SAYS "you can eat later, you're doing work. you don't need distractions." AS IF EATING WAS A DISTRACTION????? LIKE HOW PSYCHOTIC??? and there's more. however that's just a whole other can of trauma that i don't quite wanna get into right now!
Mine was the 6th - 8th grade English teacher. She was already disliked by most students but had a vendetta against me in particular. This was a tiny school in a tiny town; our whole grade level had only 15 kids. I was the "out of towner" so to say. I had only been there since 2nd grade, my family didn't go to the local catholic church like everyone else, and I didn't fit in well with most of my peers due to being seen as the "weird kid".
At the time, I was struggling with undiagnosed Adhd and Autism, and thus, I was struggling in school. One subject I did like was English, because I love reading and writing.
However, since she had a problem with me, she made my 6th grade year a living hell. One time, I wrote a creative writing essay on the (at the time) current BP oil spill. She gave me an F, saying I plagiarized it all because it was "too well written." My mom came to the school and chewed her out because, guess what? I didn't plagiarize. She only bumped it up to a C, though.
Then, one day, I wore a (KID'S) shirt that said something and then Saloon. She told me I shouldn't wear that because it's "bad". I was super self-conscious until some 8th graders told me there was nothing wrong with my shirt and "she's just being mean."
Anyway, fast forward a couple of months, and she accuses my family of running a METH LAB out of our apartment because I was bad at completing homework, and my parents smoked... yeah, cps and the cops didn't agree.
After that she didn't do anything for a while until one day she exploded on the class, ranting about "parents these days" and how "I knew how to raise my kids but all these new parents are gonna kill their kids!" She ranted the whole time and was gone the next day.
I switched schools at the end of that year, and she resigned a year later.
I saw her in high school when she was a sub for the PE teacher and tried to ask me about my family. I politely told her never to ask about my family again (and told my curious classmates what she had done before) and haven't seen her since. I do know her husband divorced her, though.
Screw you, Mrs. Resthoff, I hope you never teach another child again.
that first teacher would be suprised to know we have PhDs being bin man. And their selection was fucking tough.
6th grade homeroom teacher tried to convince me, over the course of a few months, that my parents secretly didn’t love me. Not oversimplifying here, that was literally what she did. Also she spent a lot of time insulting me over things that I later discovered were just the results of my at-the-time undiagnosed autism. I hope she hasn’t treated any other students like that since I left. It breaks my heart to imagine anyone else in that situation.
Elementary school, a sub was was hated by everyone. He refused to let you get up for pencil sharpening or bathroom breaks. To make it worse we couldn't ask questions. He just handed out packets and we had to figure it out. He was subbing for a math class and my friend next to me asked a question to me since I was actually good at math during this time. I answered and he just went off. Yelled and I quote 'this is not a democracy! This is a dictatorship and I am your dictator!' There was more but that was the only part that stuck with me all these years. We later wrote a letter and had the entire class sign it before giving it to the principal about this incident. No idea what happened to him but never saw him again.
Ngl that was probably horrifying but that is kinda funny imo
Back in high school I had a Spanish teacher that screamed out she hates black people which is insane cause the majority of students in the whole school were black
It was caught on camera by one of the students and it made the rounds and it eventually lead to her getting fired
Garbage man here listening to this at work. Teacher is mad that i didnt waste my money on a masters degree while simultaneously making more than a teacher. Im not saying a teacher doesnt deserve more money, because they definitely do. But on the other hand im not going around calling teachers stupid.
I want to share a good story. I had a teacher. He was teaching art. I was never good in that subject, but he was just a cutie. For one project we had to build a house. And I named all my house parts so i could keep them apart later. My teacher came to me and asked me what i wanted to do as an adult. I told him i wanted to be a doctor. He said: "You are not only gonna be a doctor, you are gonna lead a hospital." For the first time I felt like I could achieve anything. Not a doctor, but a midwife-to-be and very happy.
8:35 that’s like saying “Santa is not real” 💀💀💀💀😂😂😂😂😂
BRO FR MY SISTER SAW SANTA LOL
Not a teacher story, but the story of the teacher installing a fear of cops into a student made me think of a story from this past spring!
My oldest son (6 at the time) is Autistic and we are teaching him things that most would consider common sense (don't steal, don't mess with things that aren't yours, etc.) Well while working a 3 day vendor event at my hometown my son decided to walk 3 vendors down and steal a $1 toy from their booth. When me and my husband found out we made him go back, pay for it, and apologize. We also explained that people go to jail for stealing and he was instantly like "oh no I don't wanna go to jail". Well since this was a multi-day event with all vendors leaving their trailers and canapés over night every morning a city cop would come by and ask if any product had been stolen the night before. When the cop walks up to our booth and asks "was anything stolen lastnight" my so FREAKS OUT and starts bawling saying "I swear I'll never steal again! I went back and paid for the toy! Mr. Police man I promise on mama and daddy and sister and aunt Mar I will never EVER do it again!" The cop sat there for a minute (clearly trying not to laugh) and knelt down by my son and says "well you better not because I don't think you'd do good in jail!"
Chronic migraines and epilepsy. This led to, you guessed it, bullying. Which led to anxiety and depression. Everything boils over in junior high with a meltdown when my teachers refuse to acknowledge or allow my coping tools, and I get suspended for "Unnecessarily acting out" and "being unwilling to follow basic instructions." Frankly, if my friend hadn't recorded the whole thing I may not have gotten the help I needed.
It took a furious call from both my parents and pediatrician to remind them that, no, they can't just ignore medical conditions and instructions just because they don't believe in it. Hearing my doctor had berated them for "being unwilling to follow basic instructions" was the highlight of that year. Needless to say, he was my hero for a while.
When I was in second grade, my parents called me bright while talking to my teacher and she said, “yeah I don’t think he’s all that bright”. A month later I got put in the excel program 😂
I went to about special schools in middle school because I have autism. Why’d I switch so much, you may ask? The teachers and rules were horrible. There was one moment that made me ask my parents to switch schools on the spot. This my second year there, The first one had it’s issues but I pulled through because of my teacher, who could be a bit strict when she needed to but was overall wonderful. Next year however, she got promoted and had to leave her class to a new teacher. Even after she left she would still set her position aside and be called in to comfort me. The new teacher however was awful and it didn’t even seem like she wanted to be there. I want you to keep this in mind for what she says next, that this was a special school ment to help kids. I constantly draw, and around this time I had started to push aside my work so I could draw more. At some point, I had a break down and after which I decided to confess to my teacher about why I’d been having such a hard time. A lot of it is personal, and even stuff involving the school is stuff I wouldn’t like to talk about. But essentially I bawled my eyes out to her and told her about how I felt and how I think it’s why I have such a difficult time. Then, word for word, she flat out says: “I don’t believe you.” Could not handle that crap. Soon as I got home, I told my parents and they had a serious talk with her. I ended up asking to be moved back to one of my previous schools out of desperation, but I couldn’t have made a worse choice. It was even worse, but I couldn’t exactly change right after the other. This one wasn’t necessarily a single incident, every day sucked, so I won’t go over it. But thank god, on my last year I ended up going to a normal school and It was amazing. I even ended up going to an assembly there, where David Renalds delivered this incredible presentation about his life story and the ‘Hero’s Journey’ and how it plays apart in our lives. For those who don’t know him, he essentially grew up watching the original Star Wars films and ended up becoming one of the most influential people in the history of the series, coming up with most of the stuff we have now. I was still decently interested in Star Wars at the time l, so hearing that was incredible. Shoutouts to David and my original teacher. You guys are wonderful.
This reminds me of some thing that happened to my mother she was born in the 60s so keep that in mind. From what I remember she scored either perfect or nearly perfect on the SATs and the guidance counselor told her that she shouldn’t worry about that that people like you Don’t need to know about that. (She’s Mexican/Native American who came to the US and a kid) anyways she is a professor with at least one published book I may have my own gripes with my mother as I haven’t spoken to her in five years for my own personal reasons but I can acknowledge that she is incredibly smart. Racism is very interesting
my friend was told "you've disappointed me, and you've disappointed everyone else. you're a disappointment." for slipping up once during a performance
“The teacher’s word will always surpass that of the student, even if the teacher is wrong.”
I was told this in senior year in 2015, this single statement summed up how public schools regarded their students and their authority.
I had a teacher in Pre-Calculus, that got upset when I asked her about an equation that she wrote on the board, wrong. She got upset, then told me to NEVER correct her, and just accept her teachings as correct, even if they aren’t. I got transferred out of that class in about 3 weeks, because the valedictorian heard this, and reported to the principal. The following year, that teacher was gone.
I got another one. My prior band director the year before my junior year, made me a section leader for my junior year, before he left for grad school. In comes the new band director, who called a meeting with section leaders. When I showed up, she was like, “but you’re a junior.” She had a bone to pick with me from week one, to the point that I walked out of her class.
I was also in choir, so when I told my choir director, he gave me section leader for the Tenors.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks when he had to be out of class, and the band director had to cover our class. When she asked for the section leaders, I stood up. She was very upset about that, and wanted to ignore me for the entire time our choir director was out.
You'll never amount to anything. Any teacher that says that to a student is a horrible teacher
The worst thing a teacher ever said to me was in college...my freshman year, I had a weird situation where I had a chemistry credit without ever having taken a chemistry class.
I was worried since the chemistry class I was going to go into assumed you had SOME knowledge of chemistry, but since I didn't I sent an email to the professor explaining my situation and asking for resources I might use to supplement her class/catch up. Her response was simply:
"If you don't know high school chemistry, maybe you should go back to high school."
Jokes on her, I am fuelled by spite and managed to swing a B in that class through sheer unbridled wrath, but I still get residual bad feelings anytime chemistry is brought up...
I was an anxious kid in elementary school and had my share of frequent flier miles to the nurse’s office. A majority of my complaints were probably psychosomatic, save for some sore throats and some episodes of vomiting that were attributed to lactose intolerance, but they were real enough to me. Anyway, the general attitude toward kids like me (and kids in general really) was either “You’re faking it” or “You’re just nervous,” not “Hey, you come in here a lot with this kind of complaint; what’s going on? Do you want to talk about it?” so I learned which nurses were most likely to be dismissive of my concerns and which were actually nice. This day in third grade I had the mean nurse. I was having some intense GI pain after lunch because of how greasy the pizza was (not to mention the dairy content). She let me lay down for a few minutes but told me to go back to class. My stomach cramps did not get better. I tried to tough it out but finally begged my teacher (the only one at that school besides my kindergarten teacher that actually liked me) to call my mom because (and I believe I told her this) I knew the nurse wouldn’t listen to me. She did and let me lay down in class while I waited for my mom.
When I was nine or ten years old, I was supposed to take a computer class, this was in the late 90s. It was basic computer stuff, typing mostly. In order to pass the class, you had to read some phrases off a piece of paper and type them into a document in a given amount of time. I couldn't do it. I'm nearly blind. I remember the teacher grabbing me by the back of my shirt, yanking me out of my chair, throwing me onto the floor while screaming at me that my mother should have had an abortion. I failed the class. I also once had a teacher yell at me in front of the entire class for 'writing too big'. I was trying to write between two tactile lines on a piece of paper with a permanent marker. I think I was six or seven. Needless to say, I did not like school.
the worst thing i’ve ever seen a teacher say was in 2nd or 3rd grade, it wasn’t to me but to another classmate.
we had walked in from recess and sat down at our desks. we noticed that the teachers folders were laying on another classmates desk, next to the teachers desk. he had his desk near the teachers desk due to him being fairly aggressive, often causing trouble and getting into fights. he was a polish immigrant and had a pretty thick accent, his mom was also a single immigrant mom trying to make ends met. i’ve later realized that he was trying to form a shell, i think his home life wasn’t the best.
the student walks in and looks confused as to why the teachers things have been tampered with and were on his desk. he sits down, does not touch them at all, and waits for the teacher like we usually do. everybody had seen him out on recess, it would’ve been impossible for him to go in and also pretty stupid to tamper with the teachers things. anyway, our teacher walks in and sees this kid and immediately blows up. she starts accusing him of destroying her work, he defends himself and she screams louder than i’ve ever heard her scream “It’s always you, you fucking did this, you’ll never be anything.”. he started bawling and just repeated that he didn’t do anything. btw, this kid NEVER cried. everyone was shocked and some girls tried to comfort him and our teacher snapped backed and called them something alongside “you little brats, don’t pretend you fucking care about him.” and basically forced the girls away. pretty sure he sat outside the classroom bawling while everyone else were tense asf.
btw, the teacher in question had never done anything like this ever before. she was the teacher to always help out the kids who were struggling, she was honestly one of the best teachers i’ve had in terms of communication and education. everyone thought she’d have compassion for this kid as she was a immigrant as well (the immigration politics is really intense in my country, a lot of racism and one of the leading political parties is a nationalist party with a nazi history). really confused everyone, because we knew he never touched her things and never went inside during recess. on top of that i’m pretty sure the classrooms were locked when class wasn’t in session, and our classroom was on the 2nd floor and teachers would 100% notice if any kid went inside.
Theater kid here! I don’t act but I do behind the scenes work. Theater is a judgement free zone and anyone can do theatre if they want to.
I used to have an English teacher that everyone in class hated. She purposely gave us work that was harder than other classes, she lectured us everyday, she never even made an attempt to bond with us. One day, she had the audacity to say that we were making HER life miserable. (Most of the time we did nothing wrong and a fellow teacher of hers would just tell her she overheard students saying they didn’t like her.)
Best narrator again nice 👍
Two stories, both times the same teacher.
In 7th grade he called the whole class “Missgeburten” (freaks) for being noisy.
Same year he wanted us all to stand in a circle with one classmate in the middle and insult him. We refused. I have more stories, how he was a horrible teacher.
The teacher left the school after the first semester of 8th grade, because “we were bullying him”.
He could dish it out but couldn't take it.
Once in english class a 17 or 18 yo girl was eating a snickers or something like that and the teacher m/50-60 said "yeah push it in your mouth😏" as a joke in front of the whole class.
The fact that the teacher was known for staring at girls butts really didn't help to make the situation less uncomfortable.
I was told I would never be anyone of importance. 40 plus years of running my own business and doing well. Screw you teachers.
Here is a good story to tell everyone in the world that there are many good teachers out there. So in 6th grade I was in my 3rd period science class and I accidently forgot to grab my book and my band binder and left it in her class. I only realized this at 5th period, so at the end of the day I told Ms Harrington what had happened and she said she would try to look for it. The next day she didn't find it but she genuinely felt bad and pulled out some money from her little cabin behind her desk so I could buy a new one. She is so awesome for that. And for my book she tried to search for it for a long time and asked the librarian with no success so after 2 or 3 days she had bought me a brand new exact copy of the book I had. It rlly warmed my heart and truly made my day, because ik she didn't have to do it especially because of the low salary teachers get these days. Thank you once again Ms. Harrington. Although she's not the most perfect teacher in the world I love having her as a teacher so much and I hope that she continues her career as a teacher even though she is in a wheelchair. ❤ to Ms. Harrington
When I was in fifth grade our teacher was constantly promoting dating in fifth grade and put 1 pair of students who had dated in her 20 year career got married also accused me of cheating on standardized testing where I scored well over 99th percentile I believe I got a 275 on a test where second place was 203 and average was 150 the reason I was able to score so high was I actually took my time about 10-15 minutes per question equaling around 10 hours over multiple days when everyone else did the test in under an hour. I have many weaknesses in school such as not being able to write intelligible English as a high school student. This teacher also knew I had gone to a college to take the sat and had scored a perfect then utterly failed on the reading test only scoring in the 80th percentile of my grade of test takers. Which was sad because if I had gotten to the 90th they were offering 1k for future college scholarship if I went to any college in the us. Anyway horrible teacher.
was this the nwea… if so then you skewed the average and second place score way lower than it actually would be
Not the worst thing, but great story of instant karma on a jerk teacher. One test I was the only student to pass, with a 78 at that. Teacher attempts to shame class by saying if they studied like I did they would have passed. I immediately correct him; "I didn't study at all, I just happen to be personally interested in this specific subject." Teacher hated me after that, but it got me some clout.
Not a teacher, but I had a bus driver say it was my own fault that I (7F at the time) was being bullied by two boys that were 3-4 years older than me. They teased me to the point of tears every day. Can't remember too much of it now, but yeah, not cool.
As for the kid that had a panic attack over the teachers not explaining what would happen during puberty, I totally get them. Not knowing is terrifying, especially if you know something is going to happen, every one is making a big deal about it, but no one will tell you a thing. I'm so glad my parents explained puberty (both boy and girl) to my brother and I before I even started showing signs. Didn't confuse or freak me out when things started happening (I was actually excited when I hit certain milestones), and bro never got on my case about things I couldn't control.
My top 5 (California, USA):
1. My 8th grade English teacher would get frustrated at this one kid who talked a lot. She'd audibly say, "I'm gonna unalive that kid." No one ever did anything.
2. My 1st grade teacher would get so mad she said she ought spank us until our butts are red and we weren't even able to sit down. Oh, and when I was eligible to skip a grade due to my high performancez she procrastinated on the paperwork until the deadline hit and I lost my eligbility before we could even make a decision (my mom didn't want it anyways because she wanted me to have a normal childhood with kids my age, but she was upset we never got the chance to even discuss it.) The teacher would also mock anyone who fell down and encourage the class to join in.
3. my 7th grade Algebra teacher bragged about how 20% of the class would fail and get kicked out. Meanwhile, he'd make 0 effort to explain it any other way unless the district came to observe, then he'd switch styles and textbooks. Yes, he used an unauthorized textbook. Our class also started weeks before the official start of the semester.
4. My 8th grade Algebra teacher (yes, I flushed out) was super strict. She asked why I didn't turn in the homework. When I explained personal stuff and homework from other classes, she comforted me, shared breathing exercises, and helped me manage my stress. I felt better and motivated, but it turned out she called my parents and berated me for making excuses instead of doing my homework. I felt betrayed at how she acted supportive to my face, then talked smack behind my back to my parents. Another time, a kid was being bothered in class by his friend and couldn't hear the teacher. He turned around and asked him to stop, but the teacher kicked the kid out for disrupting the class. His friend admitted what he did and offered to leave instead, but the teacher would have none of it. His friend was a bit of a bully too and often disrupted others, but somehow never got in trouble.
5. A classmate in elementary school was obese and the doctor told her mom to institute a diet. She had to eat smaller lunches consisting of fruit and veggies, but her mom snuck her some sugary cereal too. Her teacher (who was obese herself) freaked out and took this as body-shaming and she was starving her child, so she threatened to call child protective services. The mom explained that this was ordered by the doctor and she was being lenient, but the teacher projected her own negative experiences and made threats. She also tried to manipulate the girl into calling it abuse despite the girl also pointing out the doctor's orders. This was over a decade before body positivity was mainstream.
My old high school teacher cleverly found a way to tell me, when I was a student, that I was going to die from being "morbidly obese" (I _am_ overweight, but nowhere near the point of being morbidly obese; but that isn't the point -- no adult in a position of power should mock a minor like that)
Of course, he couldn't SAY those exact words, so he went about it in a different way:
I was having an episode of hypoglycemia mid-class, and I needed to raise my blood sugar fast, so I pulled out half a donut (a birthday treat) and began nibbling on it. My teacher stopped in the middle of lecture, side-eying me, and said to the class, "Y'know, my dad died at the age of 47 from coronary artery disease. It wasn't a surprise, considering that he was morbidly obese. His favorite foods were cheeseburgers, hotdogs, and _donuts."_
He continued to side-eye me and cleared his throat, and he would _not_ resume lecture until I -- in embarrassment -- put my half of a donut away. Only _then_ did he resume where he left off, as-if he didn't just awkwardly shoehorn in a depressing tangent about his dad. I didn't have anything else on me that had sugar in it (I, a fool, thought that the donut would have been enough for the day), so I progressively got more woozy and nauseous as class went on.
_Fortunately_ I managed to not only keep it together until class ended, but until I could get to the lunch room to eat my donut in peace. Sometimes, though, I kind of wish I passed out mid-class so that I would have had an irrefutable claim that that _jerk_ was being cruel to me.
A substitute in grade 2 told me I was an idiot and would never amount to anything. I told my favourite teacher and they were pulled and we never saw her again.
Story 72 was one of the saddest things i ever heard
1. Homework
2. Test
3. POP QUIZZZZZ!!!
4. Detention
5. "All or Nothing Policy for Homework"
6. Literally anything else
I have an Indian classmate, yes they smell like “Indian food”.
However, I personally think she smells great and whenever I’m around her I always crave Indian food.
Everyone else that I know agrees with me that Indian food has a great smell and is delicious overall.
"Your spelling is so bad, writing every word in the dictionary three times will not help you!"
...That was what my teacher told me one day. In front of the whole class. I was in THIRD GRADE! My mum was livid.
Fifth Grade, I was getting bullied badly. It was the early 2000s, and the TV always told me to STOMP OUT BULLYING "Tell a teacher!" So I told my teacher.
"DON'T be a SNITCH! No one likes a Snitch!" She never helped me. If anything, she made things WORSE for me.
Last one, but not a teacher...
High School. 10th Grade. Those SAME KIDS THAT WERE BULLYING ME were still bullying me. At this point, we found out I have Autism, and one of my doctors gave me a note saying that, if I was getting a panic attack, I'd be allowed to go to a special room to calm down. Problem was that the special room was run by a teacher who handled both the middle schools and high school for the troubled kids. She had promised she'd be there for me when I needed her...but she was NEVER THERE! So, instead, I would go to the Nurses office. Before now, the nurse was AMAZING! She knew me and knew my struggles. But...this year, for some reason she was replaced with the nurse from my middle school who HATED me. (I would try to get out of school A LOT because I couldn't deal with all the bullying).
So, I went to the nurse, showed her the note that SAID I could stay there to calm down. "Gosh OP, you are ALWAYS trying to get out of class! You aren't going to stay here. GO BACK TO CLASS and don't skip!" I didn't go back to class. I went to the bathrooms and called my mum, who was SO LIVID! I...dropped out of school a few months later.
Zmaro "Sammy" Sellers, special education, Ontario High School, Ontario California, 1998. "You're a horrible influence on everyone around you, and you don't deserve to have friends in school, at home, or when you start working, at work either!"
I turned her in to the school councilor. They got back in touch with me later that week (or the next week, I don't remember what day it was) and said that Sammy admitted to everything I reported her for saying, but that was her last year teaching so they weren't going to do anything.
I'm a state-trained disability advocate, ordained minister, NAMI facilitator, was offered a job as a psychologist once I have the degree for it, and am currently attending college to get that psychology degree.
No one will remember you for anything positive, horrible old lady.
Edit: Positive time! Randy Johnston, science teacher I had in 7th and 8th grade. Super cool dude, and funny. He did a lot of "pop quiz"es, but I like tests. Finished quick. Then I watched Randy because I wasn't doing anything else. He pulled out a paperclip and rubber band, and shot at a student (didn't hit them) that would usually bully some of the others, maybe me, I don't remember. That's all the test was! Just to get the jerk kid to not look while the teacher flung stuff at him. Heh.
I’ve had a teacher say going to my grandpa’s funeral wasn’t an excuse for missing school. I was in the 5th grade, I held in my tears, and at recess I cried the entire time.
Huh. This reminds me of a high school memory I haven't thought about in years. A substitute teacher overheard me making a suicidal joke to a friend. She took me aside and told me to find jesus, and that Jesus would heal all mental illnesses. I told her, confused, I was already christian and that I was just joking. She said I clearly didnt know god enough if I still felt like I wanted to kms. I just smiled and nodded and waited for this conversation end. Never saw that teacher again, though I doubt thats related.
I haven't thought about this memory in years. As an adult, I'm horrified that any adult would see what they thought was a genuinely suicidal teen and take it as a moment to proselytize.
I remember another one sadly. It took me a minute to really remember what happened. I was in the 7th grade, same school as the first comment I made, and my math teacher pulled me out of the class to talk to me. Let me say this now that I was obsessed with eating ice at the time and had a lil baggy. When the class was over I had forgotten a couple times to throw the bag away before I left. Teacher takes me out the classroom and tells me that I’ve ruined one of his students homework. Told me that that student does way better than me and that it pisses him off to see their work get ruined because of someone like me and that apologizing won’t make it any better. I didn’t even get a chance to talk, apologize, nothing. I really didn’t mean to ruin their work, I wasn’t doing it intentionally and I think he even asked me if I did it on purpose or even cared. I stopped eating ice, I stopped talking to the teacher, I stopped participating in class like I used to. I became very quiet. I was still dealing with everything going on at home and that whole discussion felt like when my parents would grill me for things that weren’t even as serious as they made it out to be. I never had a voice at home and now I didn’t have a voice at school. I’m surprised I’m still here now. Yeah the story isn’t that bad but to a kid whose constantly being yelled at at home and can’t even reply to what they say cuz they don’t care about what I have to say or believe that I truly do things on purpose to spite people when that isn’t the case, then to have the same things happen at school really doesn’t help. Even my English teacher (from the same. Fucking. School. Treated me like I wasn’t gonna be shit in life…..I repressed it so much that it hurt to bring it back up
Not to me, but I remember being told by a friend that the counselor at our school said that their very possible schizophrenia was caused by depression. Pretty sure that the hallucinations they have are caused by depression but okay
I'm German and have quite a big family (we were 4 Siblings) which wasn't very common to the time. I went to Elementary School around the early 2000. I was in first or second grade to that time, when we had a lice-problem in our Class/School. And my Main Teacher back then told my Class, who were already teasing me about having lice, that I would have a big family and stuff like that would be very common in that case. As a Child I didn't really thought much of it but later I realized, she basically called me dirty because I had a bigger than normal Family.
She also tried to make me write and work with my right hand to the time I learned I was left handed. But my mom quickly put a stop to it.
And something I just remembered, I had to get extra "drawing-lessons/Homework" because she didn't like, that I was drawing Potato-Humans instead of real ones. I was maybe 6 or 7 at that time
She was a scheisskopf.
In third grade we had to do standardised testing. After the results came in; I went in to use the washroom during recess. I overheard the four third grade teachers talking in the hall about the test scores. Mrs. R1 was the slow learners teacher(that is was it was called back then), Mrs. P was a standard class teacher, Mrs. R2 was the second standard class teacher(my class), and Mrs. Z was the advanced class teacher. I heard my name mentioned. Mrs. P said that she thought I should be moved to Mrs. Z's class. That she always knew I was just bored in class, and that is why I was so "disruptive". It turns out I have ADHD that was not yet diagnosed. Mrs, Z quickly said "No way could SHE keep up in her class and that I should really be in Mrs, R1's class". Mrs. R1 said; "I saw the test results and there is no way she should be in my class". Mrs R2 said I had clearly cheated on the test so the results were wrong. Mrs, P asked how I could possibly have cheated since Mrs R2 insisted I be seated right at the front where the supervisor could "keep an eye on me". Mrs R2 point out that the person supervising had to come up and erase more than half of my bubble sheet "because she saw me looking around at other's answer sheets".(I found out he real reason for that years later). Mrs P said she would ask for me to be transferred to her class since it is clear that they weren't interested in teaching me anything. Mrs R2 said; "There is no way I can allow you to have to deal with THAT CHILD, so she should just stay where I can keep her in line". This teacher also said and did other thing to me as well.
Me at 3 a.m. "I don't need sleep, I need stories"
A long time ago in an elementary in Washington State, I was in a special needs class due to my ASD, and the teacher had assistants who would berate the children and make fun of them whenever the main teacher left the room. They would say things like "Don't be like Timmy, he's so ret**ded that the only thing he knows how to do is scream like a little b**ch." and also things like "You dumb**ses are only here because your motherfu**ing parents don't love you enough to teach you themselves, and need a break from your miserable lives." These same teachers also got away with physical abuse whenever possible. Using the back of their hands to make a point.
I can't express how happy I was when my Mom came to pick me up early one day, and while in the office signing release forms, caught a glimpse of the teacher assistant dragging me by the wrist down the hallway at twice the speed I could walk (I was literally tripping over myself and on my knees being dragged). I never saw that class, or those teachers again in my life.
Some of these are extremely light. We all had a lot worse and rarely someone was affected. In 95% of the cases the teacher isn't responsible for someone's fail, but they cling to that thing to blame it for everything bad in life. Yeah some things in the video are heavy stuff, but most can be moved on from fairly quickly
my grade 6 teacher told me that my classmates thought i was annoying... (granted, i did talk a lot, but im neurodivergent and cant help it, its just how i am)
its been over 10 years and i still think that ppl think im annoying because of her. screw you, ms. cleave
the f word at a student. (that was the chill one too)
i was told in high school i was in grade 9, i really wanted to do Chinese as a subject for year 10. i wasn't the smartest with English but i can pick up different languages really well. the teacher said to me and i quote "Why do you want to do that? You're too stupid." still fills me with rage to this day. after that i gave up with my high school life. jokes on them i still passed with C without trying
I sometimes wish I could get in on these vids. For this one, I've got stories from university teachers that are as bad as some of these.
One teacher started the semester with, "If you don't like the way I teach, you can just tell me to f*ck off." That's no way to begin an educational relationship. His method was "abuse and antagonise", which I do not find to be conducive to learning. He had nothing to teach, and said so with everything at his disposal. The only thing I learned was that I should have fulfilled his request at the start of the semester as soon as he laid it out. He recently celebrated 40 years of teaching - it boggles the mind how a man can manage a profession for four decades and not demonstrate the slightest qualification for it.
Garbage men is one of the most respectable jobs out there for me, right up next to firemen. We would be so screwed without them. I would hope my future kid would aspire to do an important job like that
an old substitute of mine, pretty old (like 50-60) named mr. O told a class of 6-7 year olds that one student, K, would be a better college student and be more successful than any of the us in the class because she turned the paperwork in first, didn't scream, and was the bare-minimum of respectful to the substitute. i'm also like 60% sure he was racist bc K was very white and she was the only student he liked + the rest of us were either not white or just weren't liked by mr. O for some reason. this was ages ago, but i vaguely remember one of my friends being shouted at by him because he asked some1 for help while mr. O was walking around the room and saying "be quiet" or something. again i don't remember every detail but by far my least fav substitutes
My 4th grade teachers openly berated me for talking about my feelings. Called me things like "baby" and "unmanly". She also bullied and singled me out as well as purposely fail me in assignments, telling me that I cheated (I didn't). The rest of my teachers were garbage too.
My first voice teacher was terrible to me. Things were fine at first, but once she realized I wasn't progressing to her standard, she started treating me worse than everyone else. She told me I wasn't even good enough to get into music school. She told me to stop singing, basically, because I wasn't good enough. Eventually her treatment of me permeated the entire department, and I was being denied opportunities because of what she was telling the other faculty. I wasn't allowed to audition for recitals, join ensembles, I was given tiny solos in choir concerts. All because I was struggling to improve. It crossed the line into mental abuse about a year and a half in. I began to fear her like someone might fear an abusive stepmother. She also pressured me to visit a chiropractor for my physical disability, and blamed my continuing pain on the fact that I refused to see one. My condition is such that a chiropractor could possibly paralyze me. For three years I was treated like garbage and shuffled to the bottom for people who were "better" than me. Luckily I'm now at a college with teachers who respect me, and I just did my second audition for the music program today.
"I can't teach her"
something my english teacher actually said about me because im autistic and she didnt even try to accommodate me.
My 2nd grade teachers told us penguins were mammals instead of birds, wouldn’t admit she was wrong, and only agreed when the entire class was telling her that she was obviously wrong
My twin had some mental health issues in high school but was medicated and took her medication. The guidance counselor told her that no one wanted the crazy down the street teaching their kids. He told me there was no point in me attending university because I'd never be well enough to work. My sister didn't become a teacher but we both graduated university becoming the first people in our family to attend and graduate university.
Me, a substitute teacher: "Why do the students even like me? I literally do the bare minimum."
Me, after listening to this thread: "Oh, the bar is HELL!"
I would tell my 2 bad teacher stories, but I would rather spend years writing ebooks, trying to become famous, then write a full ebook about it so that thousands of people will see it.
Years ago I was a nanny and babysitter. One of the children (middle school) I watched after school was trying to do her math homework and was crying because she couldn’t understand the assignment. She was really trying. I asked her if she asked her teacher for help. The teacher replied that it wasn’t her problem. I freaked out. I explained to the girl that it is her teacher’s problem. If the student cannot understand the method she is using, it is the teacher’s job to find a way she can understand. I reported this issue to her mother but she never complained to the teacher. I personally explained the math to my charge and then she was able to complete the homework. Now, many years later that child is now a middle school math teacher.
19:05 we must stay focused brothers, we must stay focused