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I was born with a disorder that makes everything sound extremely loud. I can also hear things that no one else can hear and can't handle high and low pressure zones. My entire school career so far was pure purgatory as kids would scream into my ears to hurt me as much as possible and then laugh at me. The teachers also didn't respect me because in there mind I Was dissabled and useless or at least they treated me that way. but the worst times were music classes that I was forced to participate in. The teacher always took my hearing protection away and all the kids would constantly play instruments for an our straight every week. I was obviously in unbearable pain but the teacher just didn't care. I started treating her like trash. I was constantly talking back to her, insulting her in her face, bumping in to her, ignoring her. And she started to realise that was getting realy close to just beating the everloving shit out of her. After this I finally didn't have to participate anymore.
What the fuck Maybe those stupid shits should see how getting screamed at straight into their eardrums feels Dolores would be proud of you for standing up for yourself (in your own way)
For me it would either be the one that didn't belive in food allergies and almost gave me a severe allergic reaction or the one who would give the entire class a worksheet and then go outside to smoke, I think it was every day
I didn't have the Valentine's Day incident, but I did have to fight half the boys. The schools and doctors had me on 3 times the amount of Ritalin that Texas would allow.
For me it was the entirety of my kindergarten. I had a learning disability so I was placed in a kindergarten for special needs children. The teacher I had was both verbally and emotionally abusive to us. Crying was a trigger to her and she would yell at me to the point where I would start crying. I clearly remember her yelling in my face, “You better not cry! You better not cry!” This was someone who was not only teaching 5-6 year olds, but she was supposed to be trained to handle children with special needs. But she didn’t have an ounce of patience and was instead _very_ malicious. She would also lie to my mom about my behavior in class; making it seem like I was a problem student. The worst thing she did to me though was when I had an accident during art class. When I was taken back to my classroom my teacher responded by yelling at me and punishing me. I changed out of my clothes in the class bathroom and was made to sit at my desk with my head down. If I lifted my head even a little she screamed at me to put my head down. There was another class that was using our classroom during our art class, so this was _two_ classes who were aware that I had an accident. It was undoubtedly the worst day of school I ever experienced. This woman caused me _severe_ social anxiety that I grappled with for years. She ended up losing her teaching license ten years later because of her abusive behavior towards students. I’m surprised she lasted that long.
Hey, silence really can be disturbing. Job before last, I worked for a construction company. At one point while a soil tester did his thing, I said something. He snarked back at me about letting the grownups talk. I proceeded to completely clam up and refuse to say a word (other than absolutely necessary job-related communication) for the next three days. All my coworkers freaked out and my boss actually threatened to fire me if I didn't go back to normal. My dad also used to shush me if my voice got louder than he liked in restaurants. This continued into my mid-30's. Yes, I have a loud voice. I was done trying to fight it a long time ago. Screw it. So finally dad shushes me One More Time... and once again, I completely shut up and refuse to say a word. Two minutes later, dad says "Okay, this is worse."
My witch of a teacher in first grade kept accusing me of copying everything from the boy across the aisle. I said I wasn’t copying from him but she wouldn’t believe me. I brought home a workbook which had a big red “F” on the top of each page with a diagonal line across each page. When my mother looked at each page she noticed that all of the answers were correct, so she asked me why I had an “F” on each page. I told her that teacher said I copied the answers from “Bobby,” the boy across the aisle. My mother brought the workbook to school the next day and talked to the principal, who called my teacher into the office to discuss this. The teacher said that I was copying Bobby. My mother wanted to know if she had proof that I was copying Bobby and the teacher said she didn’t need proof. My mother then asked if I could be seated anywhere else in the class so that I was not across the aisle from Bobbie. Our seating was alphabetical by the first initial of our last name, so the teacher said I had to stay where I was. The principal then told the teacher that it was a reasonable request and had her agree to move me. No more “Fs.” Bobby now got all the “Fs.” He ended up failing two grades in school and quit when he was 16 so didn’t graduate with the rest of the class. I never received an apology from the teacher but found out years later that she had five sons and hated girls, but mostly me.
I don't know if this counts. But when I was 5 School wanted to Drug me because I wasn't normal like the Others. I had terrible Social Anxiety and Anxiety. I was extremely timid. I only had one Friend at the time. I couldn't do the ABC Song and hated Songs like that. And at the time I could understand some German. After that Year I forgot pretty much all of it. I remember once a Teacher screamed at me to stop talking. So I literally didn't talk pretty much at all for Years. And I mean Years. Like I didn't learn how to until my Second Paid Job. Now days most won't know I suffer from Social Anxiety. It only acts up when it comes to Video Chat and Checking out/Ordering Food. Speech Therapy on and off was traumatized. I still remember getting chewed out for saying "ain't". Back when I was roughly 6-8 these things happened. I was forced to take Naps. On the Floor. I had only my Blanket for Comfort. I wasn't allowed to get up. I got yelled at if I didn't lay down. I can't take Naps. My Body doesn't allow it unless I'm really sick. So I stared at a Vent for the time I was forced onto the Floor. But yeah probably one of the most traumatizing things that happen was a day I was Really Sick. So Teachers wouldn't listen to me. I got to Lunch. And as soon as I got to the bars where you put your Tray I vomited all over the Bars. My Teachers let me go Home finally. I still feel so ashamed of this happening. Another thing was and still is a thing. I don't feel comfortable changing in from of anyone. So I would use the Bathroom Stall to Change. My Classmates would mock me. I'm sorry but I like my Privacy.
I was kicked from all but one school and they wouldn't take me unless I was on so much Ritalin I could barely speak. Then they put me in the sped class despite me not being sped (beyond not being able to remember the alphabet's sequence) Do you know how boring a class has to be to bore a drug zombie?
13:50 the reason people like that become teachers is so they can go on power trips be a petty dictator and have autority over the kids the skipping story earlier on reminded me of when I was in secondary school there was this special needs kid who was always bullied the teachers never did anything to stop it (I assume because he was special needs the teachers didn't care, the teachers were scum) one day he came skipping up to P.E. with his helper 5 minutes late the P.E. teacher mocked the way he skipped and made some derisory (homophobic) comments and about 90% of the class laughed at him, him and his helper went away after that and did something else for the rest of the lesson
In year 2 (grade 3 or 1 I think) my teacher ripped out my page full of my writing. That's not the worst part. I have DCD and Autism,DCD makes it so you need extra time on things because your slower and my autism makes me distracted by the noise. Basically, I had to rush so I could do the next task and it looked "sloppy". The worst part? My friend had to help me re-write my entire page of work while the class got to watch stuff on the board. Made me sad. Some other things she did include: threatening to put my coat in the bin because it FELL OFF THE PEG,when I wet myself she said"Why'd you not use the toilet?" Again, I'm autistic and don't like public toilets. The signs of autism were pretty clear too. She yelled at me because I looked at my friend (not talking btw) and moved her because we "kept messing around". And that's just the main teacher and *some* of the stories. The assistant teacher yelled at me and 3 other kids because we were "being to loud."it was a freaking indoor golden time (rip if u do what that is,u missed out )and every kid was being loud. Needles to say,that was my worst year of primary/elementary. Keep in mind this is the year before I got yelled at for laughing at 6x9. To a nine year old that's basically the pinnacle of life's jokes.
The teachers didn't care that I constantly was bullied and assaulted by the other boys. I would get in trouble for fighting 5 boys at a time. I literally never started it. Heck, I was so over medicated on Ritalin that I didn't know where I was half the time. Literally multiple times the allowed dosage of my dad's state. My kid had it rough until someone picked on his friend.
I have autism spectrum disorder - and attending Elementary school in the 2000s was not a good time for someone who has autism. I was picked on frequently by this kid who was a grade below me. Kids can be so darn cruel yet innocent. I'd scream and cry whenever he and his friends called me names and they thought it was 'funny'. I've had others scream into my ears just to get a reaction out of me. Anyway, this particular kid (BK) would follow me home - often 3-4 meters right behind me (his house was further down the street I live in) and would call me names. I would often come home crying as a result of it. Mom would report the incidents to the principal, though barely anything was done about it (again, this was the 2000s); and I ended up asking a friend (who lived across the street from me) to accompany me on the way home in case BK decided to strike. Well, BK struck again, and luck was on my side this time. Coincidentally, it was St Patrick's day. I was with my neighbor, her younger sister, and two other kids. BK - who was wearing a leprechaun suit was harassing another kid. When his first victim left, BK rammed into my shoulder and took off through the woods on our school campus. I began screaming and crying - by friends tried to comfort me, and another offered to run after BK. We got near the kitty-corner where my house was when we met an off-duty Lunchroom supervisor; she apparently had seen BK run off and knew of him when my friends told her what happened. The Supervisor then informed my mom (who worked from home) that she'd report the incident to the principal. I was taken to the office the following day to discuss the incident - but I can't recall what came of it and I don't know how BK was punished for it.
I am on the spectrum, inattentive adhd. I was moved to a school with a program for kids struggling in school. I got stuck with the same teacher for grades two and three. She was this tall mannish looking woman in her fifties, who had a permanent frown and decided she did not like me. I had short term memory issues, and sometimes I would blurt things out. Mrs. Paris was annoyed by my memory issues, especially my troubles with math. She would constantly yell at me, single me out and would blame me for things other kids in class did. The worst thing she did was gather the class to sit at a round table together, where she told them all, in front of me, unprovoked, she thought I was stupid. All her other students were smart and helpful, they were perfect; two brothers specifically whose mother sucked up to her by baking cakes for her. The second worse thing that Mrs. Paris did was when this well liked teacher died. I was in grade five at this point, and this teacher had been kind to everyone and truly lived to see all students succeed. Paris brought her grade three class into mine so another teacher could tell us about the death. I cried, and that witch shot me an ugly look and told me to be quiet. Not even when someone died, this b word couldn’t possess some humanity. She should never have been allowed to be a teacher, but it seems that schools overwhelmingly hire abusers to work in elementary schools.
The Narator: teachers are probably sticter on bullies in most countries now. Me: Oh I f***ing wish they were. Believe me they are stricter towards those that are bullied.
5:26 when i was in elementary school, my third grade teacher wouldn't let me go to the bathroom when i was sick. I kept asking until i spewed all over my class while we were sitting on the rug. I was ostracized from then on. No one wanted to be friends with the kid who spewed on everyone.
I have a story! I was in around 4th grade at the time. I went to parent walk up to get picked up by my mom. While I was waiting, I was talking to some girls who I thought were my friends. I said “rich” and they said I said a bad word. This teacher lets call her teacher. Teacher was mean to me all that year, making me run an extra lap because I didn’t know how to tie my shoe laces at the time (bad eye hand coordination) Once that came out of those girls mouths, this teacher walked over and I said I don’t say bad words or cuss. But she believed those girls over me, she grabbed my arm tightly, and drug me across the floor and made me sit on the floor. When they called my name I went to my mom crying and showing her the mark where teacher grabbed me. My wonderful momma asked what happened, and I told her that those girls said I said a bad word, and Teacher drug me across the floor and made me sit there. My mom was mad, she took me to the front office and asked them to call teacher down. They did, and my mom told teacher to never put her hands on me again. Happy ending! The week after she made me sit outside with the second graders (I was fourth grade)
Someone double every kid’s height got real angry once, to my left, with a chair. I was lucky that when I got down on the floor he threw it over my head. Then the teacher tackled him NFL style. I still don’t know why that happened, my teacher was awesome, I wish I could see her again.
One day I did lose a book from the library but I still don’t believe that. I had to pay $20 for one Arthur book. A month later they report another missing book, and I made sure if they even scanned it. They still hesitate and say that I lost the book. I was so smart that I checked to see where I found that book. They said I needed to pay it so I did double check and it was on the shelf. I was so mad and happy, imagine if I didn’t go look for it. The school are just a bunch of money scammers. My old me would be ‘no worries it’s fine’ because I’m not paying for it and I’m super nice. The me now, I’ve changed a lot and some humans just disappoint me. If that were to happen I would just ask myself, do librarians even try to find the books that are missing? Or do they rely on students to notice and pay. Still makes me so mad to this day. We had a house, but we couldn’t afford most things if my mom didn’t work 2 jobs full time.
I got two 1:I had a teacher that won't let you talk when your drewing. As someone who needs to talk when doing something it's horrible. 2:I would have cramps and no one would help. I had it really bad cramps in orchestra class and no one helped me or notice Edit:I'm still in elementary school.I'm in 5th grade
On the being made to go to school while sick one my mom did the same thing, I wasn't 3 feet into the building when I lost control and puked all over the hallway. Somehow, she did it a second time about 5 years later, and when the school nurse called her later that morning she came to get me but didn't believe I was sick (even though I'd been sick and puking for the whole weekend) until I refused to eat anything that day.
My experience the other day is another way story two could've gone. I had gone to work with my parent who is a nanny and one of the nanny kids politely asked if I was a boy or a girl because I'm a guy with long hair, but I said I'm a boy and thanked her for asking instead of assuming
The worst experience I had in elementary school was in fourth grade when my rival stole my freinds and not too long into fifth grade they accused me of calling one of my friends she stole from me a bad word when I didn’t and then I magically got them back out of nowhere and a couple days after I got them back we all went back to being friends with my rival and this rival has been pulling the same on and off friend sh!t since first grade
I got in trouble once because the teacher thought I flipped her the bird (what I really did was cross my fingers because another kid said that meant I didn’t have to do what the teacher wanted and me being dumb did it). I was in first grade I think.
4. One time I threw one of my Mary Janes down a stairwell because I wanted to know what it’d sound like when it hit the ground. One of the deans (I think) happened to walk right up as soon as I dropped the thing. Didn’t hit her, but she was really mad. Ended up not getting in trouble because she pulled the wrong teacher and I managed to slink away. Not really bad, just embarrassing. 3. Almost did a full split by accident bc I fell off my bunk bed ladder, didn’t feel the crippling pain until the next day and it was such a bad cramp that I had to go home. Kinda good but it really hurt. 2. Threw up and had to go home two days in the same week. Idk if it was 2 in a row, but they were real close. I’d had boiled eggs for breakfast both days. No, I am not allergic. 1. Accidentally mooned this random girl (“mooned” meaning she saw my pp) because when I was younger, for some reason I always absolutely _had_ to know the identity of whoever else was in the bathroom with me. The door swung open wider than I intended it to. Slammed the door shut and apologized right after, but I don’t think she heard me. She ran away and came back with her friends when I was washing my hands. They were really mad at me and I honestly don’t blame them. Didn’t help that I tried to run away like a coward because they intimidated me. They told my teacher and I had to lean on the fence for the entire recess period. I’m pretty sure everyone involved thought I did it on purpose, because my teacher seemed surprised when my dad cleared it up. Needless to say, I stopped peeking out of stalls whenever I heard someone walk in lol. I really hope I didn’t traumatize that girl too much.
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I was born with a disorder that makes everything sound extremely loud. I can also hear things that no one else can hear and can't handle high and low pressure zones. My entire school career so far was pure purgatory as kids would scream into my ears to hurt me as much as possible and then laugh at me. The teachers also didn't respect me because in there mind I Was dissabled and useless or at least they treated me that way. but the worst times were music classes that I was forced to participate in. The teacher always took my hearing protection away and all the kids would constantly play instruments for an our straight every week. I was obviously in unbearable pain but the teacher just didn't care. I started treating her like trash. I was constantly talking back to her, insulting her in her face, bumping in to her, ignoring her. And she started to realise that was getting realy close to just beating the everloving shit out of her. After this I finally didn't have to participate anymore.
What the fuck
Maybe those stupid shits should see how getting screamed at straight into their eardrums feels
Dolores would be proud of you for standing up for yourself (in your own way)
Please go back to the old thumbnail style, this new one is just kinda bad
i agree
Real. I use dark mode youtube and it just contrasts so much
More cursed than bad
So its ok to complain about a color then
@thebestrectangle4719 ok, ill agree to complaining about the color white then
For me it would either be the one that didn't belive in food allergies and almost gave me a severe allergic reaction or the one who would give the entire class a worksheet and then go outside to smoke, I think it was every day
I was bullied all throughout elementary school, and one time on Valentine’s Day, over half the class SKIPPED ME. I’m autistic and have adhd.
I didn't have the Valentine's Day incident, but I did have to fight half the boys. The schools and doctors had me on 3 times the amount of Ritalin that Texas would allow.
Me too, sister, me too...
For me it was the entirety of my kindergarten. I had a learning disability so I was placed in a kindergarten for special needs children. The teacher I had was both verbally and emotionally abusive to us. Crying was a trigger to her and she would yell at me to the point where I would start crying. I clearly remember her yelling in my face, “You better not cry! You better not cry!” This was someone who was not only teaching 5-6 year olds, but she was supposed to be trained to handle children with special needs. But she didn’t have an ounce of patience and was instead _very_ malicious. She would also lie to my mom about my behavior in class; making it seem like I was a problem student. The worst thing she did to me though was when I had an accident during art class. When I was taken back to my classroom my teacher responded by yelling at me and punishing me. I changed out of my clothes in the class bathroom and was made to sit at my desk with my head down. If I lifted my head even a little she screamed at me to put my head down. There was another class that was using our classroom during our art class, so this was _two_ classes who were aware that I had an accident. It was undoubtedly the worst day of school I ever experienced.
This woman caused me _severe_ social anxiety that I grappled with for years. She ended up losing her teaching license ten years later because of her abusive behavior towards students. I’m surprised she lasted that long.
So sorry that happened to you. Karma can be slow but it's worth the wait.
@@Not_a_Norm1e Agreed.
@@Mia-dt3gl ✌️
Hey, silence really can be disturbing. Job before last, I worked for a construction company. At one point while a soil tester did his thing, I said something. He snarked back at me about letting the grownups talk. I proceeded to completely clam up and refuse to say a word (other than absolutely necessary job-related communication) for the next three days. All my coworkers freaked out and my boss actually threatened to fire me if I didn't go back to normal.
My dad also used to shush me if my voice got louder than he liked in restaurants. This continued into my mid-30's. Yes, I have a loud voice. I was done trying to fight it a long time ago. Screw it. So finally dad shushes me One More Time... and once again, I completely shut up and refuse to say a word. Two minutes later, dad says "Okay, this is worse."
My witch of a teacher in first grade kept accusing me of copying everything from the boy across the aisle. I said I wasn’t copying from him but she wouldn’t believe me. I brought home a workbook which had a big red “F” on the top of each page with a diagonal line across each page. When my mother looked at each page she noticed that all of the answers were correct, so she asked me why I had an “F” on each page. I told her that teacher said I copied the answers from “Bobby,” the boy across the aisle. My mother brought the workbook to school the next day and talked to the principal, who called my teacher into the office to discuss this. The teacher said that I was copying Bobby. My mother wanted to know if she had proof that I was copying Bobby and the teacher said she didn’t need proof. My mother then asked if I could be seated anywhere else in the class so that I was not across the aisle from Bobbie. Our seating was alphabetical by the first initial of our last name, so the teacher said I had to stay where I was. The principal then told the teacher that it was a reasonable request and had her agree to move me. No more “Fs.” Bobby now got all the “Fs.” He ended up failing two grades in school and quit when he was 16 so didn’t graduate with the rest of the class. I never received an apology from the teacher but found out years later that she had five sons and hated girls, but mostly me.
I don't know if this counts. But when I was 5 School wanted to Drug me because I wasn't normal like the Others. I had terrible Social Anxiety and Anxiety. I was extremely timid. I only had one Friend at the time. I couldn't do the ABC Song and hated Songs like that. And at the time I could understand some German. After that Year I forgot pretty much all of it. I remember once a Teacher screamed at me to stop talking. So I literally didn't talk pretty much at all for Years. And I mean Years. Like I didn't learn how to until my Second Paid Job. Now days most won't know I suffer from Social Anxiety. It only acts up when it comes to Video Chat and Checking out/Ordering Food. Speech Therapy on and off was traumatized. I still remember getting chewed out for saying "ain't". Back when I was roughly 6-8 these things happened. I was forced to take Naps. On the Floor. I had only my Blanket for Comfort. I wasn't allowed to get up. I got yelled at if I didn't lay down. I can't take Naps. My Body doesn't allow it unless I'm really sick. So I stared at a Vent for the time I was forced onto the Floor. But yeah probably one of the most traumatizing things that happen was a day I was Really Sick. So Teachers wouldn't listen to me. I got to Lunch. And as soon as I got to the bars where you put your Tray I vomited all over the Bars. My Teachers let me go Home finally. I still feel so ashamed of this happening. Another thing was and still is a thing. I don't feel comfortable changing in from of anyone. So I would use the Bathroom Stall to Change. My Classmates would mock me. I'm sorry but I like my Privacy.
I was kicked from all but one school and they wouldn't take me unless I was on so much Ritalin I could barely speak.
Then they put me in the sped class despite me not being sped (beyond not being able to remember the alphabet's sequence)
Do you know how boring a class has to be to bore a drug zombie?
@@LegendStormcrow I can only imagine and I'm very sorry you went through this.
@@demetriusdragon3301 much appreciated. Truthfully, I can't remember much of it because of the Ritalin.
@@LegendStormcrow I get that. And I hope your doing better. Or things get better soon.
@@demetriusdragon3301 I'm doing alright. Things got better in HS, and other than things my own dang fault, it got better.
I also had a teacher named Mrs. Myers but, she was nice to me for being smart and actually was giving me more advanced stuff.
13:50 the reason people like that become teachers is so they can go on power trips be a petty dictator and have autority over the kids
the skipping story earlier on reminded me of when I was in secondary school there was this special needs kid who was always bullied the teachers never did anything to stop it (I assume because he was special needs the teachers didn't care, the teachers were scum) one day he came skipping up to P.E. with his helper 5 minutes late the P.E. teacher mocked the way he skipped and made some derisory (homophobic) comments and about 90% of the class laughed at him, him and his helper went away after that and did something else for the rest of the lesson
Why did "snowy, knifey, spoony, fork" get me? Am I a 43 yo child? Lol
In year 2 (grade 3 or 1 I think) my teacher ripped out my page full of my writing. That's not the worst part. I have DCD and Autism,DCD makes it so you need extra time on things because your slower and my autism makes me distracted by the noise. Basically, I had to rush so I could do the next task and it looked "sloppy". The worst part? My friend had to help me re-write my entire page of work while the class got to watch stuff on the board. Made me sad. Some other things she did include: threatening to put my coat in the bin because it FELL OFF THE PEG,when I wet myself she said"Why'd you not use the toilet?" Again, I'm autistic and don't like public toilets. The signs of autism were pretty clear too. She yelled at me because I looked at my friend (not talking btw) and moved her because we "kept messing around". And that's just the main teacher and *some* of the stories. The assistant teacher yelled at me and 3 other kids because we were "being to loud."it was a freaking indoor golden time (rip if u do what that is,u missed out )and every kid was being loud.
Needles to say,that was my worst year of primary/elementary. Keep in mind this is the year before I got yelled at for laughing at 6x9. To a nine year old that's basically the pinnacle of life's jokes.
The teachers didn't care that I constantly was bullied and assaulted by the other boys. I would get in trouble for fighting 5 boys at a time. I literally never started it. Heck, I was so over medicated on Ritalin that I didn't know where I was half the time. Literally multiple times the allowed dosage of my dad's state. My kid had it rough until someone picked on his friend.
I have autism spectrum disorder - and attending Elementary school in the 2000s was not a good time for someone who has autism.
I was picked on frequently by this kid who was a grade below me. Kids can be so darn cruel yet innocent. I'd scream and cry whenever he and his friends called me names and they thought it was 'funny'. I've had others scream into my ears just to get a reaction out of me.
Anyway, this particular kid (BK) would follow me home - often 3-4 meters right behind me (his house was further down the street I live in) and would call me names. I would often come home crying as a result of it. Mom would report the incidents to the principal, though barely anything was done about it (again, this was the 2000s); and I ended up asking a friend (who lived across the street from me) to accompany me on the way home in case BK decided to strike.
Well, BK struck again, and luck was on my side this time. Coincidentally, it was St Patrick's day.
I was with my neighbor, her younger sister, and two other kids. BK - who was wearing a leprechaun suit was harassing another kid. When his first victim left, BK rammed into my shoulder and took off through the woods on our school campus. I began screaming and crying - by friends tried to comfort me, and another offered to run after BK. We got near the kitty-corner where my house was when we met an off-duty Lunchroom supervisor; she apparently had seen BK run off and knew of him when my friends told her what happened. The Supervisor then informed my mom (who worked from home) that she'd report the incident to the principal.
I was taken to the office the following day to discuss the incident - but I can't recall what came of it and I don't know how BK was punished for it.
I am on the spectrum, inattentive adhd. I was moved to a school with a program for kids struggling in school.
I got stuck with the same teacher for grades two and three. She was this tall mannish looking woman in her fifties, who had a permanent frown and decided she did not like me.
I had short term memory issues, and sometimes I would blurt things out.
Mrs. Paris was annoyed by my memory issues, especially my troubles with math.
She would constantly yell at me, single me out and would blame me for things other kids in class did.
The worst thing she did was gather the class to sit at a round table together, where she told them all, in front of me, unprovoked, she thought I was stupid. All her other students were smart and helpful, they were perfect; two brothers specifically whose mother sucked up to her by baking cakes for her.
The second worse thing that Mrs. Paris did was when this well liked teacher died. I was in grade five at this point, and this teacher had been kind to everyone and truly lived to see all students succeed. Paris brought her grade three class into mine so another teacher could tell us about the death. I cried, and that witch shot me an ugly look and told me to be quiet.
Not even when someone died, this b word couldn’t possess some humanity. She should never have been allowed to be a teacher, but it seems that schools overwhelmingly hire abusers to work in elementary schools.
The Narator: teachers are probably sticter on bullies in most countries now.
Me: Oh I f***ing wish they were. Believe me they are stricter towards those that are bullied.
5:26 when i was in elementary school, my third grade teacher wouldn't let me go to the bathroom when i was sick. I kept asking until i spewed all over my class while we were sitting on the rug. I was ostracized from then on. No one wanted to be friends with the kid who spewed on everyone.
I see Gran Turismo 4 gameplay, i like the video.
I have a story!
I was in around 4th grade at the time.
I went to parent walk up to get picked up by my mom.
While I was waiting, I was talking to some girls who I thought were my friends. I said “rich” and they said I said a bad word.
This teacher lets call her teacher.
Teacher was mean to me all that year, making me run an extra lap because I didn’t know how to tie my shoe laces at the time (bad eye hand coordination)
Once that came out of those girls mouths, this teacher walked over and I said I don’t say bad words or cuss. But she believed those girls over me, she grabbed my arm tightly, and drug me across the floor and made me sit on the floor.
When they called my name I went to my mom crying and showing her the mark where teacher grabbed me.
My wonderful momma asked what happened, and I told her that those girls said I said a bad word, and Teacher drug me across the floor and made me sit there.
My mom was mad, she took me to the front office and asked them to call teacher down. They did, and my mom told teacher to never put her hands on me again.
Happy ending!
The week after she made me sit outside with the second graders (I was fourth grade)
Helloooooooooooooooooo love your vids
Someone double every kid’s height got real angry once, to my left, with a chair. I was lucky that when I got down on the floor he threw it over my head. Then the teacher tackled him NFL style. I still don’t know why that happened, my teacher was awesome, I wish I could see her again.
One day I did lose a book from the library but I still don’t believe that. I had to pay $20 for one Arthur book. A month later they report another missing book, and I made sure if they even scanned it. They still hesitate and say that I lost the book. I was so smart that I checked to see where I found that book. They said I needed to pay it so I did double check and it was on the shelf. I was so mad and happy, imagine if I didn’t go look for it. The school are just a bunch of money scammers. My old me would be ‘no worries it’s fine’ because I’m not paying for it and I’m super nice. The me now, I’ve changed a lot and some humans just disappoint me. If that were to happen I would just ask myself, do librarians even try to find the books that are missing? Or do they rely on students to notice and pay. Still makes me so mad to this day. We had a house, but we couldn’t afford most things if my mom didn’t work 2 jobs full time.
i love falling asleep to these tbh
I got two
1:I had a teacher that won't let you talk when your drewing. As someone who needs to talk when doing something it's horrible.
2:I would have cramps and no one would help. I had it really bad cramps in orchestra class and no one helped me or notice
Edit:I'm still in elementary school.I'm in 5th grade
On the being made to go to school while sick one my mom did the same thing, I wasn't 3 feet into the building when I lost control and puked all over the hallway. Somehow, she did it a second time about 5 years later, and when the school nurse called her later that morning she came to get me but didn't believe I was sick (even though I'd been sick and puking for the whole weekend) until I refused to eat anything that day.
My experience the other day is another way story two could've gone. I had gone to work with my parent who is a nanny and one of the nanny kids politely asked if I was a boy or a girl because I'm a guy with long hair, but I said I'm a boy and thanked her for asking instead of assuming
The worst experience I had in elementary school was in fourth grade when my rival stole my freinds and not too long into fifth grade they accused me of calling one of my friends she stole from me a bad word when I didn’t and then I magically got them back out of nowhere and a couple days after I got them back we all went back to being friends with my rival and this rival has been pulling the same on and off friend sh!t since first grade
For me it was 5th grade, where I got my backed stomped in by a fellow student and I got punished because I initiated it by touching the kids shoe.
I got in trouble once because the teacher thought I flipped her the bird (what I really did was cross my fingers because another kid said that meant I didn’t have to do what the teacher wanted and me being dumb did it). I was in first grade I think.
"pisser" is not a swear word. It's familiar, but from a kid, you'd let it pass
why are some of the SP-ED teachers just the worst? The only teachers that were feared in my school were the SP-ED ones.
I feel like there's a few things in life that everyone experiences. Cutting your own hair in school is prob one of them
16:37 correction like most kids that excludes aromantics when you say all
When i first learned inglish i thought bitch meant bicho (animal).
Story 6 is freaking Riddle School
Story 6 was a fetch quest.😂😂😂😂😂
12:20 I might try that since nothing else has been working for me
14:59 I never heard someone pronouns it cris-tian before
calling my teachr mom i have done that before by accident
The relentless bullying wasn't great.
Today is the last day of elementary school (for me)
we need old thumbnails back
The father who kicked the hamster tho: 🗿
nah bc the first one 😭😭😭
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4. One time I threw one of my Mary Janes down a stairwell because I wanted to know what it’d sound like when it hit the ground. One of the deans (I think) happened to walk right up as soon as I dropped the thing. Didn’t hit her, but she was really mad. Ended up not getting in trouble because she pulled the wrong teacher and I managed to slink away. Not really bad, just embarrassing.
3. Almost did a full split by accident bc I fell off my bunk bed ladder, didn’t feel the crippling pain until the next day and it was such a bad cramp that I had to go home. Kinda good but it really hurt.
2. Threw up and had to go home two days in the same week. Idk if it was 2 in a row, but they were real close. I’d had boiled eggs for breakfast both days. No, I am not allergic.
1. Accidentally mooned this random girl (“mooned” meaning she saw my pp) because when I was younger, for some reason I always absolutely _had_ to know the identity of whoever else was in the bathroom with me. The door swung open wider than I intended it to. Slammed the door shut and apologized right after, but I don’t think she heard me. She ran away and came back with her friends when I was washing my hands. They were really mad at me and I honestly don’t blame them. Didn’t help that I tried to run away like a coward because they intimidated me. They told my teacher and I had to lean on the fence for the entire recess period. I’m pretty sure everyone involved thought I did it on purpose, because my teacher seemed surprised when my dad cleared it up. Needless to say, I stopped peeking out of stalls whenever I heard someone walk in lol. I really hope I didn’t traumatize that girl too much.
Being left out a lot.
1 hour club. 👇
I accidentally called a teacher Mummy when I was in year 1.
I did too 😂
we all have
Extreme abuse bc i was autistic. Part of the reason why i have DID.