Funny story that the thumbnail reminded me of: When my sister was in kindergarten, a girl was talking about her dead duck during art class. My sister then replied that our dad died. My art teacher, very shocked that she was dealing with loss like that and feeling bad for her, called home to check in on everything. Only to get a response from my supposedly dead dad who was off work that day. Don't know why she thought it'd be a good idea to one up the girl like THAT, but okay.
@@heather_foreather Older sister was in kindergarten. Wanted to sound cooler than girl with dead duck. Said dad died. Art teacher called home to check up on her, my dad answered the phone. She said dad died to seem cool, because she was 5.
My dad refuses to believe that I was ever dangerously sick as a child. When I was born, I wasn’t breathing and had to be rushed to a bigger hospital because the one I was born in couldn’t find out what was wrong/couldn’t facilitate the problem. For the first 3-5 years of my life, I was very susceptible to pneumonia and had it so much that it caused lung scars(have since faded though). My dad denies all of this, implying my mother is either stupid or a liar for talking about it, and argues with me when I talk about the medicine I used to take. He says that I “just liked the way it made [me] feel” and it was actually just my brother’s. Barring the insult to my mom, I find the whole thing funny because, rather than admit I was ever sick, he claims that I was a three year old druggie and he was my dealer(implied, not outright stated of course).
That’s ridiculous. Was he not even around during your birth? I’m sorry you have to deal with that. As someone who has a lot of medical issues and has a similar birthing experience (had an aneurysm that was part of an underlying problem). Can’t imagine people believing I faked it and went through all that go this day for attention of drugs- smh wouldn’t you think I wanted a normal life too?
For the second story, when we were making father day cards in 5th grade one of my best friends doesn’t have a dad, so she just made a Father’s Day card for her mom that said “girls rule boys drool.” Absolute legend
The only grudge I have against a teacher (although it's definitely not as bad as these) is from 1st grade. Literally the only memory I have from it is her getting mad at me for working ahead in math. I was 1 word problem ahead, that's it. She called me out in front of the whole class and made me erase it. I got the problem right and had to rewrite everything. She also stole my friend's pens.
Oh my god same. I had finished all problems that i was supposed to do {i was in 4th grade (group 6 in special needs basic school, in the Netherlands)} and decided to work ahead a few pages. She got all mad and even though i had everything right, she failed me anyways. In front of the whole class.
I had a teacher who removed me from the student council because I had tattoos and was honest enough to tell her. After she removed me she added another dude who had a lot more tattoos than me. I STILL HATE THAT TEACHER TO THIS DAY
It wasn't a teacher for me, but a student. He just...didn't like me. I think it was because of problems at home and since I was kind of the "cinnamon bun" of my class, he figured he could just make fun of me whenever he saw me. There was one day where he literally called me a "thing". Not a girl. A thing. He even used "it/it's" pronouns on me. So anyways I got my mom to confront his mom lol
If I was the mom of the kid in the second story, that teacher would be leaving school with a second asshole. That is beyond unacceptable. When I was in school, a lot of kids had divorced parents and deadbeat dads, so they'd say to make a card for whatever guy in our life was like a father (be it an uncle, family friend, mentor, whatever).
I had a similar experience like the little kid in art class. My mom left and we didn’t know where she was and hadn’t heard from her so basically for me a 9 year old child I had no mother she was gone. We were making Mother’s Day cards in class and I went to the teacher and told her I didn’t have a mom and she rolled her eyes and just shrugged and said rather annoyed “then just make a Father’s Day card then” which I did and me dad loved it. But still never forgot how I felt at that moment like I was bothering the teacher for having my life ripped apart. Though thankfully my family got a happy ended my mom came home after 3 years of being gone. my dad forgave and they repaired their marriage and my parents are still happily married and will celebrated their 40th anniversary this year
@@HappyXID her and my dad were having issues and she became depressed and just couldn’t deal with it anymore. So she left. She came back because she realized the life she was living was not good for her and my dad rushed to her side as soon as he found out she wanted to come home. Edit to add: at the time when she left my siblings and I had no idea why she left, just one day she was gone and my dad was heartbroken. I only found out after she came back and explained everything to us.
Absolutely agree! Also it shows their lack of sense that they think they should do that despite of disliking kids. My mom wanted me to be an art teacher, but I always turned her down,that there is no frickin way I would be a teacher when I don't like kids. Also she absolutely still didn't get or respect that I don't want to do art for job. So basically what I want to say is, that there's no reason to do something that requires something you don't like. It's like if you would do something with computers while you hate computers and can't work with them. Just don't.
This reminded me of that one time my teacher falsely accused me of stealing an eraser which belongs to the whole class. She scolded me and even slapped me twice (a 5 year old) then she checked my bag and found nothing so she acted like nothing happened. She didn't even say sorry. I was silently crying the whole period while she continued teaching. I still hate her to this day
I remember my teachers gave some epic thrashings, the male teachers would go for it. One of them would take his shoe off and use that. It was pretty terrifying to see, must have really hurt.
something similar happened to me. It was first day in kindergarten and I was scared so I cried. And my teacher just said to me that she would slap me if I wouldn't stop ... I hated her so much.
Okay, so for some background, I had never liked this teacher, Mrs. Nosy, she for some reason liked being involved in student drama, idk why, but it made me question her as a teacher and begrudge thinking about the fact that I'd get her as an 11th grade English teacher (she was the only 11th grade English teacher my school had) so I basically tried treating her like a plague and kept away from her the best I could, my old friends for some reasoning liked her, but considering they was always in drama I shouldn't have been too surprised tbh, so there was times where I was stuck listening to her, but I kept very short with her trying to make her realize I wasn't interested in talking to her. I also was a troublesome student and wasn't on good terms with one of the student dean's, Ms. L, this is a bit of important information for a bit later into the story. Now onto the story. I and my mom would get into a lot of stupid arguments when I was in middle and highschool before I went to school, I knew it was stupid but still stuck to the arguments regardless, had anger issues back then I just didn't know how to control and took it out on everyone. Well I went into school highly upset that day, but of course I knew it was stupid so I sat my stuff in my class and went and sat on a chair at the end of the cafeteria, my one friend came to talk to me for a few minutes, but when I told her I was upset she walked away, everyone who knew me back then knew that when I was angry the best course of action was to avoid me until I cooled off, it just prevented a lot of issues. Well Mrs. Nosy noticed and tried to pry me of what was wrong for about 5/10 minutes, I told her at the end I didn't want to talk about it and to leave me alone, I didn't say it rude like I wanted to, but I had thought she understood and walked away, I looked at the time and figured she probably went to her classroom and figured I should go before the hallways became a mess, poor 15/16 y/o naive me, well as I'm walking down the hallway I hear Mrs. Nosy and Ms. L calling my name, I get extremely more PO and tell them to quote "leave me the F alone" although I said the actual word, needless to say I got suspended for the rest of the week for that, it was like 2 days, I ended up hating her so much more after that to the point where whenever I saw her in my head I'd think "there is the B" my mom wasn't too fond of her, the dean, or the principal either, especially due to the fact the dean looked in my notebook at my story without my permission and decided to take it until my mom got there due to it having a kissing scene, my mom wasn't amused and handed it back to me in front of them all, probably the only time she actually stuck up for me when I got suspended, every other time I did deserved it. Ty if anyone actually reads this and have a fantastic day
In my class there was a kid who lost his father, so every year the teacher let him make the same as us but a little different because they were for the grave and normal cards wouldn't be good enough. I think the card had a different text and it was laminated so it wouldn't get wet if it rained.
That first one hit me kinda hard. I had a similar teacher when i was young. Whenever there was a test, she would call all of the students that passed to the front of the classroom. She would then make the class applaud for them. (I am and was a straight A student.) She would then tell them to stop applauding. She would then say, "At least half of these kids cheated so don't be so happy for them." I would regularly overthink about this, thinking things like, " Did I cheat on accident? Did she not like me?" It happened so often that for a period of time i began to feel nauseous at the simple thought. I even TRIED to FAIL the tests that were in her class. It affected me and many other student's mental health.
@@kylajensen1957 I know it doesn't make sense yet i kept trying to make sense of it. I am glad that i don't attend that school anymore. If she still works there, I feel bad for her students.
In elementary school I got in trouble for something so I was told to stay behind in the classroom while the rest of the class went to recess, teacher ended up forgetting about me and turned the lights off the locked the doors. When they realized they left me alone when recess ended and they came back they told me not to tell anyone, I told my parents because duh, don’t think my parents ever took it up though but the school is closed now so eh
To the kid who was told they were fake barfing٫ you should've thrown up right there in gym class. Your sub may have been an asshole but let me tell you there is no way for her to accuse you of faking then
had a fifth grade teacher's assistant scream at me for "peeing myself" I actually started my period and had bled through my clothes and she refused to listen for a moment so i could say what really happened
For the father's day one I would say "maybe make one for a grandparent, or maybe a brother or uncle? or if you don't have any, or know any, you could make one for a mother or anyone else!"
My biggest grudge towards every single teacher is allowing the whole school to bully me. Yes, even the teachers bullied me. The only one who didn't was the principal, but she couldn't do anything about it. She said she could get sued if she fired all teachers for bullying me.
I had teachers who told us if we didn’t have a father in our lives to do it to someone who is a fatherly figure like a uncle or grandfather. Like is it so hard or say “oh then do it to someone you think as a father” and to a six year old really. If they said that to me at 6 I’d be balling my eyes out.
Math has always been hard for me to grasp so during my 6th year of schooling I was put into a class that was ment to help me but the teacher was the worst she gave us stuff that was ment for college/ university aged students, we were 11 and 12 year olds who had learning issues with math. I had an adult tutor at the time who couldn't understand the work I was given eaither she gave it to her husband to check it out who taught Math to upergrade students and he couldn't solve them eaither. On the last week of school while the other kids got to watch movies myself and my friend were excluded and made to work on things we didn't understand. The teacher got fired I think but I saw her years later when I was an upperclassmen myself.
in 4th grade, i had a sub for my math class. i didnt really understand math that year but i tried my best. also had social anxiety even then (that i didnt realize was actually social anxiety until recently) and i would cry if i was overwhelmed. also had a a physically abusive friend and an emotionally abusive friend… thats a different story though. but i had a sub in my 4th grade math class one day. most of us elementary kids liked her. she was goinf around the room, making all the kids answer math questions. i started freaking last minute bc i knew the answer i had was wrong and i couldn’t change it. i told her to skip me but she refused and i just kept repeating ‘i don’t know the answer.’ she kept insisting, and my toxic friend said that it’s not a big deal… it was, in fact, a huge deal to little me. she kept insisting even when i was bawling. kept saying i didnt know for a minute until i just gabe in and told her my answer. she then said it wasnt correct and moved on. ive had a grudge against her for the last 6 years now
I used have a teacher in high school who was full of partiality. She used to adore the straight A student too much. Meanwhile she used to hate the average or weak students. She used to look at us like we're trash or something.
In middle school, my history teacher change everyone seats and I needed up sitting with a boy who bullies me alot. My friend told the teacher to not pair us but he didn't listen. I fear for my sanity and maybe my life whenever I'm in that class because this boy have a thing for stabbing me with a pen or pencil. One time he did stab me and drew blood. There was a little blood but still. Blood was drawn and I was scare. The teacher wasn't helpful so I internalize the fear and pain.
In an English class, I was doing a multiple choice test. On this test I wrote the lowercase letter “i” to tell the difference between it and the letter “L” .. I also wrote an uppercase “J”. Anyways, when I got my test back, I found out my teacher had marked all the questions wrong that has the letter “i” and the letter “J”, even though I answered correctly. When I asked why, it was because my teacher assumed the two letters were the same even though they were clearly written differently. I tried to argue to get them to change my grade, but they wouldn’t budge and told me that I should make the way I write my letter “J”’s more curvy. This English teacher, and a history teacher with a different event that made me quit their class altogether, that makes me think about them from time to time.
For fathers day you could say "Make it for an older brother or uncle if you want. Maybe you could make one for your dad too, I know he's watching over you and would love to know how much you care." It's sweet and not mean at all
Not to me but my brother: my brother was in LOWER KINDERGARTEN when this happened. So, for context- my brother's kindergarten had this programme where they would ask all the kids to come dressed in a specific color and then they would learn about that particular color for that entire day. (eg: the teacher would write in their diaries to come in red tomorrow and the kids are supposed to come in red. She would then teach them stuff that are in red, like tomatoes are red, strawberries are red, and make then paint paintings in red, do activities that involve the color red..yk..All that stuff) so one fine day, they decide to have yellow day. My parents went out to buy a yellow shirt for my 4 year old brother and all was well...Until..dispersal. Now, the kindergarten in situated amongst a very narrow busy road, most parents drive huge cars to pick their kids up. We lived quite near the school so my mom would always walk there and collect my brother. So she did set out to get my brother on that day and as she was walking down the road..She saw this tiny Lil kid dressed in yellow with a big hat twice his size crossing the narrow busy road with gigantic cars, she narrows her eyes to see that it's her own kid. She panics but doesn't yell out his name else, being the kid he was, he would immediately run upto her through that dangerous path. She waited for him to cross, in a state of panic. And when he did, she grabbed him and took him home. She wailed to my dad about how he was there trodding down that deadly road. The two shocked parents went upto that kindergarten teacher and asked her what the hell was going on in her mind letting loose of a 4 year old into a busy road! She said how she didn't notice and how he had just.."walked outta there so she thought he was going home" . Needless to say, my parents were extremely mad but did not complain about her to the authorities..cause..duh..They're...the sort of people to go easy on anyone!! They were really upset with her and called her irresponsible. Later on, the lady made sure that his life was a.living.hell. Kids would bring in candies for their birthdays, she would distribute them to the entire class except my brother..EVEN FOR MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY! SHE DID THAT! Like she just grabbed the bag of candy and gave everyone candy except my brother. She would humiliate my brother for the tiniest mistakes in front of his class, scold him for absolutely no reason, to the point that I would wake up at 5 am in the morning to my brother screaming his lungs out on how he doesn't wanna go to school because the teacher doesn't like him. It was a heartbreaking sight and there was nothing we could do. Thankfully, he got the sweetest teacher in the UKG. But truly, she was..A mad woman.
Man, they're a lot of grudges I have I think back on. Teachers, sub teachers and classmates. There's times I have forgiven and it's the best feeling cause I no longer have that resentment. Other times I want to forgive and forget, but it's really hard sometimes. 😞
this reminds me of the third grade teacher. she treated me so bad and hated me for no reason and i never did anything to her. and if i didn't finish my work in class she would make me stay in for lunch and would also make me write lines sometimes if I didn't complete homework sometimes but she never did that to any other student ONLY ME. she always gave me mean looks and despite me going home almost everyday complaining about her being rude to me for no reason my mum loved her. (probably because in the parent teacher interview she was really nice to my mum idk why). my mum got her the biggest present when she left in term 3 because she was pregnant. she gave me ONE mini highlighter but to her FAVOURITE students she gave them AN ENTIRE PACKET AND AN EXTRA HIGHLIGHTER DESPITE MOST OF THEM NOT EVEN GETTING HER ANYTHING. also there was this program where every Friday the teacher would pick 4students to attend. and one time she said that if you haven't gone to it before to put your hand up and i put my hand up. SHE SAID something along the lines of "im not picking you put your hand down" A LOT OF KIDS WERE LOOKING AT ME. I LITERALLY HOPE SHE BURNS IN A FIRE.
For the 2nd story, even if your love ones are gone, I think you can still make somethjng for them. It's kinda like giving flowers to their dead love ones and putting it on their graves, but the teacher could have nice about it
I had a substitute teacher in first grade who was the worst. He yelled at a kid for getting the answers to a worksheet wrong, and when the kid started crying, the sub yelled at him and shouted, “Babies cry! Kindergarteners cry! You’re a first grader! First graders DO NOT CRY!” We never had that substitute teacher again.
When my sister was 6, our great grandfather passed away. We were very close with our great grandfather and great grandmother as my mother lived with them from age 13-27. So obviously his passing was tough for us. So one day in school, she was crying because he passed away. Idk what her teacher said, I can't remember since I was only 3 or 4 at the time, but it must've been something really bad. She was really upset, and came home and told my grandma about it. My grandma also got upset and told my parents. My mother was so mad at the teacher for whatever her response was that she ended up phoning the teacher. I remember her losing it at the teacher because she reacted the way she did instead of comforting my 6 year old sister who was crying due to our great grandfather's death. My sister felt so awful that she told my parents that she wanted to go back to her old preschool because she really disliked her teacher. She ended up going back to her old preschool after much insistence. As for the teacher, I know nothing else about her. I think the principal of the preschool might've handled it (from what I remember, the principal was caring and understanding).
During my PG in English Literature one of my professor who is a nun did not teach an important text which was part of an author's criticism that was prescribed for my literary criticism paper. She asked us to ignore that text as according to her it's very hard and would be confusing, which it was. She asked us to not attend questions based on it; if we get it for our exams as there will always be an open choice. But, when I read the text I really understood it and liked those critique ideas very much. I researched the topic and made some good notes. I taught two of my friends who could understand it clearly due to my explanation and notes. During my exam I and my friends chose 3 questions based on that text and answered them to perfection as the other question was a bit dry and needed a lot of referencing. But that professor of mine struck out all the 3 answers for all the three of us. But, one of my friend asked her as to why she struck it out and she point blank told my friend that we have cheated, as there is no way for all of us to be so brilliant according to her. When that girl explained that all our answers were different except for the core ideas and when another random girl who was close to her told her that I had also explained her that text, She gave me 3 points for my answer which was really well written. When that girl told her that she had left a 10mark question uncorrected she was shocked and told her that she gave me 3 marks for that 5 mark question thinking that it was a 10mark question. Then when everyone saw her saying this out loud she gave me 4mark for my 10mark question. She always hated me because she was spiteful and had a ego class and hated me for the knowledge and flair of language that I had.
I think I might be able to clarify the difference between a creature and a monster Creature: any fictional or real animal, written with either good or bad intentions in fiction. Monster: not necessarily scary in appearance, but any creature written with the intention to be bad in fiction.
School for me was hell from K-12 until I was in college. Mean "old biddy" teachers or "jock" gym teachers that would humiliate anyone that was shy or did not fit in. Then, add mean bullies for classmates, etc. A small rural area so no other options and parents had no clue and offered little support. I have no contact with anyone from those days as a result. I could list a number of incidents from 35-50yrs ago that well outnumber any good memories from the era.
My bad teacher experience: When I was younger we used to have this class once a week when we would learn to make food. We would be put in groups of four and it was always the same groups and we would take turns washing up. One time I was on my period and needed to go to the bathroom to change my pad. The bathroom was quite far away from the kitchen and being on my period also ment that I took longer so I was gone for quite a long time. It was my turn to wash up that day and because I took so long I didn't have time and the teacher needed to do it instead. When I came back she then proceed to embarrass and yell at me for taking to long and not washing up, in front of the entire class. And the funny thing is my group didn't even use the turn system because it was quite ridiculous considering sometimes the one who got the hardest dish would also need to wash up and then they would need to rush so we just had an agreement that whoever finished first would wash up. I was quite a good cook which meant that I often had washed up for other people. I tried to tell her this along with the fact that I was on my period but she just said that it was no excuse and continued to yell at me.
I have a nice teacher story. My brother passed very suddenly when I was in high school. We were not even a year apart in age. (11 months and I was born late) we lived in a tiny town and everyone knew him. He and his best friend both passed together in an accident. I went into shock for months and they brought in counselors to the school to help all the students cope. It took about four months for me to start to come back into reality. To this day I have about three memories between the day of the funeral and four months later. It was years later that those three memories even surfaced. I had one teacher who pulled me aside at the end of the year and told me she understood what I had been dealing with and that I needn’t stress about passing her class. She gave me a B for the year and I will never forget her empathy and kindness towards me. It was my best subject and up until the accident I had done well but after I went through months like a robot. She was the only teacher who took that into account.
For the story @2:37 I think by monter they meant something in a scary human like form while a creature would be a a terrifying animal like form, both originating on earth And an alien would be any living thing from outer space
Types of people that become teachers: 1. School bullies that never grew out of it. 2. People that were bullied as kids and want “their turn” 3. People who are really good at that subject and want a job that uses it but can’t find anything else that does. 4. The super rare “my role model growing up was my teacher and I want to inspire kids like they inspired me”
6:26 This gave me flashbacks of my 5th grade Spanish teacher. She bullied me because I wasn’t “girly” and my hair was always “messy”. And she would always use my name in every example about a dirty girl or similar stuff when writing on the board. I used to be bullied by some classmates as well, and when I tried to get help from her because she was the closest teacher, she said that it was my fault because I didn’t fix myself properly. Well, I didn’t wear skirts that much because I was terrified of wearing skirts back then since I was sexually molested multiple times through skirts when I was a child (yeah she remarked that the me “not being girly” was because I used pants with the uniform’s pattern instead of skirts), and about my hair, I have fluffy curly hair, and back then my mom didn’t buy me many things to fix it (she saw accessories as unnecessary and a way of calling attention, same with the skirts) so I usually just untangle it and went natural to the school. I still remember her with disgust because she messed up my little self a lot. If instead of criticizing me she would have asked about my family, she could have found out that the situation at my house wasn’t ideal and maybe help me. But she was a b*tch and instead ruined my trust in every adult so I didn’t search help for my situation until I was 17 in university and panic attacks didn’t let me live. I hate her, glad to hear that she was fired some years after I graduated that school.
Man I have grudges against two of my teachers. In kindergarten, my teacher told me dogs can’t be yellow while I was coloring and did other things I can’t remember. I was very upset at the time. In 1st grade, she made me move my clip down because I looked into the hallway. Another time she wouldn’t listen to me when I tried explaining why I didn’t do my homework. My mom had taken me grocery shopping after school and we didn’t get home til late and apparently she didn’t believe me because she says that shopping doesn’t take that long and it’s just an excuse.
Reminds me of when I was in grade 2, I did everything very slowly but there was nothing wrong with me, eventually grew out of it, but my grade 2 teacher always told my parents and I that I would never pass, I walked away with the "Top of the Grade" award every year after that.
My 3rd grade teacher used my dad as an example of someone burning in hell because he had committed suicide the year before. Needless to say, as soon as I got old enough, I left the church and never went back.
Reminds me of the teacher I had in my second year in Infants school, in 1973. Her name was Mrs. Cook. We had to make Mother's Day cards. I told the teacher that I didn't have a mother (she went missing several weeks before) and she slapped me for lying and for being such a horrible child. Back then, teachers were allowed to physically punish children. I was forced to make the card and then scribbled inside it. Since I had no mother I didn't see the point in writing neatly. When she saw it, she slapped me again and made me sit in the corner of the room wearing a paper cone on my head with "DUNCE" written on it. Never forgave her.
Some teachers need to be more understanding & compassionate. There are a lot of amazing teachers out there, but the bad ones make school hell. I had this one math teacher that refused to let me be a couple seconds late to her class. My class before hers was all the way across the school, and I had to stop to get my math book in my locker before heading there. Her class was towards the end of the day so it would be stupid to carry my math book with me all day and break my back. I don’t know what it is about math teachers, but they are always so strict & mean. Mind you, class was never started, everyone was always still settling and the teacher hadn’t even started teaching when I would arrive. I would have to power walk to my locker everyday and I was always a few seconds late despite trying my hardest. One day I was just sick of it and decided to walk instead, because whether I’m a few seconds or a few minutes late she gets mad regardless. She was mad when I walked in late. She was hounding me asking me why I’m late, telling me I better not be late again. I just walked to my desk ignoring her, but she wouldn’t let up. She demanded an answer. She kept asking if I heard her. I snapped and yelled, “I heard you”. I was the shy, awkward kid in high school and I never talked back to anyone but I was so annoyed with her. All she said was, “good”. I don’t remember anything she taught me but I sure as hell remember her being the worst teacher I ever had. Also, math was the hardest subject for me(I’m a right brainer), and she made me so miserable. I used to get so frustrated with math homework I would cry trying to figure it out. A little kindness would have gone a long way. I still remember my 9th grade math teacher being the best teacher ever because she was so kind, and used to teach us individually if we were having a hard time understanding. She used to call us her ‘little cherubs’. She was an angel and a perfect example of what a teacher should be.
The first one is similar to what happened to my friend when we were in 8th grade. The assignment was to write your own poem, and teacher took one look at hers and gave a very passive aggressive speech about why we shouldn't plagiarise and instead just take inspiration while once in a while glancing to my friend as if saying "I'm talking about/to you". I've seen her poem inspiration personally, and even tho it has similarities in the writing and sentence structure, it is definitely different. And then she went to this one classmate and started praising his poem while reading it out loud. I think everyone in the class knows that he copied that from somewhere because it was exactly, word by word, the same exact thing as literally the first poem that will come up if you google the topic we had to do about. He also knows this, he was just glancing around awkwardly looking at other people lowkey asking for help while we were all just staring at him, raising eyebrows kinda like mocking them lmao. I'm not even mad at that guy, it was genuinely funny and even he was surprised the teacher picked his out and believed him. I just feel bad for my friend hm
Btw nobody ever liked that teacher because she was so uptight and passive aggressive all the time. She was a language teacher and if someone speak another language other than the subject, they need to write each word in the language we were learning 100 times. Luckily she never caught me speaking English in class lmao. Once i asked my friend to smell my hand because i thought the soap i used smelled good, and she saw and she called out my friend for some reason?? Like blaming us for not paying attention in class and shit. Bruv we weren't even talking that much, just one or two words. Legit tho does she have a stick up her ass or what omg. One mistake in an essay, redo it 10 times on loose papers and send it to her. One time i didnt bring my book, we had to hand in our essay that day and she didn't believe me. Went through my bag, didnt find it, and told me to send a picture to her as soon as i got back home because she thought i was lying when i said i already did it but i accidentally left it at home. When i sent it in, she said i was late because i was busy doing the essay, because again, she thought i was lying about having it done. Bro i was late because my mom went to the grocery to buy stuff before going home. Well sorry that we are a normal family that needs to eat bruh. Like i said, nobody liked that teacher.
this reminds me of when i was in kindergarten and it was valentines day. a little boy gave me a little teddy bear because he really liked me. and the rude teacher snatched it from my hands and was like "NO! if you dont have enough for the WHOLE class you cant give it to her!" and put it in her drawer and never gave it back. im 19 now and still think that was out of pocket.
Once, in fourth grade during an exam a teacher pulled my hair so hard that I blacked out. Then she slapped me , only because the answer sheets that she placed on my desk fell down by accident. I forgot about this incident until very recently. I told my mom and she is livid ever since. She wants to sue that teacher, but I don't know if it's even possible, since it's been around 15 years.
I have a story to share lol. In elementary/grade school a teacher I worked with a couple times a day yelled at me because I didn't know how to multiply by 5. When I started crying she got annoyed about it even though it was her fault. I think that might be why I'm afraid to ask for help or get things wrong. I sometimes think back and wonder why she decided to work in special education. Edit: I was 10 when this happened. I also have a learning disability. Not sure if there's a name for it but it makes reading and math difficult for me.
This teacher's son was in the same class as me and she was our teacher in first and second grade. There was this day where i caught him trying to look under a girl's uniform, so i told her about it but got punished instead and called a lier. Ever since then she targeted me and punished me for small, stupid things. Like when i was leaving the bathroom and some of the older kids were playing and they ended up hitting me in my head and everything was spinning, i was trying to tell her that but because i was a few seconds late for her class she beat me and made me write apology to her. Now she teachers my brother, i tried to tell my mother to change his class but she too believes that I'm lieing and the teacher isn't wrong.
I still hold a grudge for my art teacher when I was 13. We have art on Mondays and Thursdays. One Monday, the teacher assigned a project to hand in the next Monday. We decided to do the assignment early and hand it in on the Thursday. How ever, when Thursday came we found out that the teacher was out sick and would be out all of the next two weeks. My school had this rule that you could only give homework to the teacher that assigned it so that it wouldn't be misplaced or anything like that. The only way you could give it to another teacher was if the teacher was absent the day that the homework was due and they allow another teacher to take it for them. The teacher didn't do that so we had to wait until they returned to school. The teacher returned to school on a Wednesday and called my class to the art room and demanded to know why we didn't hand in the assignment. We explained that he was out sick and he didn't authorize another teacher to take the assignment so we couldn't give it to him or anyone else. He replied, I know what I will do and dismissed us. When we had art the next day he refused to take the assignment. When we got our report cards at the end of the semester (that's when we get our report cards where I live) we got a zero even though we did other homework assignments and projects in class to give us marks. I had told my mom about the grade and she was pissed. I had already told her about the assignment when it happened so she called the school to complain and so did the other parents. He no longer taught art at the school after that.
The teacher saying “do it anyway” could’ve said that much nicer. She could’ve said “Oh, well maybe you can make one for him to give to him if you visit his grave/burial site/put it near his urn/etc.” don’t just snap at them. In second grade (because I’m a quarter Caucasian and three quarters Asian, so I’m obviously a poc), Some people made fun of my skin color and asked things like “ArE yOu ChInEsE?” I’m not. I’m half Korean and a quarter Japanese, but not Chinese. It’s stupid. I still hold a grudge against them. It happened in second grade and I’m in seventh now. Yup, no surprise, I’m a person who holds grudges for years.
My 3rd grade teacher never seemed to have noticed how serious it was that this new girl didn't know how to read and would not try to pay attention in class for the most part. It seemed that she had gotten used to moving a lot because her parents frequently transferred jobs. My classmates couldn't stand her for the most part because it was really annoying how she would doze off and treat class work like a joke. I really can't imagine if my teacher would have finally done something to her if she hadn't transferred out in the middle of the school year when she did. My classmates didn't seem to care that she stopped coming because we didn't have much problems after she left.
In 5th grade I had a teacher who ignored me when I had my hand raised. Thought I was faking migraines when we went to high altitude field trips. When I wasn’t feeling good on one of those trips it was in the snow and she dropped a shovel telling me to get up and I was downhill and it hit my knee. She would constantly keep me after school and inside during recess. One time she ate my food while I went to the restroom and denied it.
As someone who eventually wants to become a teacher and who loves children, listening to this was literally horrifying. Like, how could someone ever treat a child like that? Especially a teacher whose literal hole job is guiding children? That's awful. Those people should. Not be allowed to work with children. Ever.
In middle school, we had a sub for our PE class. I got dress-coded because my shorts weren't "fingertip length" (yes, that was an actual rule at my school) even though they were perfectly modest and covered everything. When I protested this, she dragged me down the hallway while I was crying out of embarrassment and a bit of pain as her nails dug into my skin. The bell had just rung, so people were staring at me. I still have zero clue HOW I managed to get this teacher to let me call my mother, but I did. This sub was trying to make me wear these disgusting, mucus green boys basketball shorts out of the lost and found. Nope. Called my Mom, who was rightfully pissed at the situation. Then she brought me some jeans and all was well. Still hate that sub tho.
My music teacher from 2nd or 3rd grade told everyone to sit quietly with a “bubble” in our mouths and a “zero” in the air (holding our hand up in a circular shape, a weird ass method to keep us from chatting) after telling us so she called each and everyone of us up to get a piece of candy.. but me. She gave me this look of disgust and a bit of jealousy?..even a classmate pointed out that tears had started running down my face from the feeling of being ignored but,not ignored? “Missssssss,(my name)’s cryinnng” “..I know”. That made me despise her, she was a nice teacher but that was fucked up honestly. I don’t remember much of my history with her after that, I don’t remember much of anything after that really 💀
My highschool history teacher told me if I didn't learn to spell, everyone was going to think I'm iliterate. I was reading at a collage level in grade school. I just can't spell, because there is a processing error in my brain that makes it so I can't recognize some sounds, vowels especially. I learned to read by sight and context because phonics is a great, big, mystery to me. Fortunately my mom did her masters thesis for special ed on spelling, so I'm pretty grounded on the problem and didn't receive a huge blow to my self-esteem. But it still pisses me off, mainly because he appears to have been partly right. He was also fond of telling us we were going to be the first generation that wouldn't do better then our parents generation.
Last story: if theu gets these migraines regularly, shouldn't the teacher know that's in their medical history and give them a pass? That's child endangerment especially since OP could have hurt themselves on the stairs.
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Dude my old teacher decided to stand up in the middle of the class and tell the grades. I tried my hardest on the test that wasn't even important and she gave me a 75% while everyone else got in the 90's. I'm not mad about getting the grade I'm mad about her giving me a 75 when I KNEW I got a 100. Apparently I didnt.
In elementary school I was bullied since third grade by whole class and my teacher (who was educational advisor) supported it. This school sucked in a whole another level in many things. 1. lunches were disgusting with huge D, and many s. 2. I was not the one student from class who left this school. One of my classmates went to same school as me (to the second one) like half a year after me. 3. we had like for a year one teacher for computer classes. Tbh I was not a fan of him because he disliked us so much. But he was pretty skilled in this. Anyway, few years ago I found out from my brother (he went to same school), that supposingly (hope it's correct word 😅) all teachers and students made fun of him and basically bullied him for being gay. So it started to make sense to me why he disliked us, and hope he's doing well. Anyway my mom didn't really cared till fifth grade when I changed school. Which didn't really helped because classmates and most of teachers were same. So yeah... I hated my elementary schools and definitely made my already terrible mental health even worse. And I'm super glad I'm out of this phase of life.
Once, in elementary school, I went up to the teacher to ask to go to the bathroom because I felt sick. She was just ignoring me for no apparent reason. So, then I threw up all over the carpeted floor and my mom picked me up. I felt fine after that, but I bet everyone else just loved that puke smell for the rest of the day. lol Looking back, I wish I had been more malicious and had just thrown up right on that lady.
I had something similar to that sick story. Only it was during a school assembly, I think I was in second grade at the time, we were singing the national anthem, I had a couple pizza slices for lunch, and I asked to go to sickbay, I was young, I don't remember many things, but I do remember, me throwing up for the next two hours, including all over the floor in the assembly hall, when my teacher refused to let me go to sickbay, I also remember my teacher rubbing my back, as I continued to puke in the garden bed just outside the assembly hall. Thinking about it now, I most likely got food poisoning.
I had a Kindergarten teacher. This isn’t as bad as the other ones, but I remember her punishing me, and I didn’t even know what I did wrong. I’m no trouble maker. I’m certain she did this only to me. I can remember her long nails digging into my skin after not even telling me what I did wrong. She just punished me every day, just me, and told me nothing about what I did wrong. I don’t even know what to say at this point because I don’t know what I did. You didn’t really get punished very much at this age, so she made me sit in a corner, or she humiliated me, or she dragged me to be isolated at a table with those long nails of hers. I probably hated that year more than junior high.
THAT FIRST ONE!!!!!! When I was in 6th grade during the SAME project, my teacher first called me outside to report me for plagiarising Wikipedia and then later for cutting out of library books and sticking the pictures onto my project. Like, it just HAD to be that book that the library called the school about! I did lend it, but I did PHOTOCOPIES of the pictures, LOL my poor 6th grader heart! AND my writing really DID look so small and neat that it looked like it was out of a book or printed onto the paper. I swear even the principal gave her the stink eye. AND the kid who really DID cut out from the book was caught. Go figure.
Ik this is like something very small, but when I was in elementary (this story is when I was in 1st grade), there was this one sub that literally no one liked. Like-- if you asked someone what they thought of her they wouldn't say something nice. I was in an after-school program for that day where you do your homework and hang out. Two of my classmates were also there, so we decided to do the homework together because our teacher didn't specifically didn't tell us we couldn't. We needed some dice and my classmates, not wanting to talk to the scary sub (because the teacher on duty had to give things to us-- we couldn't just take it), asked me to ask for the dice. So I did. I went up to her and said something like "Me, ***, and ***, need some dice. Is there any that we could use?" and this old lady said, I kid you not, "No. Not if you say is wrong. It's ***, ***, and I. Okay?" LIKE I'M SORRY THAT I'M A STRAIGHT-A FIRST GRADER WHO WASN'T TAUGHT THAT YET BECAUSE I'M A FIRST GRADER! I CAN'T CONTROL THAT!!!! So I said, "***, ***, and I need some dice. Is there any that we could use?" and she said "Sure! How many do you need?" "3" Okay! Here." "Thank you!" and then I went back to the table-- almost in tears because I was a 1st grader and I'm still sensitive when people (especially teachers and people who have authority over me) get angry/yell/correct me because I generally respect them. So in total: I got dice and a grudge which will later be expanded. Also, it still pisses me the heck off. (btw idek if I use correct grammar anymore-- I don't really understand it so I'm not very good at it.)
My 4th grade teacher was definitely the WORST teacher I’ve ever had so far in my school years and there are probably several bad things I could say about her. But one instance that stands out to me is the time close to the end of the school year when everyone in my class had to pair up for some kind of project. I got paired up with one of my friends and we worked really hard and put a lot of effort into our project. But come the day we were supposed to present and I got sick so I couldn’t come to school. I assumed this just meant that my friend and I would have to present our project on another day. But instead my teacher made my friend present the project BY HERSELF the same day as everyone else and marked down our project because I was absent! Like, DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE ABSENT TODAY?! IM SICK YOU IDIOT!
If I had only one parent I would personally write them both a Mother and Father's day card cuz when you only have one, they kinda become the role of both parents 5:37 also my mom would be FURIOUS
when i was in grade 6 it was probably like january that time, me & my friends we went swimming and i guess i enjoyed it so much that i got really dark (skin colour) the next day she was calling students to answer some questions but the question she asked me i didnt really know she said i didnt pay attention (i did i just did not know how to say it/explain) and she also said i was not paying attention because of the swimming that we did the day after and that she cant even see me because of how dark i am (i am a top student and this really affected how i participate in class i was so humiliated) ps : i was the only one that got shouted that day and the others that also got the wrong answer she just said that's not the answer that im looking for then called for another student
Kyutie: tries to find the difference between creature and monster Me: so when do we tell her the teacher was just being an arbitrary piece of crap? No offense, Kyutie, I love your videos 👍 Edit: I was on the receiving end of a bad teacher before and I feel bad hearing all these stories. If you want to become a teacher just to bully students, don't become a teacher!
I have a grudge against my kindergarten teacher lmao. We were coming back from lunch and she told us she’d be in the room shortly and told us to sit down. We get into the room and this boy blocks my desk. I try to weave around him but can’t. So I decide to chase him back to his desk and attempt to run back to mine before he could block me again. we get to his desk, he sees the teacher but I couldn’t since my back was to the door, he sits down and the teacher gets mad and tells us to go in the hall. She’s angry and like “why were you two not in your desks?” I tell her what happened and she immediately didn’t believe me but asked the boy what happened and she believed him over me. She sent my parents an email home and I ended up getting grounded for a week….IN KINDERGARTEN. Anyways yeah kinda had a grudge against my parents too because I tried explaining to them so hard what really happened.
1. In kindergarten, I got dragged by the ear to the principal's office because I did EXACTLY what she SAID! 2. In 8th grade, my teacher woke me up and told me to go to the office and call my dad to school so the teacher could talk to him about my "drug abuse." 3. In 9th grade, I got detention because I answered a teacher's direct question HONESTLY after she told me I answer OR I get detention. SO, I decided to answer her question. I KNEW what the outcome would be, so I spoke as softly. When I was done, EVERYONE in the class laughed their butts off. I got detention for insubordination (because everyone else laughed 4. In 11th grade, I got a C- on a 30-day journal. I had followed the directions: at least 5 sentences, nothing illegal, immoral, or not school appropriate. Since I wrote 5 sentences most days. Following directions, I had to leave a lot of my day out. I asked why I got the C- and she said I only did the minimum and I wrote like a second grader (almost all simple sentences). 5. In 12th grade, the same teacher ruined a surgery I had. Per the doctor's orders, I wasn't to take my sunglasses off for at least 6 weeks post-op unless I was in total darkness. 6 DAYS post-op, I returned to school. I had to give a speech that could NOT be postponed even though eye contact was 50% of the grade. Either I FAILED the speech (and the grading period) OR I took my sunglasses off to give the speech. Took the glasses off for the speech. It ruined my eye surgery.
There was a teacher that my brother liked. This back when I was in elementary school. So I had this teacher for summer school, and had her as my teacher. I was really shy when I tried to get help on assignment I felt she wasn't much help at all. I did not like this lady.
My heart breaks for the little kid with no underwear and needing a shower. It hurts enough when your parents don't take proper care of you. I know this from experience
In 2nd grade my teacher was giving out prizes depending on your grade. I had a B so my prize would be kinda good but when I had to choose, I didn't like any of them. Then a blue diamond came out of the bag that had prizes for the A students and I really liked it but I knew I wouldn't be able to get it since I was a B student. Then my teacher asked me if I wanted it and I said yes. He gave it to me and I started heading to my desk and then he said "But you don't deserve it" I was like 😐😐. In the end I still kept it but I feel like that teacher hated me because that wasn't the only time he showed it. Side Note: I was really close to an A😒
Oh my gosh, I actually have a story about this! Beware though, this is a bit of a chonky paragraph, kinda gotta vent. (And I'll be referring to the teacher as he/she btw, they're still a good teacher and I want to respect their privacy.) 😅 So my school has a dress code, obviously, and... it's a bit messed up and inconsistent, the teachers dress code for some pretty ridiculous things, but otherwise it's pretty normal. No spaghetti straps, no cop tops, no deep V necks or shorts that are too short, the usual. And last year, I got dress coded on the last two days of school including graduation (lol) after being clear the whole year, because of crop tops. That was fine tho, it was a bit too short, I can see why he/she did it. BUT. Here's where the good part comes. Last week was my first week of school, and it's summer, so naturally I try and wear as little clothes as possible with still being modest. I've always been super modest, no tank tops, no shorts, I just didn't feel too comfortable. But during the summer, I had a big dance performance, and they made us wear some skimpier clothing then what I usually would. (btw the teacher that dress coded me watched it, i wonder what he/she thought of the DEEP V neck with tan spaghetti straps so it looked like there wasn't anything lol) But the whole show went fine, so I decided to just buy some tank tops and shorts for school, because why not? It's hot, I don't want to be sweating in a t-shirt and leggings all day! And, keep in mind, both my parents went shopping with me, and we all had the dress code in mind. Anyway, I go back to school with a cute tank top on, and guess what happens! At the end of class, he/she asks me to come up to his/her desk, and he/she (quietly thank god) tells me that my shirt is too short. I stop. I look down. And, I KID YOU NOT, the way that my shirt is cut, with a little upside-down V at the bottom, is showing A SLIVER OF SKIN. BECAUSE I FORGOT TO PULL IT DOWN WHEN I STOOD UP. AND I GOT DRESS CODED! I may have understood the first time, but this was just too far. So I go to lunch and tell my friends, and they are also all in disbelief. We talked about it for the rest of the day. No one even NOTICED until he/she dress coded me! And then we're distracted for the rest of the day by this thing. It was just really stupid. Anyway, had to vent, thanks for your time if you read this whole thing! If you think I did something wrong somehow, please tell me, I'd love to hear other thoughts. Hope you have a great rest of your day! 😊
To this day I hate my grade 10 maths teacher who is also my class teacher. Maths was and is still my least favourite subject and ever since I was in his class, he would ignore me and another girl who was equally not good at maths as me. He treated all the other students kindly while the other girl and I were basically non-existing. He would not re-explain a question and if I or the girl get an answer wrong he would humiliate us by making us stand while asking us to somehow answer the question. I never got above 40 marks in his class and my mother doesn't blame me. And I still hate him for making me feel useless. Thanks to the pandemic I didn't get to see his stupid face in person
Funny story that the thumbnail reminded me of: When my sister was in kindergarten, a girl was talking about her dead duck during art class. My sister then replied that our dad died. My art teacher, very shocked that she was dealing with loss like that and feeling bad for her, called home to check in on everything. Only to get a response from my supposedly dead dad who was off work that day. Don't know why she thought it'd be a good idea to one up the girl like THAT, but okay.
atleast the art teacher was nice
um, i don’t know why she thought it was a good idea to one up the girl AT ALL.
What? Can someone explain please? I don't understand
@@heather_foreather Older sister was in kindergarten. Wanted to sound cooler than girl with dead duck. Said dad died. Art teacher called home to check up on her, my dad answered the phone. She said dad died to seem cool, because she was 5.
@@LonelyWriter26 oh lol thanks
My dad refuses to believe that I was ever dangerously sick as a child. When I was born, I wasn’t breathing and had to be rushed to a bigger hospital because the one I was born in couldn’t find out what was wrong/couldn’t facilitate the problem. For the first 3-5 years of my life, I was very susceptible to pneumonia and had it so much that it caused lung scars(have since faded though). My dad denies all of this, implying my mother is either stupid or a liar for talking about it, and argues with me when I talk about the medicine I used to take. He says that I “just liked the way it made [me] feel” and it was actually just my brother’s. Barring the insult to my mom, I find the whole thing funny because, rather than admit I was ever sick, he claims that I was a three year old druggie and he was my dealer(implied, not outright stated of course).
Wtf. How can you not believe your kid is sick but believe they were born a drug dealer? Sorry you had to go through that.
That’s ridiculous. Was he not even around during your birth? I’m sorry you have to deal with that. As someone who has a lot of medical issues and has a similar birthing experience (had an aneurysm that was part of an underlying problem). Can’t imagine people believing I faked it and went through all that go this day for attention of drugs- smh wouldn’t you think I wanted a normal life too?
That means that he is cowardice and would rather feel malice towards his own family than admit that hardship could impact anyone who is innocent.
Are you ok now?
@Chey Blake I’m good, thanks for asking!!
For the second story, when we were making father day cards in 5th grade one of my best friends doesn’t have a dad, so she just made a Father’s Day card for her mom that said “girls rule boys drool.”
Absolute legend
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Legend
I love that
There's also the option to write a Father's Day card to one (or both) of one's grand-fathers.
The only grudge I have against a teacher (although it's definitely not as bad as these) is from 1st grade. Literally the only memory I have from it is her getting mad at me for working ahead in math. I was 1 word problem ahead, that's it. She called me out in front of the whole class and made me erase it. I got the problem right and had to rewrite everything. She also stole my friend's pens.
Oh my god same. I had finished all problems that i was supposed to do {i was in 4th grade (group 6 in special needs basic school, in the Netherlands)} and decided to work ahead a few pages. She got all mad and even though i had everything right, she failed me anyways. In front of the whole class.
I had a teacher who removed me from the student council because I had tattoos and was honest enough to tell her. After she removed me she added another dude who had a lot more tattoos than me. I STILL HATE THAT TEACHER TO THIS DAY
Hypocrisy at its finest
It wasn't a teacher for me, but a student. He just...didn't like me. I think it was because of problems at home and since I was kind of the "cinnamon bun" of my class, he figured he could just make fun of me whenever he saw me.
There was one day where he literally called me a "thing". Not a girl. A thing. He even used "it/it's" pronouns on me.
So anyways I got my mom to confront his mom lol
If I was the mom of the kid in the second story, that teacher would be leaving school with a second asshole. That is beyond unacceptable. When I was in school, a lot of kids had divorced parents and deadbeat dads, so they'd say to make a card for whatever guy in our life was like a father (be it an uncle, family friend, mentor, whatever).
I had a similar experience like the little kid in art class. My mom left and we didn’t know where she was and hadn’t heard from her so basically for me a 9 year old child I had no mother she was gone. We were making Mother’s Day cards in class and I went to the teacher and told her I didn’t have a mom and she rolled her eyes and just shrugged and said rather annoyed “then just make a Father’s Day card then” which I did and me dad loved it. But still never forgot how I felt at that moment like I was bothering the teacher for having my life ripped apart. Though thankfully my family got a happy ended my mom came home after 3 years of being gone. my dad forgave and they repaired their marriage and my parents are still happily married and will celebrated their 40th anniversary this year
Did she tell you why she left?
@@HappyXID her and my dad were having issues and she became depressed and just couldn’t deal with it anymore. So she left. She came back because she realized the life she was living was not good for her and my dad rushed to her side as soon as he found out she wanted to come home.
Edit to add: at the time when she left my siblings and I had no idea why she left, just one day she was gone and my dad was heartbroken. I only found out after she came back and explained everything to us.
@@Redwallwarriorgirl89 ah, I see. Well at least they're back together and everything is good now!
I’m happy that she came back!
Aww! 😭❤
Some people just don’t deserve to be around/ take care of children
If you’re gonna bully 5 year olds you’re going down the wrong career path
Become a TH-cam like pyrocynical if you want to do that
@@lelduck6388 pyro pog tho
@@kurapikakurta1997 Yes yes
Some people are in various professions for all the wrong reasons. This is certainly the case with these teachers.
Absolutely agree! Also it shows their lack of sense that they think they should do that despite of disliking kids. My mom wanted me to be an art teacher, but I always turned her down,that there is no frickin way I would be a teacher when I don't like kids. Also she absolutely still didn't get or respect that I don't want to do art for job. So basically what I want to say is, that there's no reason to do something that requires something you don't like. It's like if you would do something with computers while you hate computers and can't work with them. Just don't.
Yeah totally
This reminded me of that one time my teacher falsely accused me of stealing an eraser which belongs to the whole class. She scolded me and even slapped me twice (a 5 year old) then she checked my bag and found nothing so she acted like nothing happened. She didn't even say sorry. I was silently crying the whole period while she continued teaching. I still hate her to this day
Bruh, did she ever get in trouble?
@@suziegonzalez2261 no, unfortunately in my country teachers can hit their students to 'discipline' them
@@nitii0.0 that sucks
I remember my teachers gave some epic thrashings, the male teachers would go for it.
One of them would take his shoe off and use that.
It was pretty terrifying to see, must have really hurt.
My kindergarten teacher yelled at me for crying. Her exact words were “stop crying, you’re not hurt!”
Sad that you were a kid. Someone should've told her: "Stop yelling, nobody hurt you!"
Your feelings are hurt though. It didn't have to be physical. Plus that's very invalidating to say to a child. Not good.
something similar happened to me. It was first day in kindergarten and I was scared so I cried. And my teacher just said to me that she would slap me if I wouldn't stop ... I hated her so much.
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My very first teacher was horror as well.
The woman never smiled.
The next one was lovely, the complete opposite.
@@dannythekingofchaosandkitt4892 Did she ever actually hit you? Or was it just a threat that felt like it could happen?
First off: that hairstyle looks so gorgeous on you!❤️❤️
Secondly, I hope everyone who was mistreated by a teacher is okay now❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Okay, so for some background, I had never liked this teacher, Mrs. Nosy, she for some reason liked being involved in student drama, idk why, but it made me question her as a teacher and begrudge thinking about the fact that I'd get her as an 11th grade English teacher (she was the only 11th grade English teacher my school had) so I basically tried treating her like a plague and kept away from her the best I could, my old friends for some reasoning liked her, but considering they was always in drama I shouldn't have been too surprised tbh, so there was times where I was stuck listening to her, but I kept very short with her trying to make her realize I wasn't interested in talking to her. I also was a troublesome student and wasn't on good terms with one of the student dean's, Ms. L, this is a bit of important information for a bit later into the story. Now onto the story. I and my mom would get into a lot of stupid arguments when I was in middle and highschool before I went to school, I knew it was stupid but still stuck to the arguments regardless, had anger issues back then I just didn't know how to control and took it out on everyone. Well I went into school highly upset that day, but of course I knew it was stupid so I sat my stuff in my class and went and sat on a chair at the end of the cafeteria, my one friend came to talk to me for a few minutes, but when I told her I was upset she walked away, everyone who knew me back then knew that when I was angry the best course of action was to avoid me until I cooled off, it just prevented a lot of issues. Well Mrs. Nosy noticed and tried to pry me of what was wrong for about 5/10 minutes, I told her at the end I didn't want to talk about it and to leave me alone, I didn't say it rude like I wanted to, but I had thought she understood and walked away, I looked at the time and figured she probably went to her classroom and figured I should go before the hallways became a mess, poor 15/16 y/o naive me, well as I'm walking down the hallway I hear Mrs. Nosy and Ms. L calling my name, I get extremely more PO and tell them to quote "leave me the F alone" although I said the actual word, needless to say I got suspended for the rest of the week for that, it was like 2 days, I ended up hating her so much more after that to the point where whenever I saw her in my head I'd think "there is the B" my mom wasn't too fond of her, the dean, or the principal either, especially due to the fact the dean looked in my notebook at my story without my permission and decided to take it until my mom got there due to it having a kissing scene, my mom wasn't amused and handed it back to me in front of them all, probably the only time she actually stuck up for me when I got suspended, every other time I did deserved it. Ty if anyone actually reads this and have a fantastic day
In my class there was a kid who lost his father, so every year the teacher let him make the same as us but a little different because they were for the grave and normal cards wouldn't be good enough. I think the card had a different text and it was laminated so it wouldn't get wet if it rained.
That first one hit me kinda hard. I had a similar teacher when i was young. Whenever there was a test, she would call all of the students that passed to the front of the classroom. She would then make the class applaud for them. (I am and was a straight A student.) She would then tell them to stop applauding. She would then say, "At least half of these kids cheated so don't be so happy for them." I would regularly overthink about this, thinking things like, " Did I cheat on accident? Did she not like me?" It happened so often that for a period of time i began to feel nauseous at the simple thought. I even TRIED to FAIL the tests that were in her class. It affected me and many other student's mental health.
Either that teacher was sadistic or mentally ill bc that makes no sense
@@kylajensen1957 I know it doesn't make sense yet i kept trying to make sense of it. I am glad that i don't attend that school anymore. If she still works there, I feel bad for her students.
In elementary school I got in trouble for something so I was told to stay behind in the classroom while the rest of the class went to recess, teacher ended up forgetting about me and turned the lights off the locked the doors. When they realized they left me alone when recess ended and they came back they told me not to tell anyone, I told my parents because duh, don’t think my parents ever took it up though but the school is closed now so eh
To the kid who was told they were fake barfing٫ you should've thrown up right there in gym class. Your sub may have been an asshole but let me tell you there is no way for her to accuse you of faking then
the kid should throw up on her. So she had a good lecture...
had a fifth grade teacher's assistant scream at me for "peeing myself" I actually started my period and had bled through my clothes and she refused to listen for a moment so i could say what really happened
For the father's day one
I would say "maybe make one for a grandparent, or maybe a brother or uncle? or if you don't have any, or know any, you could make one for a mother or anyone else!"
same or just ask the kid to doodle
My biggest grudge towards every single teacher is allowing the whole school to bully me. Yes, even the teachers bullied me. The only one who didn't was the principal, but she couldn't do anything about it. She said she could get sued if she fired all teachers for bullying me.
I had teachers who told us if we didn’t have a father in our lives to do it to someone who is a fatherly figure like a uncle or grandfather. Like is it so hard or say “oh then do it to someone you think as a father” and to a six year old really. If they said that to me at 6 I’d be balling my eyes out.
Math has always been hard for me to grasp so during my 6th year of schooling I was put into a class that was ment to help me but the teacher was the worst she gave us stuff that was ment for college/ university aged students, we were 11 and 12 year olds who had learning issues with math. I had an adult tutor at the time who couldn't understand the work I was given eaither she gave it to her husband to check it out who taught Math to upergrade students and he couldn't solve them eaither. On the last week of school while the other kids got to watch movies myself and my friend were excluded and made to work on things we didn't understand. The teacher got fired I think but I saw her years later when I was an upperclassmen myself.
If i were honest id hold a grudge too like what. Mad annoying . The first one, like WHERE IS UR PROOF-
in 4th grade, i had a sub for my math class. i didnt really understand math that year but i tried my best. also had social anxiety even then (that i didnt realize was actually social anxiety until recently) and i would cry if i was overwhelmed. also had a a physically abusive friend and an emotionally abusive friend… thats a different story though. but i had a sub in my 4th grade math class one day. most of us elementary kids liked her. she was goinf around the room, making all the kids answer math questions. i started freaking last minute bc i knew the answer i had was wrong and i couldn’t change it. i told her to skip me but she refused and i just kept repeating ‘i don’t know the answer.’ she kept insisting, and my toxic friend said that it’s not a big deal… it was, in fact, a huge deal to little me. she kept insisting even when i was bawling. kept saying i didnt know for a minute until i just gabe in and told her my answer. she then said it wasnt correct and moved on. ive had a grudge against her for the last 6 years now
I used have a teacher in high school who was full of partiality. She used to adore the straight A student too much. Meanwhile she used to hate the average or weak students. She used to look at us like we're trash or something.
In middle school, my history teacher change everyone seats and I needed up sitting with a boy who bullies me alot. My friend told the teacher to not pair us but he didn't listen. I fear for my sanity and maybe my life whenever I'm in that class because this boy have a thing for stabbing me with a pen or pencil. One time he did stab me and drew blood. There was a little blood but still. Blood was drawn and I was scare. The teacher wasn't helpful so I internalize the fear and pain.
In an English class, I was doing a multiple choice test. On this test I wrote the lowercase letter “i” to tell the difference between it and the letter “L” .. I also wrote an uppercase “J”. Anyways, when I got my test back, I found out my teacher had marked all the questions wrong that has the letter “i” and the letter “J”, even though I answered correctly. When I asked why, it was because my teacher assumed the two letters were the same even though they were clearly written differently. I tried to argue to get them to change my grade, but they wouldn’t budge and told me that I should make the way I write my letter “J”’s more curvy.
This English teacher, and a history teacher with a different event that made me quit their class altogether, that makes me think about them from time to time.
For fathers day you could say "Make it for an older brother or uncle if you want. Maybe you could make one for your dad too, I know he's watching over you and would love to know how much you care." It's sweet and not mean at all
Not to me but my brother: my brother was in LOWER KINDERGARTEN when this happened. So, for context- my brother's kindergarten had this programme where they would ask all the kids to come dressed in a specific color and then they would learn about that particular color for that entire day. (eg: the teacher would write in their diaries to come in red tomorrow and the kids are supposed to come in red. She would then teach them stuff that are in red, like tomatoes are red, strawberries are red, and make then paint paintings in red, do activities that involve the color red..yk..All that stuff) so one fine day, they decide to have yellow day. My parents went out to buy a yellow shirt for my 4 year old brother and all was well...Until..dispersal. Now, the kindergarten in situated amongst a very narrow busy road, most parents drive huge cars to pick their kids up. We lived quite near the school so my mom would always walk there and collect my brother. So she did set out to get my brother on that day and as she was walking down the road..She saw this tiny Lil kid dressed in yellow with a big hat twice his size crossing the narrow busy road with gigantic cars, she narrows her eyes to see that it's her own kid. She panics but doesn't yell out his name else, being the kid he was, he would immediately run upto her through that dangerous path. She waited for him to cross, in a state of panic. And when he did, she grabbed him and took him home. She wailed to my dad about how he was there trodding down that deadly road. The two shocked parents went upto that kindergarten teacher and asked her what the hell was going on in her mind letting loose of a 4 year old into a busy road! She said how she didn't notice and how he had just.."walked outta there so she thought he was going home" . Needless to say, my parents were extremely mad but did not complain about her to the authorities..cause..duh..They're...the sort of people to go easy on anyone!! They were really upset with her and called her irresponsible. Later on, the lady made sure that his life was a.living.hell. Kids would bring in candies for their birthdays, she would distribute them to the entire class except my brother..EVEN FOR MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY! SHE DID THAT! Like she just grabbed the bag of candy and gave everyone candy except my brother. She would humiliate my brother for the tiniest mistakes in front of his class, scold him for absolutely no reason, to the point that I would wake up at 5 am in the morning to my brother screaming his lungs out on how he doesn't wanna go to school because the teacher doesn't like him. It was a heartbreaking sight and there was nothing we could do. Thankfully, he got the sweetest teacher in the UKG. But truly, she was..A mad woman.
Man, they're a lot of grudges I have I think back on. Teachers, sub teachers and classmates. There's times I have forgiven and it's the best feeling cause I no longer have that resentment. Other times I want to forgive and forget, but it's really hard sometimes. 😞
this reminds me of the third grade teacher. she treated me so bad and hated me for no reason and i never did anything to her. and if i didn't finish my work in class she would make me stay in for lunch and would also make me write lines sometimes if I didn't complete homework sometimes but she never did that to any other student ONLY ME. she always gave me mean looks and despite me going home almost everyday complaining about her being rude to me for no reason my mum loved her. (probably because in the parent teacher interview she was really nice to my mum idk why). my mum got her the biggest present when she left in term 3 because she was pregnant. she gave me ONE mini highlighter but to her FAVOURITE students she gave them AN ENTIRE PACKET AND AN EXTRA HIGHLIGHTER DESPITE MOST OF THEM NOT EVEN GETTING HER ANYTHING. also there was this program where every Friday the teacher would pick 4students to attend. and one time she said that if you haven't gone to it before to put your hand up and i put my hand up. SHE SAID something along the lines of "im not picking you put your hand down" A LOT OF KIDS WERE LOOKING AT ME. I LITERALLY HOPE SHE BURNS IN A FIRE.
For the 2nd story, even if your love ones are gone, I think you can still make somethjng for them. It's kinda like giving flowers to their dead love ones and putting it on their graves, but the teacher could have nice about it
You hairstyle is so amazing Ellen!
I had a substitute teacher in first grade who was the worst. He yelled at a kid for getting the answers to a worksheet wrong, and when the kid started crying, the sub yelled at him and shouted, “Babies cry! Kindergarteners cry! You’re a first grader! First graders DO NOT CRY!” We never had that substitute teacher again.
When my sister was 6, our great grandfather passed away. We were very close with our great grandfather and great grandmother as my mother lived with them from age 13-27. So obviously his passing was tough for us. So one day in school, she was crying because he passed away. Idk what her teacher said, I can't remember since I was only 3 or 4 at the time, but it must've been something really bad. She was really upset, and came home and told my grandma about it. My grandma also got upset and told my parents. My mother was so mad at the teacher for whatever her response was that she ended up phoning the teacher. I remember her losing it at the teacher because she reacted the way she did instead of comforting my 6 year old sister who was crying due to our great grandfather's death. My sister felt so awful that she told my parents that she wanted to go back to her old preschool because she really disliked her teacher. She ended up going back to her old preschool after much insistence. As for the teacher, I know nothing else about her. I think the principal of the preschool might've handled it (from what I remember, the principal was caring and understanding).
During my PG in English Literature one of my professor who is a nun did not teach an important text which was part of an author's criticism that was prescribed for my literary criticism paper. She asked us to ignore that text as according to her it's very hard and would be confusing, which it was. She asked us to not attend questions based on it; if we get it for our exams as there will always be an open choice. But, when I read the text I really understood it and liked those critique ideas very much. I researched the topic and made some good notes. I taught two of my friends who could understand it clearly due to my explanation and notes. During my exam I and my friends chose 3 questions based on that text and answered them to perfection as the other question was a bit dry and needed a lot of referencing. But that professor of mine struck out all the 3 answers for all the three of us. But, one of my friend asked her as to why she struck it out and she point blank told my friend that we have cheated, as there is no way for all of us to be so brilliant according to her. When that girl explained that all our answers were different except for the core ideas and when another random girl who was close to her told her that I had also explained her that text, She gave me 3 points for my answer which was really well written. When that girl told her that she had left a 10mark question uncorrected she was shocked and told her that she gave me 3 marks for that 5 mark question thinking that it was a 10mark question. Then when everyone saw her saying this out loud she gave me 4mark for my 10mark question. She always hated me because she was spiteful and had a ego class and hated me for the knowledge and flair of language that I had.
I think I might be able to clarify the difference between a creature and a monster
Creature: any fictional or real animal, written with either good or bad intentions in fiction.
Monster: not necessarily scary in appearance, but any creature written with the intention to be bad in fiction.
School for me was hell from K-12 until I was in college. Mean "old biddy" teachers or "jock" gym teachers that would humiliate anyone that was shy or did not fit in. Then, add mean bullies for classmates, etc. A small rural area so no other options and parents had no clue and offered little support.
I have no contact with anyone from those days as a result. I could list a number of incidents from 35-50yrs ago that well outnumber any good memories from the era.
My bad teacher experience: When I was younger we used to have this class once a week when we would learn to make food. We would be put in groups of four and it was always the same groups and we would take turns washing up. One time I was on my period and needed to go to the bathroom to change my pad. The bathroom was quite far away from the kitchen and being on my period also ment that I took longer so I was gone for quite a long time. It was my turn to wash up that day and because I took so long I didn't have time and the teacher needed to do it instead. When I came back she then proceed to embarrass and yell at me for taking to long and not washing up, in front of the entire class. And the funny thing is my group didn't even use the turn system because it was quite ridiculous considering sometimes the one who got the hardest dish would also need to wash up and then they would need to rush so we just had an agreement that whoever finished first would wash up. I was quite a good cook which meant that I often had washed up for other people. I tried to tell her this along with the fact that I was on my period but she just said that it was no excuse and continued to yell at me.
I have a nice teacher story. My brother passed very suddenly when I was in high school. We were not even a year apart in age. (11 months and I was born late) we lived in a tiny town and everyone knew him. He and his best friend both passed together in an accident. I went into shock for months and they brought in counselors to the school to help all the students cope. It took about four months for me to start to come back into reality. To this day I have about three memories between the day of the funeral and four months later. It was years later that those three memories even surfaced. I had one teacher who pulled me aside at the end of the year and told me she understood what I had been dealing with and that I needn’t stress about passing her class. She gave me a B for the year and I will never forget her empathy and kindness towards me. It was my best subject and up until the accident I had done well but after I went through months like a robot. She was the only teacher who took that into account.
For the story @2:37 I think by monter they meant something in a scary human like form while a creature would be a a terrifying animal like form, both originating on earth
And an alien would be any living thing from outer space
Types of people that become teachers:
1. School bullies that never grew out of it.
2. People that were bullied as kids and want “their turn”
3. People who are really good at that subject and want a job that uses it but can’t find anything else that does.
4. The super rare “my role model growing up was my teacher and I want to inspire kids like they inspired me”
this just made me realize how i hold grudges-
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This gave me flashbacks of my 5th grade Spanish teacher. She bullied me because I wasn’t “girly” and my hair was always “messy”. And she would always use my name in every example about a dirty girl or similar stuff when writing on the board. I used to be bullied by some classmates as well, and when I tried to get help from her because she was the closest teacher, she said that it was my fault because I didn’t fix myself properly. Well, I didn’t wear skirts that much because I was terrified of wearing skirts back then since I was sexually molested multiple times through skirts when I was a child (yeah she remarked that the me “not being girly” was because I used pants with the uniform’s pattern instead of skirts), and about my hair, I have fluffy curly hair, and back then my mom didn’t buy me many things to fix it (she saw accessories as unnecessary and a way of calling attention, same with the skirts) so I usually just untangle it and went natural to the school. I still remember her with disgust because she messed up my little self a lot. If instead of criticizing me she would have asked about my family, she could have found out that the situation at my house wasn’t ideal and maybe help me. But she was a b*tch and instead ruined my trust in every adult so I didn’t search help for my situation until I was 17 in university and panic attacks didn’t let me live. I hate her, glad to hear that she was fired some years after I graduated that school.
Man I have grudges against two of my teachers. In kindergarten, my teacher told me dogs can’t be yellow while I was coloring and did other things I can’t remember. I was very upset at the time. In 1st grade, she made me move my clip down because I looked into the hallway. Another time she wouldn’t listen to me when I tried explaining why I didn’t do my homework. My mom had taken me grocery shopping after school and we didn’t get home til late and apparently she didn’t believe me because she says that shopping doesn’t take that long and it’s just an excuse.
Reminds me of when I was in grade 2, I did everything very slowly but there was nothing wrong with me, eventually grew out of it, but my grade 2 teacher always told my parents and I that I would never pass, I walked away with the "Top of the Grade" award every year after that.
Your hairstyle is amazing!!!
My 3rd grade teacher used my dad as an example of someone burning in hell because he had committed suicide the year before. Needless to say, as soon as I got old enough, I left the church and never went back.
Monsters are scary (whether it's inside or out) creatures in my opinion.
Reminds me of the teacher I had in my second year in Infants school, in 1973. Her name was Mrs. Cook. We had to make Mother's Day cards. I told the teacher that I didn't have a mother (she went missing several weeks before) and she slapped me for lying and for being such a horrible child. Back then, teachers were allowed to physically punish children. I was forced to make the card and then scribbled inside it. Since I had no mother I didn't see the point in writing neatly. When she saw it, she slapped me again and made me sit in the corner of the room wearing a paper cone on my head with "DUNCE" written on it. Never forgave her.
Some teachers need to be more understanding & compassionate. There are a lot of amazing teachers out there, but the bad ones make school hell.
I had this one math teacher that refused to let me be a couple seconds late to her class. My class before hers was all the way across the school, and I had to stop to get my math book in my locker before heading there. Her class was towards the end of the day so it would be stupid to carry my math book with me all day and break my back. I don’t know what it is about math teachers, but they are always so strict & mean. Mind you, class was never started, everyone was always still settling and the teacher hadn’t even started teaching when I would arrive. I would have to power walk to my locker everyday and I was always a few seconds late despite trying my hardest. One day I was just sick of it and decided to walk instead, because whether I’m a few seconds or a few minutes late she gets mad regardless. She was mad when I walked in late. She was hounding me asking me why I’m late, telling me I better not be late again. I just walked to my desk ignoring her, but she wouldn’t let up. She demanded an answer. She kept asking if I heard her. I snapped and yelled, “I heard you”. I was the shy, awkward kid in high school and I never talked back to anyone but I was so annoyed with her. All she said was, “good”. I don’t remember anything she taught me but I sure as hell remember her being the worst teacher I ever had.
Also, math was the hardest subject for me(I’m a right brainer), and she made me so miserable. I used to get so frustrated with math homework I would cry trying to figure it out. A little kindness would have gone a long way.
I still remember my 9th grade math teacher being the best teacher ever because she was so kind, and used to teach us individually if we were having a hard time understanding. She used to call us her ‘little cherubs’. She was an angel and a perfect example of what a teacher should be.
The first one is similar to what happened to my friend when we were in 8th grade. The assignment was to write your own poem, and teacher took one look at hers and gave a very passive aggressive speech about why we shouldn't plagiarise and instead just take inspiration while once in a while glancing to my friend as if saying "I'm talking about/to you". I've seen her poem inspiration personally, and even tho it has similarities in the writing and sentence structure, it is definitely different. And then she went to this one classmate and started praising his poem while reading it out loud. I think everyone in the class knows that he copied that from somewhere because it was exactly, word by word, the same exact thing as literally the first poem that will come up if you google the topic we had to do about. He also knows this, he was just glancing around awkwardly looking at other people lowkey asking for help while we were all just staring at him, raising eyebrows kinda like mocking them lmao. I'm not even mad at that guy, it was genuinely funny and even he was surprised the teacher picked his out and believed him. I just feel bad for my friend hm
Btw nobody ever liked that teacher because she was so uptight and passive aggressive all the time. She was a language teacher and if someone speak another language other than the subject, they need to write each word in the language we were learning 100 times. Luckily she never caught me speaking English in class lmao. Once i asked my friend to smell my hand because i thought the soap i used smelled good, and she saw and she called out my friend for some reason?? Like blaming us for not paying attention in class and shit. Bruv we weren't even talking that much, just one or two words. Legit tho does she have a stick up her ass or what omg. One mistake in an essay, redo it 10 times on loose papers and send it to her. One time i didnt bring my book, we had to hand in our essay that day and she didn't believe me. Went through my bag, didnt find it, and told me to send a picture to her as soon as i got back home because she thought i was lying when i said i already did it but i accidentally left it at home. When i sent it in, she said i was late because i was busy doing the essay, because again, she thought i was lying about having it done. Bro i was late because my mom went to the grocery to buy stuff before going home. Well sorry that we are a normal family that needs to eat bruh. Like i said, nobody liked that teacher.
this reminds me of when i was in kindergarten and it was valentines day. a little boy gave me a little teddy bear because he really liked me. and the rude teacher snatched it from my hands and was like "NO! if you dont have enough for the WHOLE class you cant give it to her!" and put it in her drawer and never gave it back. im 19 now and still think that was out of pocket.
Once, in fourth grade during an exam a teacher pulled my hair so hard that I blacked out. Then she slapped me , only because the answer sheets that she placed on my desk fell down by accident.
I forgot about this incident until very recently. I told my mom and she is livid ever since. She wants to sue that teacher, but I don't know if it's even possible, since it's been around 15 years.
I have a story to share lol. In elementary/grade school a teacher I worked with a couple times a day yelled at me because I didn't know how to multiply by 5. When I started crying she got annoyed about it even though it was her fault. I think that might be why I'm afraid to ask for help or get things wrong. I sometimes think back and wonder why she decided to work in special education.
Edit: I was 10 when this happened. I also have a learning disability. Not sure if there's a name for it but it makes reading and math difficult for me.
This teacher's son was in the same class as me and she was our teacher in first and second grade. There was this day where i caught him trying to look under a girl's uniform, so i told her about it but got punished instead and called a lier. Ever since then she targeted me and punished me for small, stupid things. Like when i was leaving the bathroom and some of the older kids were playing and they ended up hitting me in my head and everything was spinning, i was trying to tell her that but because i was a few seconds late for her class she beat me and made me write apology to her. Now she teachers my brother, i tried to tell my mother to change his class but she too believes that I'm lieing and the teacher isn't wrong.
Nothing like a good Kyutie video after a long 1 hour run in the evening.
Teachers targeted me tell I graduated I was very confident in myself so we always had issues
I still hold a grudge for my art teacher when I was 13. We have art on Mondays and Thursdays. One Monday, the teacher assigned a project to hand in the next Monday. We decided to do the assignment early and hand it in on the Thursday. How ever, when Thursday came we found out that the teacher was out sick and would be out all of the next two weeks. My school had this rule that you could only give homework to the teacher that assigned it so that it wouldn't be misplaced or anything like that. The only way you could give it to another teacher was if the teacher was absent the day that the homework was due and they allow another teacher to take it for them. The teacher didn't do that so we had to wait until they returned to school. The teacher returned to school on a Wednesday and called my class to the art room and demanded to know why we didn't hand in the assignment. We explained that he was out sick and he didn't authorize another teacher to take the assignment so we couldn't give it to him or anyone else. He replied, I know what I will do and dismissed us. When we had art the next day he refused to take the assignment. When we got our report cards at the end of the semester (that's when we get our report cards where I live) we got a zero even though we did other homework assignments and projects in class to give us marks. I had told my mom about the grade and she was pissed. I had already told her about the assignment when it happened so she called the school to complain and so did the other parents. He no longer taught art at the school after that.
The teacher saying “do it anyway” could’ve said that much nicer. She could’ve said “Oh, well maybe you can make one for him to give to him if you visit his grave/burial site/put it near his urn/etc.” don’t just snap at them.
In second grade (because I’m a quarter Caucasian and three quarters Asian, so I’m obviously a poc), Some people made fun of my skin color and asked things like “ArE yOu ChInEsE?” I’m not. I’m half Korean and a quarter Japanese, but not Chinese. It’s stupid. I still hold a grudge against them. It happened in second grade and I’m in seventh now. Yup, no surprise, I’m a person who holds grudges for years.
YOURE HAIR LOOKS SO GOOD OH MY GOSH
My 3rd grade teacher never seemed to have noticed how serious it was that this new girl didn't know how to read and would not try to pay attention in class for the most part. It seemed that she had gotten used to moving a lot because her parents frequently transferred jobs. My classmates couldn't stand her for the most part because it was really annoying how she would doze off and treat class work like a joke. I really can't imagine if my teacher would have finally done something to her if she hadn't transferred out in the middle of the school year when she did. My classmates didn't seem to care that she stopped coming because we didn't have much problems after she left.
In 5th grade I had a teacher who ignored me when I had my hand raised. Thought I was faking migraines when we went to high altitude field trips. When I wasn’t feeling good on one of those trips it was in the snow and she dropped a shovel telling me to get up and I was downhill and it hit my knee. She would constantly keep me after school and inside during recess. One time she ate my food while I went to the restroom and denied it.
As someone who eventually wants to become a teacher and who loves children, listening to this was literally horrifying. Like, how could someone ever treat a child like that? Especially a teacher whose literal hole job is guiding children? That's awful. Those people should. Not be allowed to work with children. Ever.
In middle school, we had a sub for our PE class. I got dress-coded because my shorts weren't "fingertip length" (yes, that was an actual rule at my school) even though they were perfectly modest and covered everything. When I protested this, she dragged me down the hallway while I was crying out of embarrassment and a bit of pain as her nails dug into my skin. The bell had just rung, so people were staring at me. I still have zero clue HOW I managed to get this teacher to let me call my mother, but I did. This sub was trying to make me wear these disgusting, mucus green boys basketball shorts out of the lost and found. Nope.
Called my Mom, who was rightfully pissed at the situation. Then she brought me some jeans and all was well.
Still hate that sub tho.
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The MONSTER was teaching the class.
My music teacher from 2nd or 3rd grade told everyone to sit quietly with a “bubble” in our mouths and a “zero” in the air (holding our hand up in a circular shape, a weird ass method to keep us from chatting) after telling us so she called each and everyone of us up to get a piece of candy.. but me. She gave me this look of disgust and a bit of jealousy?..even a classmate pointed out that tears had started running down my face from the feeling of being ignored but,not ignored? “Missssssss,(my name)’s cryinnng” “..I know”. That made me despise her, she was a nice teacher but that was fucked up honestly. I don’t remember much of my history with her after that, I don’t remember much of anything after that really 💀
My highschool history teacher told me if I didn't learn to spell, everyone was going to think I'm iliterate. I was reading at a collage level in grade school. I just can't spell, because there is a processing error in my brain that makes it so I can't recognize some sounds, vowels especially. I learned to read by sight and context because phonics is a great, big, mystery to me. Fortunately my mom did her masters thesis for special ed on spelling, so I'm pretty grounded on the problem and didn't receive a huge blow to my self-esteem. But it still pisses me off, mainly because he appears to have been partly right.
He was also fond of telling us we were going to be the first generation that wouldn't do better then our parents generation.
Last story: if theu gets these migraines regularly, shouldn't the teacher know that's in their medical history and give them a pass? That's child endangerment especially since OP could have hurt themselves on the stairs.
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Dude my old teacher decided to stand up in the middle of the class and tell the grades. I tried my hardest on the test that wasn't even important and she gave me a 75% while everyone else got in the 90's. I'm not mad about getting the grade I'm mad about her giving me a 75 when I KNEW I got a 100. Apparently I didnt.
In elementary school I was bullied since third grade by whole class and my teacher (who was educational advisor) supported it. This school sucked in a whole another level in many things. 1. lunches were disgusting with huge D, and many s. 2. I was not the one student from class who left this school. One of my classmates went to same school as me (to the second one) like half a year after me. 3. we had like for a year one teacher for computer classes. Tbh I was not a fan of him because he disliked us so much. But he was pretty skilled in this. Anyway, few years ago I found out from my brother (he went to same school), that supposingly (hope it's correct word 😅) all teachers and students made fun of him and basically bullied him for being gay. So it started to make sense to me why he disliked us, and hope he's doing well. Anyway my mom didn't really cared till fifth grade when I changed school. Which didn't really helped because classmates and most of teachers were same.
So yeah... I hated my elementary schools and definitely made my already terrible mental health even worse. And I'm super glad I'm out of this phase of life.
Once, in elementary school, I went up to the teacher to ask to go to the bathroom because I felt sick. She was just ignoring me for no apparent reason. So, then I threw up all over the carpeted floor and my mom picked me up. I felt fine after that, but I bet everyone else just loved that puke smell for the rest of the day. lol Looking back, I wish I had been more malicious and had just thrown up right on that lady.
I had something similar to that sick story.
Only it was during a school assembly, I think I was in second grade at the time, we were singing the national anthem, I had a couple pizza slices for lunch, and I asked to go to sickbay, I was young, I don't remember many things, but I do remember, me throwing up for the next two hours, including all over the floor in the assembly hall, when my teacher refused to let me go to sickbay, I also remember my teacher rubbing my back, as I continued to puke in the garden bed just outside the assembly hall.
Thinking about it now, I most likely got food poisoning.
I had a Kindergarten teacher. This isn’t as bad as the other ones, but I remember her punishing me, and I didn’t even know what I did wrong. I’m no trouble maker. I’m certain she did this only to me. I can remember her long nails digging into my skin after not even telling me what I did wrong. She just punished me every day, just me, and told me nothing about what I did wrong. I don’t even know what to say at this point because I don’t know what I did. You didn’t really get punished very much at this age, so she made me sit in a corner, or she humiliated me, or she dragged me to be isolated at a table with those long nails of hers. I probably hated that year more than junior high.
THAT FIRST ONE!!!!!! When I was in 6th grade during the SAME project, my teacher first called me outside to report me for plagiarising Wikipedia and then later for cutting out of library books and sticking the pictures onto my project. Like, it just HAD to be that book that the library called the school about! I did lend it, but I did PHOTOCOPIES of the pictures, LOL my poor 6th grader heart! AND my writing really DID look so small and neat that it looked like it was out of a book or printed onto the paper. I swear even the principal gave her the stink eye. AND the kid who really DID cut out from the book was caught. Go figure.
Ik this is like something very small, but when I was in elementary (this story is when I was in 1st grade), there was this one sub that literally no one liked. Like-- if you asked someone what they thought of her they wouldn't say something nice. I was in an after-school program for that day where you do your homework and hang out. Two of my classmates were also there, so we decided to do the homework together because our teacher didn't specifically didn't tell us we couldn't. We needed some dice and my classmates, not wanting to talk to the scary sub (because the teacher on duty had to give things to us-- we couldn't just take it), asked me to ask for the dice. So I did. I went up to her and said something like "Me, ***, and ***, need some dice. Is there any that we could use?" and this old lady said, I kid you not, "No. Not if you say is wrong. It's ***, ***, and I. Okay?" LIKE I'M SORRY THAT I'M A STRAIGHT-A FIRST GRADER WHO WASN'T TAUGHT THAT YET BECAUSE I'M A FIRST GRADER! I CAN'T CONTROL THAT!!!! So I said, "***, ***, and I need some dice. Is there any that we could use?" and she said "Sure! How many do you need?" "3" Okay! Here." "Thank you!" and then I went back to the table-- almost in tears because I was a 1st grader and I'm still sensitive when people (especially teachers and people who have authority over me) get angry/yell/correct me because I generally respect them. So in total: I got dice and a grudge which will later be expanded. Also, it still pisses me the heck off.
(btw idek if I use correct grammar anymore-- I don't really understand it so I'm not very good at it.)
My 4th grade teacher was definitely the WORST teacher I’ve ever had so far in my school years and there are probably several bad things I could say about her. But one instance that stands out to me is the time close to the end of the school year when everyone in my class had to pair up for some kind of project. I got paired up with one of my friends and we worked really hard and put a lot of effort into our project. But come the day we were supposed to present and I got sick so I couldn’t come to school. I assumed this just meant that my friend and I would have to present our project on another day.
But instead my teacher made my friend present the project BY HERSELF the same day as everyone else and marked down our project because I was absent! Like, DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE ABSENT TODAY?! IM SICK YOU IDIOT!
If I had only one parent I would personally write them both a Mother and Father's day card cuz when you only have one, they kinda become the role of both parents
5:37 also my mom would be FURIOUS
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when i was in grade 6 it was probably like january that time, me & my friends we went swimming and i guess i enjoyed it so much that i got really dark (skin colour) the next day she was calling students to answer some questions but the question she asked me i didnt really know she said i didnt pay attention (i did i just did not know how to say it/explain) and she also said i was not paying attention because of the swimming that we did the day after and that she cant even see me because of how dark i am (i am a top student and this really affected how i participate in class i was so humiliated)
ps : i was the only one that got shouted that day and the others that also got the wrong answer she just said that's not the answer that im looking for then called for another student
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Kyutie: tries to find the difference between creature and monster
Me: so when do we tell her the teacher was just being an arbitrary piece of crap?
No offense, Kyutie, I love your videos 👍
Edit: I was on the receiving end of a bad teacher before and I feel bad hearing all these stories. If you want to become a teacher just to bully students, don't become a teacher!
I have a grudge against my kindergarten teacher lmao.
We were coming back from lunch and she told us she’d be in the room shortly and told us to sit down. We get into the room and this boy blocks my desk. I try to weave around him but can’t. So I decide to chase him back to his desk and attempt to run back to mine before he could block me again. we get to his desk, he sees the teacher but I couldn’t since my back was to the door, he sits down and the teacher gets mad and tells us to go in the hall. She’s angry and like “why were you two not in your desks?” I tell her what happened and she immediately didn’t believe me but asked the boy what happened and she believed him over me. She sent my parents an email home and I ended up getting grounded for a week….IN KINDERGARTEN. Anyways yeah kinda had a grudge against my parents too because I tried explaining to them so hard what really happened.
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1. In kindergarten, I got dragged by the ear to the principal's office because I did EXACTLY what she SAID!
2. In 8th grade, my teacher woke me up and told me to go to the office and call my dad to school so the teacher could talk to him about my "drug abuse."
3. In 9th grade, I got detention because I answered a teacher's direct question HONESTLY after she told me I answer OR I get detention. SO, I decided to answer her question. I KNEW what the outcome would be, so I spoke as softly. When I was done, EVERYONE in the class laughed their butts off. I got detention for insubordination (because everyone else laughed
4. In 11th grade, I got a C- on a 30-day journal. I had followed the directions: at least 5 sentences, nothing illegal, immoral, or not school appropriate. Since I wrote 5 sentences most days. Following directions, I had to leave a lot of my day out. I asked why I got the C- and she said I only did the minimum and I wrote like a second grader (almost all simple sentences).
5. In 12th grade, the same teacher ruined a surgery I had. Per the doctor's orders, I wasn't to take my sunglasses off for at least 6 weeks post-op unless I was in total darkness. 6 DAYS post-op, I returned to school. I had to give a speech that could NOT be postponed even though eye contact was 50% of the grade. Either I FAILED the speech (and the grading period) OR I took my sunglasses off to give the speech. Took the glasses off for the speech. It ruined my eye surgery.
There was a teacher that my brother liked. This back when I was in elementary school. So I had this teacher for summer school, and had her as my teacher. I was really shy
when I tried to get help on assignment I felt she wasn't much help at all. I did not like this lady.
My heart breaks for the little kid with no underwear and needing a shower. It hurts enough when your parents don't take proper care of you. I know this from experience
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I made a Father’s Day card for my mum when I was in school she said it was sweet of me 😊
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In 2nd grade my teacher was giving out prizes depending on your grade. I had a B so my prize would be kinda good but when I had to choose, I didn't like any of them. Then a blue diamond came out of the bag that had prizes for the A students and I really liked it but I knew I wouldn't be able to get it since I was a B student. Then my teacher asked me if I wanted it and I said yes. He gave it to me and I started heading to my desk and then he said "But you don't deserve it" I was like 😐😐. In the end I still kept it but I feel like that teacher hated me because that wasn't the only time he showed it.
Side Note: I was really close to an A😒
Oh my gosh, I actually have a story about this! Beware though, this is a bit of a chonky paragraph, kinda gotta vent. (And I'll be referring to the teacher as he/she btw, they're still a good teacher and I want to respect their privacy.) 😅
So my school has a dress code, obviously, and... it's a bit messed up and inconsistent, the teachers dress code for some pretty ridiculous things, but otherwise it's pretty normal. No spaghetti straps, no cop tops, no deep V necks or shorts that are too short, the usual. And last year, I got dress coded on the last two days of school including graduation (lol) after being clear the whole year, because of crop tops. That was fine tho, it was a bit too short, I can see why he/she did it.
BUT. Here's where the good part comes. Last week was my first week of school, and it's summer, so naturally I try and wear as little clothes as possible with still being modest. I've always been super modest, no tank tops, no shorts, I just didn't feel too comfortable. But during the summer, I had a big dance performance, and they made us wear some skimpier clothing then what I usually would. (btw the teacher that dress coded me watched it, i wonder what he/she thought of the DEEP V neck with tan spaghetti straps so it looked like there wasn't anything lol) But the whole show went fine, so I decided to just buy some tank tops and shorts for school, because why not? It's hot, I don't want to be sweating in a t-shirt and leggings all day! And, keep in mind, both my parents went shopping with me, and we all had the dress code in mind. Anyway, I go back to school with a cute tank top on, and guess what happens! At the end of class, he/she asks me to come up to his/her desk, and he/she (quietly thank god) tells me that my shirt is too short. I stop. I look down. And, I KID YOU NOT, the way that my shirt is cut, with a little upside-down V at the bottom, is showing A SLIVER OF SKIN. BECAUSE I FORGOT TO PULL IT DOWN WHEN I STOOD UP. AND I GOT DRESS CODED! I may have understood the first time, but this was just too far. So I go to lunch and tell my friends, and they are also all in disbelief. We talked about it for the rest of the day. No one even NOTICED until he/she dress coded me! And then we're distracted for the rest of the day by this thing. It was just really stupid. Anyway, had to vent, thanks for your time if you read this whole thing! If you think I did something wrong somehow, please tell me, I'd love to hear other thoughts. Hope you have a great rest of your day! 😊
To this day I hate my grade 10 maths teacher who is also my class teacher. Maths was and is still my least favourite subject and ever since I was in his class, he would ignore me and another girl who was equally not good at maths as me. He treated all the other students kindly while the other girl and I were basically non-existing. He would not re-explain a question and if I or the girl get an answer wrong he would humiliate us by making us stand while asking us to somehow answer the question. I never got above 40 marks in his class and my mother doesn't blame me. And I still hate him for making me feel useless. Thanks to the pandemic I didn't get to see his stupid face in person
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