Hey I was wondering did anyone have trouble with there Teachers. I had this one teacher who was a Nun and she was always on my case. one time I made a mistake and she Slapped Me on my Hand. this nun was always on my case. if I am correct, Then if a student makes a mistake, The Teacher is there to help you not Slap you. I told my mom what the nun Slapped me. the next day see went to the school and talked to the lady in charge.
My mom asked her to take me out of the nun's Class but she said That she could not take me out. Like I said this Nun was always on my case like I did something to her. I know one thing, I told my family and friends that I made the mistake and that the nun slaped me, and my family and friends took my side.

I think all of us have had at least one teacher or more that would fit perfectly into this thread and I'll share my experiences later.

i had a teacher who made up a lie about me cheating on a standardized test and not only told the principal but also announced it to the class.

another one tried to physically force me to be a cheerleader. she wasn't just teasing, she really dragged me into the office and tried to force me despite my protests. even my mom hated her. i'm proud that she eventually suspended me for giving her an attitude because she deserved it.

middle school was one of the worst experiences of my life because of the staff and the unprofessionalness of the whole place. i could write a book about it and all the bad experiences it caused me. people often didn't take me very seriously when i complained about it at the time, probably because most 11-13 year olds think school is unfair, but six years later, i've gained more worldy experience and i think that place was even worse than i made it out to be.

I had another Teacher at another school who also picked on me because I was always late for school I had to Bring my other Brother's to school on my way to my school I told the teacher that that I would get there when I get to school the very next day she said you are late and I said What did I tell you I told you yesterday that I will get here when I can get here also my dad was in The Hospital because of his Heart and see mad because I was not in school while my dad was in the hospital.

Some teachers just don't have any business being teachers! Period!

My 2nd grade teacher (Mrs. Mitchell) was the devil!! She would get enraged when any of us would mess up (minor things, like daydream or get an answer wrong). She never hit us, but she would grab kids by their hair and violently shake their head back and forth. If it was a boy with short hair, she would tightly grab the little boy's ears and violently shake them.

One day, for some reason, she shook me by the hair. I sat sobbing for a long time, pulling tufts of hair from my head with little bits of scalp still attached. No joke! A lot of parents complained, mine included. She retired, I guess, after my second grade class got out that spring. This was 1972. It was my worst school year ever!

OMG, I feel for you poor people!!

The only real problem teacher I had was my 4th grade math teacher, Mrs. Hinchley. We called her Hinch-hog, of course not to her face! She was this vile woman, I think in her 50's, a tall, thin woman who walked hunched over, and I can't remember her ever having a smile on her face. She always had a scowl on her face. She felt that the bedtime of a 4th grader should be 8PM sharp. If she caught you yawning in her class, she would yell at you asking, "What time did you go to bed last night??!!!!" and I guess you were so scared you actually told the truth. It never crossed anybody's mind to fib!!:D Even if you said 8:15, she yelled at you. Oh yeah, like losing 15 minutes of sleep is really going to make a difference!! I could go to bed at 8PM now and still be yawning the next day.

My story is not as bad as all of yours, but apparently Mrs. Hinchley was bad enough to actually remember her all these years later. Maybe that was her intention!!:p

Oh well, she's probably gone and dead now, so today is a good day!!:lol:

The nun I was telling yall about my friend Sister got mad and threw her Doll on The Ground and The Nun told the sister of my friend to pick up the doll and the sister said no and the nun said i said pick it up and the sister said no and then said I don't have to listen to you the nun really throught she was the Boss of everyone I know one thing if the nun every pulled me by the ear well let just say she would be sorry because I would have kicked the nun.

I had two that I remember, one in fourth grade and one in fifth grade:

The fourth grade teacher had me come up, told me, "Take off your glasses" Then slapped me across the face. It happened a second time. Both times honestly, I don't know what it was I did, so I told my mom about it (1958) and she came and talked with the teacher. It never happened again. The thing was, it was so humiliating. I wouldn't dream of doing that to anyone.

A reading teacher I had in fifth grade grabbed me by the throat, pushed me backward onto the desktop and grabbed the knot of my tie (we had school uniforms) and dug her knuckle into my adam's apple for about a half hour and when I was struggling to breathe, dug it in deeper. I could see the veins popping out of the teacher's forehead, and I was scared. I was probably talking in class (which was wrong), but thought the punishment was disproportionate to my misbehavior. What kind of bothers me, is that in retrospect, I don't know why my classmates just sat there and let it happen.

I mention these incidents because, while I've forgiven both of these teachers as a Christian should do, everytime I think of what happened to me, it makes me sad. Any of you who have had things like this happen to you, I can certainly empathize with you.:(

I'm sorry you went through that Aaron. There's no need for teachers to behave that way, ever. I'm glad you told your Mom.

There was a real nasty nun when I was in Catholic school. She was verbally and physically abusive. I wonder if she got into Heaven, lol. Seriously, the majority of teachers and nuns are wonderful, and some are over-the-top great. However, there are real nutjob teachers, as in every profession.

A reading teacher I had in fifth grade grabbed me by the throat, pushed me backward onto the desktop and grabbed the knot of my tie (we had school uniforms) and dug her knuckle into my adam's apple for about a half hour and when I was struggling to breathe, dug it in deeper. I could see the veins popping out of the teacher's forehead, and I was scared. I was probably talking in class (which was wrong), but thought the punishment was disproportionate to my misbehavior. What kind of bothers me, is that in retrospect, I don't know why my classmates just sat there and let it happen.


You should have talked to someone.

If that happened nowadays, she'd have her teacher's license revoked.

You're absolutely right; at the time though, I was so intimidated by authority, and I still don't know why I didn't tell my parents in this instant, as I did with the other teacher. It happened so long ago, but it still affects me.

You're absolutely right; at the time though, I was so intimidated by authority, and I still don't know why I didn't tell my parents in this instant, as I did with the other teacher. It happened so long ago, but it still affects me.
Yes Gene, I can certainly understand why you were traumatized by these horrifying incidents. I'm sure you felt humiliated, betrayed by both the teachers and your fellow students, and it had to psychically hurt a lot. I'm sorry you went through that.

Yes Gene, I can certainly understand why you were traumatized by these horrifying incidents. I'm sure you felt humiliated, betrayed by both the teachers and your fellow students, and it had to psychically hurt a lot. I'm sorry you went through that.

(Thanks, Janice--and hello again. As I mentioned in August, I wouldn't be on SO very much at the beginning of the school year, being so busy and all. I have my routine going, so I hope to visit the boards more often. I am good and hope you and the others at SO are doing well, too)

I'm glad for this thread because it lets us tell of our experiences; maybe in bringing them out, it helps us heal and forgive in a way.

You're absolutely right; at the time though, I was so intimidated by authority, and I still don't know why I didn't tell my parents in this instant, as I did with the other teacher. It happened so long ago, but it still affects me.
that's why i didn't tell my parents about a lot of the things that happened to me. i was scared they would hear the fake story about me cheating and not believe my side of it, so i didn't say a word to them about it. very naive of me, but i was young. it hurt my reputation there and the only reason i'm not still upset about it is because that torture chamber of a school had a reunion a few years ago and i wrote an angry note to the teacher who did it. she did other awful things to me and certain other students when i had her, but that one is probably the most inexcusable.

that's why i didn't tell my parents about a lot of the things that happened to me. i was scared they would hear the fake story about me cheating and not believe my side of it, so i didn't say a word to them about it. very naive of me, but i was young. it hurt my reputation there and the only reason i'm not still upset about it is because that torture chamber of a school had a reunion a few years ago and i wrote an angry note to the teacher who did it. she did other awful things to me and certain other students when i had her, but that one is probably the most inexcusable.

Our situations sound similar. I can relate to what you're saying and my heart goes out to you. I know, first hand, what it's like. :(

I had a college proffessor accuse me of plagerizing a paper I spent 3 days writing. She gave me an F in the class and I had a B average!! :angryfire

Oh my God, these stories are horrible! I don't mean "written" horribly, but just reading that teachers evoked physical acts of violence on students is unfathomable! My mom has taught school for a LONG time and I can't imagine her doing that to a student. God, I hope she never has-or will.

Scoobie and Karen (and anyone else I may have missed) , I am so sorry you all had to go through that. Just the fact that you are still talking about it means that it made an impression on your life-a terrible one at that and I know you will never forget it.

I find it funny that nuns (who are supposed to be so caring) are the ones that seem to be horrible. I have never gone to a school with nuns, but I certainly hope that those practices don't go on today.

I will never forget my sixth grade teacher. My homeroom teacher was pretty nice, but we had a teacher next door that taught us math and science. We traded classrooms for part of the day so that this man teacher could teach us the math and science. The first part of the day the "popular" kids would go to math next door and then afterwords, all the "losers" (well, the unpopular ones-like me) would go.

I hated that class with a purple passion. For one thing, I was TERRIBLE at math. I hated that teacher so much. He literally scared me. He was really overweight and loved to yell at us in class. He would write math problems down on the board and then we would copy them for homework and so forth. I was so afraid of this guy that I hated going up to his desk and asking for help, because he would yell at me.
One day he called on me to answer a question from a test that we had taken. I must have answered it wrong because he told me I was stupid.

I went home and told my mom and she ended up calling the principal's office.
I didn't know about that, so the next day, this teacher knocks on my homeroom door and asked to see me. I swear, the whole class was like "You're dead! Oh my God!" Needless to say, I was terrified.:eek:

I thought he was going to jump my case because of this test I had taken. Turns out, he told me that my mom had called the school and said that he had called me stupid. I stood there petrified, thinking he was going to slap the crap out of me if I said yes. But I did say yes, and he apologized.
He said that anytime I needed help to come see him. Well, that lasted about two weeks before he went back to his jackass self, but at least he never called me stupid again.

Andrea

One day he called on me to answer a question from a test that we had taken. I must have answered it wrong because he told me I was stupid.

I went home and told my mom and she ended up calling the principal's office.
I didn't know about that, so the next day, this teacher knocks on my homeroom door and asked to see me. I swear, the whole class was like "You're dead! Oh my God!" Needless to say, I was terrified.:eek:

I thought he was going to jump my case because of this test I had taken. Turns out, he told me that my mom had called the school and said that he had called me stupid. I stood there petrified, thinking he was going to slap the crap out of me if I said yes. But I did say yes, and he apologized.
He said that anytime I needed help to come see him. Well, that lasted about two weeks before he went back to his jackass self, but at least he never called me stupid again.

Andrea

Reading your story reminded me of another incident with my other 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Comincz. I didn't like her from the start because she really wasn't very nice. She, too, was overweight, and always wore dresses, never saw her wear pants. Whenever she went to go write on the board, her dress would ride up, not all the way up, thank God, but enough to see her upper legs which we did not need to see. Plus she also gave us homework the 1st day of school, which I never got homework the 1st day of school before!! In fact, when I told my friend, Michele(who was a year younger than me) that I had homework, she said "You got homework on the 1st day of school??!!"

Anyway, there was an incident where there was this girl, Allison, in my class, and she had a older sister. During class, Mrs. Comincz called on Allison and I guess Allison wasn't paying attention, so of course, didn't know the answer. Mrs. Comincz got mad that she wasn't paying attention and said "You're going to end up stupid just like your sister." Well, apparently, Allison went home and told her parents what Mrs. Comincz said, and after that day, she wasn't in our class anymore!! Lucky her!! I wished I had an older sister or brother so Mrs. Comincz would say something like that to me and I could get transferred out of her class, too!!

I know my stories are tame compared to alot of the other stories here. I can't believe all your teachers would invoke physical violence on you!! I don't know when you all went to school but school was definitely different when I went. Fortunately, I've never had a teacher who hit me or anything like that.

When I moved to Fla., I started 7th grade there, our school system had corporal punishment. You got what we called "licks". Well, I didn't because I was basically a good kid. But I remember being in the dean's office lobby in middle school(I don't remember why) and this kid got sent in the dean's office. It was him, & one of our teachers(as a witness), and the dean, who had the "lick board" and they closed the door. It was like a small 2x4. Right before the door was closed, I saw the kid put both hands on the desk, and lean forward a little. He must've known the drill!!:D Then I heard "wap, wap, wap", and the kid came out and went back to class. So he got 3 "licks".

Damn! Some of the stories here... Wow. :eek:

I was pretty fortunate to have sane teachers when I was in preschool - 12th grade schooling, and don't have any horror stories to share. I had some oddballs, though. I even had a teacher who used to be my pilot. (Yes, I'm serious!) I was a day student at a residental deaf school, but also went to public school at the same time because the curriculum at the deaf school was WAY under my level of learning - there were far more developmentally disabled students at school who needed all the help and one-on-one they could get. So my oddball teachers are from when I did public school. Oh, and that pilot thing... the deaf school had an agreement with the local airport in town that allowed students to be flown home to their families on the weekend, because most of them were from around the state (we even had a few students that lived in northern SD or western MN). My parents were divorced - I lived in town with my mom, but my dad lived back in my hometown three hours away by car, so some weekends I would fly back to visit him. The year I was in eighth grade, I had a guy pilot who looked like Craig T. Nelson who would fly me and the kids from my hometown area back & forth. Well, the Craig lookalike eventually decided to just do flying as a thing on the side, and go into teaching full-time, so I ended up with him my junior year in HS for world history. THAT was pretty weird. :lol: Oh, and I've since long moved back to my hometown -- and I STILL see him around sometimes! He comes through town a lot. It's weird. I haven't seen him in about two years though.

Anyway. I do have a horror story from when I was in college. Not as bad compared to some of the stories here, but still. I started college in January of 2004, and this took place throughout the rest of the 2003-04 year and onward into the 2004-05 year. When I started college, they put me with this woman who I think was the chair of the English department as my advisor, who also knew sign language. What I didn't know was that she was a truly bitter person... her husband was in a serious accident that left him paralyzed, in a wheelchair and unable to do anything for himself (quadriplegic), so I'm sure this had plenty of bearing on the way she was, but still, no excuse.

Oh my god, she was the BIGGEST BITCH EVER. Seriously. I had JUST moved back to my hometown after I graduated from HS in 2003, and it was a huge adjustment for me. I also had no interest in socializing with the deaf population, just because. She would tell me about deaf-orientated events that was being held somewhere in the state and encourage me to go, and I would say "No, absolutely not," and she would get mad/disappointed that I didn't want to go... then she would bitch about that to my interpreter... What a witch!! I always dreaded having to have advisor meetings with her - she would berate me for the stupidest things and tell me I was never going to succeed in my major (gee thanks a lot, bitch). I was originally an English major but switched to journalism in late 2004. She would also always call on me last in class to answer a question and then chew me out if I answered it incorrectly.

I had a cousin who committed suicide the Sunday, official date of death the Monday before Thanksgiving in 2004 (I was posting here then, so some people here may remember when this happened), and we were having services on Wednesday/Thursday with his funeral service being held on Friday - the day after Thanksgiving. I informed all my teachers of the surprising nature of my cousin's death, and they were very sympathic and gave me a really nice extension on my homework assignments and tests being given that week. This woman, however. She wanted me to turn in my assignments to her on Wednesday before Thanksgiving. I was truly appalled - "Look, I just had a cousin COMMIT SUICIDE and you want it in by Wednesday?? Are you for real?" It took a bit of arguing but she finally backed down a little and allowed me until the Monday after Thanksgiving to get it turned in. Jeez.

Thank god my college allowed me to change advisors if I wanted - I did this right after Thanksgiving. I was already taking journalism classes in the fall of 2004, and chose my journalism teacher to be my advisor. I was keeping her updated with the English teacher/advisor saga, and she was pretty horrified. She told me she would love to be my advisor, and told me to do the change ASAP. So I did, and loved it! I kept her on as my advisor for the rest of my time in college. :)

Oh and believe me - there was so much more to this horrifying teacher story, but I truly do not want to bring up more bad memories of her again. :eek: Thank god I didn't need to deal with her again after May of 2005 -- I was diagnosed with mono in September of 2006. If I had still been one of her students, who knows what she would have done to take advantage of my excessive absence that semester. Sheesh!!

The O&M (Orientation and Mobility) teacher at the high school I was at thought it was funny to trip visually impaired and blind students. He found it hilarous. He loved to play pranks on us. One day he put lotion on the doorknob. He made one of us touch it. He then told the student that it was mayonaise and to lick thier hand. It was gross. He used to like to get ice and go up behind one of us and put ice down the back of our shirts. He was very immature. I never thought that anything he did or said was funny.

HOW in the world did this guy not get fired immediately?

Blackmail?

The Guy should have got Fired

In fifth grade, during recess, we were playing "king of the hill" on an old tractor tire. Well I got pushed and fell backwards on my right arm. I knew then that I had broke it (you don't forget that pain--it happened on my left arm just SIX months earlier). I went and told the teacher, who promptly did not believe me. She insisted I was just "shocked" from falling and that was it. I went through the rest of the day in this condition, even enduring taunts from fellow classmates saying I was "faking" it.

By the time, I got home it was around 4:30 pm.....mom was outside and she saw I was holding my arm. I told her what happened and she started screaming "WHY DID NO ONE CALL ME??" I told her the teacher said I was faking it and wouldn't let me go to the principal's office. We went to the local ER (local being 30 miles away). X-rayed and then had a cast put on--it was fractured (but not a complete break like my 4th grade incident and I was scared I would have to stay in the hospital for this one as well). The doctor when told of this, was FURIOUS!! He advised my mom to get a lawyer and sue the teacher and the school.

Next morning, mom brought me to school, where she first stopped by the principal's office to show me off and to inform them that she could sue them. Needless to say, the teacher was called in and had not much of her butt left since it was chewed out sufficiently (:lol:). She apologized to me so many times and in fact, the rest of the school year made sure she was extra nice to me. When I walked into the classroom, the look of open mouths and wide eyed expressions was so delicious to me......I taunted them back "SO i'M FAKING IT HUH???" Talk about some crow eating time was had.

No, we did not sue.....I think people learning their lesson was more important than to drag everyone to court.
But of course to this day, I cannot hold things properly with my right wrist.

what disd The Teacher say when she saw The Cast on your right arm

She knew she was in deep doo-doo, Aaron! :lol:

I can't recall her exact words, but she profusely said she was sorry over and over.

I want you to know If I had a teacher like that I would not forgive her

Yes, I have had teacher trouble. My all-time most hated teacher was my 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Holland. She was a bitch, a yeller, and a hardass. When I had her class, I was working way above my grade level. She saw me struggle in her class, and kept me behind anyway. She also showed favortism towards students who were a little stronger in learning her class. I couldn't grasp her style. But yelling was the soulution for her. She told me in May of that year, that I was going to repeat the 3rd grade. And if that wasn't enough, on our annual trip to the local amusement park in June, when it was time for the studnets to go home, she left me there alone. I didn't partner up with someone in class, but it was still her responsibility to wait until I was gathered up with the rest of the class. Luckily, I recognized other classes and rode the bus back to the school with them. I wish I was older and had more of a voice back then, because I could have had that bitch job back then. There is no way you should leave an 8 year-old in your care because he wasn't rounded up. To this day, I still hate Mrs. Holland!

Yes, I have had teacher trouble. My all-time most hated teacher was my 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Holland. She was a bitch, a yeller, and a hardass. When I had her class, I was working way above my grade level. She saw me struggle in her class, and kept me behind anyway. She also showed favortism towards students who were a little stronger in learning her class. I couldn't grasp her style. But yelling was the soulution for her. She told me in May of that year, that I was going to repeat the 3rd grade. And if that wasn't enough, on our annual trip to the local amusement park in June, when it was time for the studnets to go home, she left me there alone. I didn't partner up with someone in class, but it was still her responsibility to wait until I was gathered up with the rest of the class. Luckily, I recognized other classes and rode the bus back to the school with them. I wish I was older and had more of a voice back then, because I could have had that bitch job back then. There is no way you should leave an 8 year-old in your care because he wasn't rounded up. To this day, I still hate Mrs. Holland!

That's terrible! That's like abandonment of a child!

I just thought of another teacher in middle school--obviously a pervert. He would be very friendly and nice to the pretty students, especially the cheerleaders when they were wearing their short cheerleading skirts.
He would sometimes be walking behind one of them going up the stairs, and crouch down to playfully pull down the knee-high socks they wore. While sneaking a peak up their skirts! We all just laughed about it and warned each other to not walk in front of him on the stairs! Never really gave it much thought at the time, about how inappropriate he was with 14 and 15 yr old girls! Eww!

In 2nd or 3rd grade I had a teacher who dragged me out of the classroom because I was mispronouncing words. The teacher thought I was doing it on purpose. I wasn't though and still do it to this day.

did The Teacher get Fired for Dragging you for misproouncing Words

Well I got pushed and fell backwards on my right arm. I knew then that I had broke it (you don't forget that pain--it happened on my left arm just SIX months earlier).
You're not kidding! I broke my wrist a couple of years ago and OMG, I will never forget how much that hurt!

But of course to this day, I cannot hold things properly with my right wrist.
I have that problem too. And it was my right wrist-AND I'm right-handed!

Andrea

middle school was one of the worst experiences of my life because of the staff and the unprofessionalness of the whole place.
:rotflmao: i just found out that a 20-year-old girl who hasn't even been to college started TEACHING there this year. i know about it and i know about her not going to college because i know her personally. that place is a DISASTER.

You're not kidding! I broke my wrist a couple of years ago and OMG, I will never forget how much that hurt!


I have that problem too. And it was my right wrist-AND I'm right-handed!

Andrea
I sprained my right wrist -- twice (June 2001 and May 2005) -- and OMG the pain. I've never broken my arm (just my collarbone, and thankfully I don't remember that), but I imagine it's just as painful. I'm right-handed as well... what a PITA!! I also can't grip things like I used to, to this day. :(

did The Teacher get Fired for Dragging you for misproouncing Words

I was young and didn't complain so I don't believe my parents ever found out.

Teachers I Had Trouble With..........
1. Our seventh grade keyboarding teacher was HORRIBLE. Never smiled. She would always be in a bad mood. Always yelled at us. she retired the next year.
2. Our gym teacher thought he was mr. cool. He showed favoritism towards the athletes.
3. Our math teacher thought she was a princess. She flirted with the guys. Showed favoritism.
4. My art teacher was a witch. She would talk about her students behind their backs. She criticized everybodies art work. Once I was making a project and she didnt like the way I was doing it. The next day I went to class, my project was torn apart. She said she did it because she wanted it done her way. I was SO MAD!

I want to say how sorry I am to here that all 4 Teachers treated you bad

i was 21 back a few years ago in collage and there was this tutor named diana aronstam. she originally came from south africa and whilst she was a good teacher, i just didn't like her as a person. i didn't see eye to eye with her on many levels, but also she came across as being very patronising, naive, hypocritical and often would lose her rag over the little things.

she'd also show preferential treatment towards certain students by sucking up to them. there was one student in my class, and my tutor would just smile at her and be so nice and pleasant, whilst she treated the likes of myself and others like crap. like for instance, one minute she'd be nice- the next she'd bite my head off and take out her anger on me for no reason.

she'd hurt my feelings and made me upset on several occasions. i did not know why she'd behave this way towards me, and at one point when she did (we had a verbal altercation about my project) and became verbally aggressive, i just 'snapped' and argued back at her in class and ended up sobbing my eyes out. though of all the students in her class, it was mostly me she had picked on.

we had our differences as a lecturer and student and whilst i tried to set aside my differences, it was because of the fact that i never got along well with her and my relationship with her as a student was always going to be a struggle, in addition to it was difficult also. plus, our cultures seemed to clash and it was because of our cultural differences- me being asian/british, her being white/south african -that we had conflicting arguments on certain issues- here and there, but she brought a lot of it on herself, as well as on me.

this was sad to see, especially as work-wise, i did well on the course and i was making progress and i eventually passed with flying colours. she was very good at motivating students to do well and she was doing a good job as a teacher. i have a lot of respect for her for representing her profession so well, speaking as an ex-student of hers because of that- but insofar as to diana being a human being, i do not shed an amount of respect for her as a person and i do not like her either. not after what she had put me through and for what i had to endure from her.

if she had bumped into me in the street, i wouldn't hesitate in telling her the truth and telling her right to her face what i really think of her. i find it difficult to forgive and forget those who do me wrong or have done me wrong in a past life, because i've been hurt either physically and emotionally, by the likes of them: diana is no exception. she is just a narrow-minded, often stuck-up human being, of whom should treat her students and ex-students with respect.

when i eventually become a college lecturer, i intend not to become like her as a person.

My cousin Told me that his Teacher is Picking on him The Teacher told my cousin to get a Hair Cut but I just saw my cousin the other day and he did not look like that he did not need a hair cut to me but my cousin also told me that this is the same teacher that was picking on my older cousin.