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[Sliceanddice]

ive already recounts my 6th grade teacher on here in the past but ill tell you all again plus add my senoir year in for good measure.

In 6th grade i was in the class of Hitlers lost child.
I was in it because of a girl who tortured me in 5th grade.
i was in speech therapy because my whole life i had trouble pronouncing Ss, SHs, Ts, and THs, as well as Ws, Rs, and Cs but on a smaller level.
I have messy penmanship, cant write cursive legabley but can read it, cant spell well, have an almost photographic memory, and could do complex math equations such as those used algerbra and trig in 4th grade.
He kept giving me Fs because i couldnt spell, because i got bored in math, because i read books in class, because i asked to many questions, because i couldnt read outloud with out pausing, makeing odd noises or losing the ability to speak.
He wouldnt let me go on the first field trip of the year because i was failing.
He told my parents i had to be retarded.
my parents knew something was wrong but knew i wasn't retarded.
They contacted a math teacher of mine.
You remember the whole good with math thing? I tested out of 5th grade math in the standardized tests, in fact scored so high that i was offered a spot in an accelerated summer program.
the math teacher for this program was the assistant super attendant for the school distract, my mother already knew him before i took that program.
He said there was no possible way i was retarded because of my performance and ability.
so he arranged for me to be test.
My IQ is between 129 and 141 depending on the test and how wake i am, and i have Brochas aphasia, dyslexia, and a few other learning disabilities, including not being able to test well.
The reason i was undiagnosed was the speech therapy.
It utilized some of the techniques taught to children with dyslexia to trick my mind into saying things right.
i was switched to another class at my parents and the assistant super attendants instances.
I started to to get As and Bs.
An investigation was started on the teacher and three years later he was fired.
You see he was failing the black kids, the Hispanic kids, the Indian kids and the over weight kids (like me) despite their performance. He just did it in a smart way that no one noticed right away and with varying grades.
He also molested and raped about 3 girls each school year. One of them my best friend

in highschool

in my english 110 duel enrollment class.
I would finish my work ahead of everyone and was reprimened for reading when i was done. So instead of using my time to read or work on other school work i was forced to sit there for hours doing nothing when i was a week ahead of everyone else.
Of course that was until i wrote my argument paper on this injustice and left a copy for my principle whom ive known since junior high.

My nursing teacher.
Had to be everyone elses friend.
She didnt care that i couldn't sit next to one of the 2 male students because he spent about 2 monthes of junior year sexually harassing me, because he found i had had sex, and he knew i was raised mormon like him.
She didnt care that other girls where teasing me and insulting me.
In fact when finally my attempts to have my problems resolved through the office, and we had a conference with my father and the 'adults' (i was 18 at the time i finally got results) had time to talk amongs themselves without me in the room, he chew her out for allowing the only girl in her class with learning diabilities, who was over weight and tried to resolve her problems reasonable be tortured by her other students in class because she didnt want them to hate her, and the fact that if i was one of her daughters she would be fighting for her just as hard, and that he couldnt believe she reproduced or even got a teaching job if she was that dense and unable to manage children. When she came back to class she locked herself in her office and cried for about 45 minutes then left for the day.
The other girls blamed me, until i said out loud, loud and mad, that if they haddnt been little bitches and determined to make my life a living hell because i wasnt like them then their star teacher who let them get away with murder wouldnt be crying right now for having her weakness relieved, and if she cant handle one parent as simple as my father, then she should go to one of the hospitals and apply right now because she isnt going to last in the teaching field much longer.
She quit a after the next year.

[ViolaPlayer]

My first grade/half of third grade teacher called me a bast*rd. You can imagine the conversation that followed at home....

ME: What's a bast*rd?
MOM: What what what?
ME: What's a bast*rd?
MOM: Where did you hear that.......

After that weekend, when I went back to school. that teacher had a distinct limp and a nifty black eye..... Hmmmm....

I think mom was a little overzealous in protecting me. (First rule!)

But this was the same teacher who had me believing I was dumb until I moved schools in mid-third grade and they re-tested me there. Somehow, believing I was dumb was way more damaging to me than being called a bast*rd ever was.

[Nyoibo]

She was also totally unqualified, in my opinion, to teach high school level maths at all. Another student stole her answer book and she was helpless. For two weeks we did worksheets while she waited for the company to ship her a replacement.

That just made me think of that Simpsons episode.

I don't think of my time in school much, never had time for structured learning environments, I do remember getting into an arguement with one of my teachers when they said not to question what they told me because "I was dumb and they were smarter than me", me being the precocious little turd I was replied "I doubt that, I've got the IQ test to proove I'm smarter than you"... That did not go down well, especially when they accused me of lying and I offered to bring it in for show and tell. All this was over me correcting a math problem on the board, a year 2 math problem on the board, what teacher gets a year 2 math problem wrong?

I loved my highschool math teachers though, they loved it when a student corrected them, it meant we were paying attention, I even got extra credit in one class because the teacher told us there were 2 ways of solving a problem and to find the second, well, I found a third, another student found a fourth, and together we discovered a fifth when we were writing our answers up.

[Summerfly413]

...I do remember getting into an arguement with one of my teachers when they said not to question what they told me because "I was dumb and they were smarter than me"

Reminds me of Matilda, what her father and demon of a principal said often to her:
"I'm right, you're wrong. I'm smart, you're dumb. I'm big, you're little. And there's nothing you can do about it!"

I haven't had TOO many bad teachers. In 8th grade I had an awesome math teacher, so when I went to 9th grade in high school I went to Advanced Algebra. The woman teaching the class was terrible at it. I could barely understand her half the time, and when she tried to explain things if I had a question she'd just explain it the same way as the notes on the board. And if I was doing a problem and I couldn't figure out what to do, instead of telling me what to do next, she'd just finish the problem for me on my paper.

I've been in art classes basically all my life. I'm not super amazing, but I'm definitely not bad at it. Through most of high school I had the same teacher. Most of the time I really liked him. He's laid back, open minded. Kinda hippie-ish.
My senior year I was in his AP Portfolio class. We basically had to get 12 pieces of work done ourselves for our concentration(12 pieces relating to each other in some way), and 12 from the class. We'd send those in to a place that judges them and get a score of 1-5 I think, and that determines our grade for the class. I had a hard time working on my concentration, and didn't really get it done. One day we had to bring in stuff we were working on for a critique. I completely forgot about it. All I had were lame things I had left in the art room. So when he came to my stuff, he basically said I sucked at art and shouldn't be there.
It really pissed me off, and I never did finish it(and I didn't NEED the credit, so I wasn't hurting anything)

I think other than that my teachers have been pretty decent.
My Algebra 2 teacher was just evil. I can't explain it, but she was.
Basically, inspired a friend of mine to answer his exam like this:

[PepperElf]

well i was going to write about some of my own horror stories but .. the local news here beats anything i've been through.

one of the students in the local school was sexually abused by his teacher. from what i've heard it only happened once cos he turned the teacher in immediately. but the damage has been done... from what i've heard his mental and spiritual recovery has been painful.

[BethB]

I have 2 teachers that stand out in my school experience. My first grade teacher was mean as hell. I'm not 100% sure why. I was a quiet kid who did what she was told. My mom worked in the same building and I always left my class. I hated my teacher that bad but to this day I still have not told my mom. The real kicker was when my mom decided to take us kids to visit my teacher at around Christmas. I didn't want to be around her during school, what made her think I wanted to be there during my vacation!

The next was my fifth grade teacher. I don't know what she had up her butt but damn was she mean. One of those "why the heck are you teaching if you hate kids?" kind of people. There was to be NO crossing of your feet at the ankles. Feet flat on the floor at ALL times. I hated and still hate sitting with both feet flat. That's not the only thing but I still hate that. She would take one or two students out to the hall daily to yell at them. I wondered if she drew names. we did a cheesy presidents day concert and we had to stand at basically military attention. Nearly a quarter of us passed out or were on the verge. She just had hate for everything. I don't think she ever smiled once. I was grateful for sixth grade. my teacher was awesome yet sarcastic.

[Amethyst Hunter]

Sucky teachers...ahh, memories. Let the hate begin:

Most of my suckteachers were of the average variety suck. ADD child + adults unprepared to deal with that = me writing a LOT of after-school sentences for "bad" behavior. Of course, later in high school, there were the assholes who didn't bother to do shit about me getting picked on because OF COURSE the Popular Kids could never, ever do anything wrong. /washes taste of bitter sarcasm out of mouth

Miss My Shit Don't Stink was one such bitch. Strutted around the halls like she owned the joint and her word was law. Caught me cussing out a couple of assholes on two different occasions after they started crap with me first. But who gets in trouble? If you guessed me, you *don't* get a cookie. (Or maybe you do, if you ask nicely, heh) Bitch threatened to write me up for the principal's office, nevermind the dickweeds who physically pushed me through the halls and threw shit at me. She basically said to my face that she didn't care I was getting picked on; all that mattered to her was that I was using Naughty Bad Swear Words in school (the horror!). Fuck that uptight bitch with a rusty spork.

Then there was my sophomore HS English "teacher", and I use that term very loosely. This old bastard was tenured, so for all I know he's still there to this day torturing kids - more's the pity. The ONLY, and I do mean ONLY, way you could pass his class was to either be incredibly good at interpreting his style of "teaching" and regurgitate the shit he spewed, or do one hell of a lot of extra credit work to make up for everything you flunked. Well, check that, there were three ways to pass, actually: the third one being that if you sucked up his ass so much your eyes turned brown and he decided to bestow the 'honor' of the 'pet' label on you, then odds were you'd pass.

Now I admit that I opened up my mouth a few more times than I should have, but this fuckwit for whatever reason had a hate-on for me the size of Texas, and he made sure that I suffered for it. He flat-out told my mother to her face during a PT conference that he didn't give a damn if I failed or not; that I was unteachable. I wound up getting yanked out of his class (yay extra study hall!) and having to take summer school classes with all the degenerates (including a few of the assholes who regularly tormented me, oh what fun that was - Hey spitball bitch, FUCK YOU and I hope you choked on all those spitwads you threw in my hair during first period). Ironically, the summer school classes were ridiculously easy to pass - English is one of my better subjects!

Worse yet, years later my brother ended up in the exact same dick's class, and my parents when they found out were none too pleased; they pulled him almost instantly and he too did summer school time. And just in time, too, because the year immediately after that, the stupid school district enacted a rule that one could no longer use summer school credits for this particular class. Know why? SO many freaking people were opting out of this asshole's class for much the same reasons I did!! Now don't you think that says something about this dickhead? (I lost all respect for one former teacher whom I met in college and I told her about this guy and she said 'oh, but he's really a very good teacher'. My ass, he is) I feel bad for all the poor kids who were stuck from that point on having to suffer through this shithead's class.

So, to all you teachers out there who screwed me over during my grade school days...Fuck. You. And. Eat. Shit.

Yeah, I'm just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit bitter. And that was MINOR compared with some of the stories I've read here so far.

[Chromatix]

Count me among those who got picked on, yet the bullies were never punished. Indeed, I sometimes got punished myself for my own brands of standing up to them.

As for bad teachers, my English teacher was responsible for giving me an F for in-class participation - aka the Speaking & Listening portion of my GCSE! The overall grade was C, so I have to guess that my written work was probably worth an A. Okay, I'm introverted, and the other members of the class didn't help that, but why an *F* - and why not actually tell me that class participation counted towards the GCSE?

My Maths teacher was awesome though. He got me through the GCSE when I was 12 - four years ahead of schedule. I then went ahead and got the A-level three years later. That in turn left me plenty of time to work on all the other classes, so I got good grades in all of them.

So what was his special secret technique? He realised that I learned quickly and already had a strong knowledge base, so he could explain something for ten minutes, give me a small handful of problems to prove that I'd picked it up, and move on to the next thing. So we could cover three or four topics in one class, which would normally be barely enough for one - and this while he was still teaching everyone else at the normal pace.

[HorrorFrogPrincess]

My Maths teacher was awesome though. He got me through the GCSE when I was 12 - four years ahead of schedule. I then went ahead and got the A-level three years later. That in turn left me plenty of time to work on all the other classes, so I got good grades in all of them.

So what was his special secret technique? He realised that I learned quickly and already had a strong knowledge base, so he could explain something for ten minutes, give me a small handful of problems to prove that I'd picked it up, and move on to the next thing. So we could cover three or four topics in one class, which would normally be barely enough for one - and this while he was still teaching everyone else at the normal pace.

Gawd, I wish I had that teacher in high school. Classes get SO BORING when you get what's going on and have to sit through another 40 minutes of the same thing.

[bangheadhere]

My Junior year of high school, I was in the accelerated math program. I had one of those teachers who, if you were a jock or female, did well. Unfortunately, I was neither.

I had missed about a week of school....just long enough to miss the start of a new concept. I was sitting in class, and the teacher was up at the front, writing everything down on the board. He kept changing problems around, and I was lost. I asked where he was getting his numbers from. His reply was that maybe I needed to be taking a remedial math course.

I got back at him the next day. Told me to go up to the board to work out a problem. I told him I would be unable to as I had not taken remedial math. You could just see the steam pour out of him as the class laughed........one of the only times I ever got pulled out into the hall.

[Ratha]

I have my own evil teacher story. Three of them, actually, all about the same teacher.

Back in sixth grade, I lived in a very good school district that I absolutely loved and never had problems with before, until my sixth grade Language teacher. My area had just gotten a brand new, and very massive, middle school (or Junior High, as I remember it being called). And when I say it was massive, it was massive. It took five minutes to walk from one end of the school to the other, and that was when the halls were clear. During school, the halls were almost overcrowded between classes, and I had to go from the gym at one end of the school, all the way to the sixth grade wing where my Language class was.

Now, back then I had problems with ulcerative colitis, and as a result I had to go to the bathroom a lot. So with the crowds, the distance, and my ulcerative colitis, it was real hard to get to my locker and class on time.

My locker, unfortunately, was right outside this woman's classroom, and she would watch me from the doorway as I got my books, telling me "Hurry up, hurry up, the bell's about to ring." And it never failed, the minute I walked in the door, the bell rang and she already had a tardy slip ready for me. Every. Single. Time.


And that wasn't all. Because of my ulcerative colitis, I got a doctor's note for my teachers saying that I needed access to the bathroom sometimes during class. My mom spoke with all my teachers before school started about it, and none of my teachers seemed to have a problem with it. But the first day of Language, the teacher said- while looking directly at me- that there'd be no bathroom breaks during her class. I was too shy and easily intimidated to say anything, to her or to my mom, so I quietly suffered through class, thinking that I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom. It wasn't until we had a substitute teacher who asked who <my name> was because she had bathroom privileges that I found out otherwise.


And finally, this same teacher didn't go along with some of the school's activities, but no one really said anything about it. One day during Drug Awareness, the school came up with an interesting idea. Every twelve minutes, a student was called to the office, and when they returned, their faces were painted white, to represent the people that die from drug related deaths. Teachers and the other students were supposed to ignore the "dead" student, who wasn't supposed to talk. They were free to read, write, draw, whatever quiet activity they wanted, and they'd be able to make up the work they missed later. (I spent the whole day hoping I'd be called, but it turned out to be only the honor students doing it. XD; )

All the teachers went along with this, teaching class like normal, except my Language teacher. She walked by the "dead" student's desk and, playing like she was teasing and joking around, said that she was "just going to leave this schoolwork here as if <student> was here and it might magically do itself."

I didn't think what she did was right, but as I said earlier, I was too shy and easily intimidated to say anything, and I had enough detentions from her as it was.

[raine_naoe]

forgot to mention this college teacher.

she taught a course on Women in Literature. one of the assignments entailed of making a list of 100 things black people had to suffer through. she described slave owners as being as bad as nazis, then later said that people who lived at the time who allowed others to have slaves couldn't use 'it was common thinking' as an excuse, yet underling soldiers of the nazis couldn't be blamed because they were just following orders.
she bragged about yelling at her dad for two hours and getting him to see things her way when he asked her why a mixed race couple were getting married. she also mentioned an uncle that made a comment about black people having thicker skin and said of him " only thing you can do with people like that is wait for them to die."
she also assumed that none of the girls in her class were virgins anymore, and made comments showing this. when a book mentioned something sexual she would comment about everyone knowing all about that sort of thing, etc... Being proud of being a virgin at my age, this really, deeply offended me.
also assumed that everybody believed in evolution instead of creationism, and when one student made an opnion contrary to hers in the matter treated him like he was stupid.

[deafcat24]

From grade three to grade eight I always had a teacher that either one of my sister's had.

Every year alternated between good and bad. One sister had always had the bad teachers and the other had the good teachers. It didn't help that i was very hard of hearing in a regular class. I went to a different high school then they did so I don't know how i would have turned out in high school with their teachers.

My grade 3 teacher retired last year, 19 years after I was in her class, after spending most of the year teaching my nephew's class. Talk about a long time.

[jedimaster91]

Thanks for this very unpleasant stroll down memory lane, guys. I was fortunate to have mostly good teachers, but a few stick out in my mind.

My middle school (grade 6-8) years were full of teachers that hated kids. Of course with that age group, I don't blame them, but I was a fairly good kid. A bit of an airhead sometimes, but I didn't smart off like many of my classmates. My 7th and 8th grade science teacher often hooked up her computer to the classroom TV for instructional purposes. One day, she forgot to disconnect it before checking her e-mail and inviting the female art teacher to come stay with her. Needless to say, this was the gossip of the 7th grade. I actually liked this teacher and didn't really care what she did in her spare time, but I was pretty torqued when we got a week's worth of "harrassment workshops" instead of learning about science like we were supposed to.

Also in middle school (8th grade, I think), we had this sub in English during our Arts and Humanities unit. During the dance portion, I mentioned that I was a ballet dancer and had been for some time. He asked if I could do the splits. Not thinking anything of it, I said sure and did. I found out later that he was making all the girls do the splits before he would allow them to go to the restroom. I'm not sure how all this turned out, but I hope he's not teaching anymore.

I love English. But my sophomore English teacher made me dread it. She had the attitude that all sophomores were stupid and it was her job to make them smart. Never mind that most of the class was in the Math/Science/Tech magnet program, several of whom achieved perfect scores on the SAT and ACT. We weren't dumb. I have been reading since the age of three, and had a pretty good handle on grammar. This woman was a grammar Nazi. I didn't necessarily know what a dangling participle or misplaced modifier was, but I knew when a sentance didn't sound right and how to fix it. She really infuriated me most of the year with her implications that I was stupid. I wasn't.

I hated my junior chemistry teacher too. All we did for the entire year was science fair. I think we were in the lab all of 4 times, 2 of which were to make sure all the needed equipment was there. Ugh. My college chemistry teacher was MUCH better.

I had the same math teacher my freshman and junior years in highschool. I hated her. If you didn't understand her way, you were sunk. She was also very condesending about it. Sure, she was available after school for help, but she just rehashed what she'd said in class, and I didn't get it, so I gave up. It really didn't help that I essentially skipped 4th grade math and therefore never had the foundations for higher levels. Even a couple years of tutoring never got me where I needed to be math wise. Which now is hilarious considering my career choice is nothing but math and physics.

And then I got to college. I graduated from the top school in my state from the toughest magnet program they offered. The last two math classes I took were AP Statistics and AP Physics. Guess what math class I took my first semester in college? Algebra 101. Granted, I'm bad at math, but I've got a pretty good handle on Algebra. It's precal and calculus that I despise. The advisor I saw for scheduling told me that because the algebra class was REQUIRED for my major, I could NOT test out of it. I found out later that wasn't true, which only added insult to injury. The teacher reminded me of my aforementioned English teacher, and had the attitude that all her students were stupid. She really ticked me off once. For some reason, I couldn't get my graphing calculator to do what I wanted to do, so I did a log problem BY HAND. She told me to redo it and use the graphing function on my calculator because we hadn't gone over how to solve log problems. But I just DID IT! It was all I could do not to start yelling. I sat by the window and watched cars circle the parking lot for the rest of that semester.

[Salted Grump]

My grade 3 teacher Practically Killed my love of learning for nearly 15 years.

Long version short, I'm smart as a whip, sarcastic, with a fertile imagination, and a deep loathing of people that think I'm stupid because I'm built like a Beer barrel on legs.

That last part; the 'legs' is what got me in daily trouble with that teacher. Mr. A, at some point in time, had been in a car accident, and so was in a wheelchair; for whatever reason, he FORBADE anyone from walking in his class, except for one 15-minute Recess (Everyone else in school got 2 15 minute breaks, and a half-hour lunch). You can imagine how well that went over with parents when they found out that the pack of 25 or so 8-9 year old children were stuck in the same room for 4+ hours a day without bathroom breaks, etc.

Oh; and I ignored him when he asked me why I wasn't doing any work, after the first ten or so times that I had finished everything, and raised my hand for 10+ minutes (During a 'study' period) for him to check over my work. On several occasions I was held in class and forced to miss my bus, and my house is roughly 10 kilometres away from the school. And, just to add injury to insult, he once told me to stand at the front of the class and used me as an 'example' as to what not to be in school. Ie. someone that did not regurgitate 'yes sir, yes sir, three bags full sir' all the time.