My niece's 4th grade teacher

[TimmyHate]

MaggieTheCat, this drives my children completely nuts! They think it's not fair that they get punished for the misdeeds of others. I agree with them on that.

My little guy brought home his class rules. One of the rules was when they come in to class they are suppose to smile and cheerfully tell their teacher "Good Morning, Miss. Dumbass, not her real name, of course) The little guy hasn't said a word about it, so I don't think it's enforced that much, otherwise I would have to have a talk with her about forcing my child to smile. No one should be forced to smile if they don't want to do it.

Haha tell that to my Manager...she actually wrote in my performance review that she wants me to smile when I arrive at work and 'seem cheerful'. Sorry but until my shift starts and I am logged in, you have no control over me.

[protege]

Forgot about this one... when my brother was still in grade school, he was always getting into trouble. Most of the time, he wasn't even doing anything. Seems that his teacher had decided to "punish" him anyway. In fact, she had an entire pad of detention forms...already filled out with his name on them.

Needless to say, my mother hit the ceiling, and raised hell She went off on the bitch (and I'm being nicely!) as well as the principal about how the teacher had it in for her kid, and that those forms were proof. She also said that if my brother was given detention...there'd be no way in hell he was going to serve it.

But, he got the last laugh--that bitch is still there, and from what I understand...is still bitter about having to work there.

[EricKei]

That first one just kinda...scares me

MaggieTheCat, this drives my children completely nuts! They think it's not fair that they get punished for the misdeeds of others. I agree with them on that.

Company punishment? In the military, yeah, it makes sense. Everybody is supposed to act more or less alike, and are all old enough to follow instructions. For kids at home? Yeah, it's unfair, but it can be effective when done properly. Dad did that to me and my brother. Granted, 9 times out of 10, when we did get punished, it was for something where we both deserved it...but that made the ones where only one of us had screwed up sting that much more. But, at a school...? In no way is that appropriate.

[Kheldarson]

I dunno; I've used it before. It's really effective when you have a bunch of students talking during a movie assignment. I didn't have to say another word to either of the groups talking b/c their neighbors did ^__^

[PepperElf]

i vote for abusive - and hormones or not it's uncalled for

so what if the boy isn't smiling?
he might have a reason to not be smiling. maybe a grandparent just died.

i would say, talk to the school board and yes... have her spoken to

[blas]

And this would be why if I ever do have children, they will be home schooled.

Myself and several of my classmates learned as early as kindergarten that there are some teachers out there who absolutely hate kids and have no patience.

Add in the fact that I was in special ed in kindergarten, and this teaching assistant was a woman old enough to be considered legally deceased, and would scream at us kids for not being able to color inside the lines.

To this day, I still will not color inside the lines. And I hope that bitch is twitching in Hell the way she used to twitch when I'd color outside the lines when I was 5 years old!

[Peppergirl]

Sadly, the credo in the first story seems to be the motto of many managers nowadays:

If you have 100 employees and one is doing something wrong and 99 arent, punish all 100 employees for the 1 person's mistake. You know, rather than correct the 1 person individually.

Drives me batshit insane!

[fma_fanatic]

I had some decent teachers in elementary and middle school, but when it got to high school, I had a bitch of a Spanish teacher. I may have posted this before, but it bears repeating.

In the spring of my freshman year, I was hit by a car and broke my leg. Because I was on crutches, it took me longer to get around than normal, so I had a pass to be late to class for the rest of the year (about 2 1/2 months). The Spanish teacher, however was a bitch about it and continually marked me tardy. 10 tardies were equal to one hour of detention after school, so every day I'd have to get it fixed because of her.

However, the catalyst that got me out of Spanish with a passing grade was when she saw me come in one minute after the 2nd bell and shouted to the whole class "Oh look! There's the cripple!" I hated her as it was, but this was enough. I didn't even sit down and left the classroom, hobbling down the hall to the office in tears. My counselor got me out of the class and into another elective for the rest of the year.

Her contract was not renewed the next year, much to many student's joys. She really was a bitch.

[Gawdzillers]

I haven't had too many horror stories like that. Two years ago, I was running for class chaplain (Catholic school), and I made a joke in my speech about how "This microphone smells like bad breath". I ended up losing the election to a guy who was a frequent altar boy at Mass, so I wasn't too upset. But a teacher who I had never had, and didn't even know, grabbed my arm like you would a rambunctious fourth-grader, and told me not to make jokes like that.

Looking back on it, I should have screamed "STRANGER DANGER!" at the top of my lungs, like a fourth-grader would. Fuck you, lady, it's not like I told a big Holocaust/dead baby/rape joke.

[BuggedMei]

Poor kids. I can understand teaching them to be in a line or keeping their hands together or in pockets so they don't touch something, sure, but smiling? No..

My mom never believed anything I said if a teacher did something when I came home from school. I had a health teacher (bitch) who would lecture for 10 minutes and give us some busy work. One day it was an open book assignment and I had noticed a mistake and asked about it. Mrs Bitch got upset and told me to ignore it. Fine, ok, I finished my work and took out my book to read while others finished. She got up, ripped the book out of my hands, and put it on her desk. She called me a brat for "making a fuss" and refused to return my book. So I came back later when she had her off periods and stole it back. Told mom and she said I started it..

Later on in the year, when I was returning my textbooks for my middle school graduation, I was kinda upset, was moving a good 4hrs away, people were saying good bye to me and stuff, Mrs Bitch tells me I returned the wrong book, takes my cap/gown away from me and tells me I owe her $100+ for the book. Why? Because she claimed that I wrote down the wrong number (The books had L's and 1's, my 1 looked like a lowercase L) but I eventually proved I turned in the wrong book. She spent 20 minutes following me back to the graduation telling me what a horrible child I was and how she should of failed me...


....still wanna be a teacher though. >_> I won't be an ass like some of them in this thread.

[DGoddessChardonnay]

Oh the stories I could tell about my run-ins with teachers on power trips . . .could probably fill up a 1000 pages or better and take the better part of a decade to explain everything . . .

First grade: Mom decided to enroll me in a private school (ie, a local "Christian" academy.) Teacher I had was an absolute bitch. For example, she would take away my workbook and withhold it until everyone else was done b/c I would usually finish before everyone else. She also couldn't stand the fact that I was a leftie with a pencil and had the gall to tell me I was possessed by Satan.

Her idea of "punishment?" Take me out in the hall and paddle my behind. Needless to say, Mom showed up and blessed not only the teacher out, but also the principal. These paddlings occurrred about half a dozen times during that school year and every time she'd (Mom) would show up and raise Hell. She also had another run in with this same teacher around Christmas over some ornaments that Mom had made (she was into ceramics back in the 70's and even taught it for awhile) to give out to all my classmates. Teacher threw them into the trash and wouldn't allow them to be given out.

Mom went over to the school after she found it out and the teacher's explanation is that they don't teach about Santa or Frosty or Rudolph, et al. They teach that the holiday is strictly Christ's birthday, yadda yadda.

Why I was kept there the following year I still can't figure out and she can't recall too well, but the second grade wasn't much better. I had two instances of being taken outside to be paddled and right before the holidays the teacher said I had to stay after school (never specified the reason, as far as I can recall.) By this time, my parents were separated and Mom was working 2 jobs and couldn't leave to pick me up from school, so she called the school to find out why a note was sent home saying I'd have to stay after. I can't recall what was said, but the end result was I was removed from that school and put in public school right after the Christmas break. And no, I did not stay after school that day I was supposed to either . . . Mom kept me home starting after she'd called the school refused to send me back there and knowing that I was absolutely terrified of that teacher.

Rest of the 2nd and the 3rd grade weren't bad . . . 4th grade was a doozie. I had a teacher who thrived off making us write sentences as "punishment." This occurred several times during that year, each time my Mom either calling or showing up in person to demand to know why. After about the 3rd time of this teacher making me do this, Mom put an end to it and informed the teacher that I would NOT be doing that anymore because she didn't see where it was beneficial (only thing it did for me was give me awful writer's cramp.)

Then, I guess as "retailiation" for that, my spelling book disappeared from inside my desk. The teacher told my Mom that she'd have to pay for the missing book. Mom told her that there was no reason it should have been missing, as I'd stated that it was in my desk the last time I'd seen it. That spelling book turned up not long after in one of the teacher's desk drawers (she'd been called to the office and in her haste forgot to shut the bottom drawer and it was laying on top of some other stuff. I peeked inside the lid to see what it was when I went up to lay my assignment on the desk . . . it had my name in it.) I went home that evening and told Mom what I'd discovered, she went back to the school and the teacher tried to deny it. Needless to say, it didn't work and Mom didn't pay for the book (as it wasn't missing after all . . . the teacher had obviously taken it on purpose.)

5th grade I had a principal who showed off his racially biased side not only to me, but to my Mom. I was having problems with a group of kids on the bus whose daily mission it seemed to make fun of me by calling me racist names, try to take my books and throw stuff at me. I'd went to the office and tried to talk with the principal about the situation, but his reply was "I don't believe you because you're white and the kids you're complaining about are all black."

Mom got a phone call and she barged into the school like gangbusters and demanded to know where the principal was and asked him point blank what he'd said to me. And he actually had the nerve to tell her exactly what he'd told me.

She took me straight home, contacted the main office for the public school system and made a formal complaint and asked that I be transferred to another school, as I did not need to be subjected to a racist (the principal was black) who point blank told her child that he didn't like white people and also did not need to be working with children. The school board could transfer me, but Mom would have to provide the transportation (which wasn't feasible as she worked 2 jobs and had to be at her morning job before I had to leave for school.)

So unfortunately, I had to stay at that school for not only the rest of that school year, but the following year. I went to a school much closer to home for 7th and 8th grade (2 blocks away and I walked to school. Yay.) And they didn't transfer out that principal either until I left . . .

And a couple of years later, he showed up again. This time at my brother's school when school resumed after the Christmas break. Which my Mom found out about after getting a phone call from him not long after he started to inform her that he was sending my brother home in a cab b/c he'd acted up at school (Little brother got impatient b/c the teacher was called to the office right at the time they were lining up to go to the cafeteria for lunch, so he grabbed the teacher by the arm and started dragging her down the hallway. Teacher was shook up a bit, but otherwise unharmed.)

He realized he made a deadly mistake when he called my house and Mom immediately remembered who he was when he gave her his name. She lit into him on the phone like a rattlesnake, then went immediately to the school to pick up my brother. I heard she chewed that principal up one side and down the other and not only handed his ass back to him, but she also called the main office when she got home and raised a royal ruckus about him being at my brother's school and around all those special kids.

That principal was transferred out right there at the end of that semester. Don't know where he went to after that, but frankly Hell wouldn't be a good enough place to send that asshole.

I'd share the high school horrors . . . but the battery is running low on the laptop, so I'll save those for later. But bad teachers (and principals) are everywhere, sadly. Even sadder is that the kids are the ones who end up with the short end of the stick.

[firecat88]

Ahh, bad teachers. I've had quite a few of those

6th grade...not a fun year for me. I had this reallyreally evil science teacher, as well as half the guys in class picking on me (dunno why they chose me). There was one day that the teacher actually got into it. They all (five boys, plus the teacher) decided it would be fun to shove me into the classroom's storage closet and close the door. I still, to this day, hate being in dark, windowless areas. I did get the whole lot of 'em in trouble with the principal, though.

Highschool wasn't so bad. The only person I had issues with there was my principal in 9th grade. He actually told my parents that I just wasn't cut out to make A's and B's in Math (My math skills are horrible). I proved him wrong at the new school I went to that following year. My mom got the satisfaction of telling him how I got a B+ in Math when she saw them at her work (she's a nurse and this principal's wife was having a surgery).

I'm in college now, and I've had a few professors I just can't stand. My first semester of my first year, I took Spanish 101. The prof I had for that class....I did not like him. His teaching method was to make fun of students who couldn't answer his questions .5 seconds after he asked 'em. Also, anytime I had a new book I was reading, he'd say, "So, what kind of crap are you reading -this- time?" in a snooty voice. I remember one time, this one girl was late because she'd been taking care of her roommate who was really badly sick. She needed to leave class early because her roomie had to be taken to the hospital. Prof said she couldn't leave. She went anyway. ()

I'm taking calculus this semester, and the way my prof teaches it makes my brain hurt. The guy reads one or two bits from whatever section we're doing, then flips to the very back of the section where the problems are, and starts doing the ones that we haven't covered how to do.

[Pagan]

and others only work well with perfect beings.

There ain't no such thing.

I thought turkeys could fly.

Still one of the funniest episodes of any show ever! Right up there with the food fight on "Cheers" and Will, Grace, and Jack feeling each others boobs.

Yeah. I got an F that quarter, a 0 for my final (he refused to accept it - team project - even though the rest of my team went to bat for me.), and a 60 for the year. I didn't care. I already had my college acceptance letters, and physics was not required for my major.

Excuse me? Acceptance letters or not, I still would have had that jackass run out on a rail!

I haven't had too many horror stories like that. Two years ago, I was running for class chaplain (Catholic school), and I made a joke in my speech about how "This microphone smells like bad breath". I ended up losing the election to a guy who was a frequent altar boy at Mass, so I wasn't too upset. But a teacher who I had never had, and didn't even know, grabbed my arm like you would a rambunctious fourth-grader, and told me not to make jokes like that.

Here I'm thinking that maybe they were the one who made it smell that way?

I remember one time, this one girl was late because she'd been taking care of her roommate who was really badly sick. She needed to leave class early because her roomie had to be taken to the hospital. Prof said she couldn't leave. She went anyway. ()

Hate to break it to him, but she was paying for that class (which pays his salary). She could leave any damn time she wanted.

I had one like that for Analytical Writing when I was at CNM. The way she handled it, it felt like you were calling in to work. Sorry, I paid my tuition. If I find it necessary to miss a class, I will. Most likely, I will e-mail you that I'm not going to be there. But she didn't take it out in my grade. I still got an "A" in the class. (Never had any doubts. One thing I can do is write and, although she didn't know it, I am published, too.)

[protege]

Oh, and let's not forget sucky guidance counselors either

Freshman year in high school, I got to deal with a real winner. This twit, apparently got her job because she knew someone. That had to be the reason.

Anyway, quite a few people in my class were having trouble. Most of us got stuck taking Algebra I. Not really a problem until second semester--the student teacher (Miss Thomas...who I hope had a better career as a pole-dancer, since she was a moron ) had decided to screw over our entire class. That is, one day the problem was correct, the next day it was wrong, etc.

After multiple people had failed an exam, we'd had enough. Going to the guidance counselor didn't help--she actually *refused* to listen to us But, once several politically-connected parents found out (and took it to the school board!)... she was no longer our counselor. We were all assigned to someone else, who did an awesome job. As for the bitch, well, she eventually got forced out

[firecat88]

Oh, and let's not forget sucky guidance counselors either

Oh gosh. I had one of those too x.x;

7th and 8th grade (different school than where I went for 6th). It was yet another time where I was getting picked on and spent more time in the nurse's office than in class. The guidance counselor was...a nutjob. I'm sorry, but she was. When I tried to tell her about the problems I was having with the other students, she thought I was the one who needed to be put on anti-depressants. She apparently even went so far as to assume that I was having problems at home and just was making things up to make it look like the problem was at school.