My niece's 4th grade teacher

[poofy_puff]

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.)

What you should have done was taken the spelling book home and given it to your mother. Then she could have said to the teacher, "It's all good, we found my kid's spelling book" and watch what the teacher would have said. Of course, she would have done something even worse to get back at you, but your mother would be onto her by then.

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.

I used to get picked on and spit on by some of the kids too (it seemed like it was ALL of them, but it was usually a core group whom others would just mimic), and I started getting nervous stomach cramps at one point during second grade. I would go to the nurse to try to get sent home early, and that year we had a nurse who was part of the new (at the time) awareness campaign on child abuse (this was circa 1978). She started asking me "So what goes on when you're at home alone with your father? What do you usually do? Any special GAMES your father likes to play with you?" I said "Monopoly, checkers, cards, things like that". "But does he ever try to WRESTLE with you?" And I said "Not wrestling, but sometimes he holds me down and tickles me".

I HAD NO IDEA WHERE THIS WAS GOING.

Instead of making the bullies at school knock it off, the nurse put in for a whole CPS investigation.

I realize that in a lot of cases abuse goes undetected, but one sign of a kid who is being abused in the home is that they WANT TO STAY IN SCHOOL as much as possible. I heard of kids getting up early and being the first ones at the school yard in the morning and coming in when they're sick because whatever is happening in school, it's worse at home.

If only home-schooling were an option then the way it is now.

[chrisfabo]

on the "CPS" for no reason angle, my dad STILL Brings up somethign that happened in high school.

Note for anyone here with kids. Disabuse them of the phrase"He had me up against the wall" when talking about a verbal tirade. yeah. Someone took me literally, overhearing a private convo with a classmate in my second year of high school.

The guy was knocking on our door THAT EVENING. >.<

What a bunch a maroons....

[Teskeria]

Lol - CPS. My younger daughter (14 at the time) liked to complain we had no food in the house. CPS comes a knocking. "we've had complaints you have no food. blah blah blah" I laughed at them. walked over to the fridge, opened it. Their faces started to fall, opened freezer, further fall, walked to pantry, opened it. Now they were completely confused. until I asked "What didn't you see" Light dawns. Although all three were full, there was NO junk food. No cookies, cakes, chips, ect...
To a 14 year old, this was no food. I laughed for days. My daughter was mortified.

[Can I Help Your A$$?]

OK. Somebody's teacher is a Scientologist.

That first rule is a "Golden Age" tech if I've ever heard one.

It teaches unquestioning obedience, and supposedly a "non-reactive mindstate."

It's also something that could really come from one of those dog-training shows on BRAVO or A&E. Dogs are taught to stay calm and not get excited when their masters return.

Now, if that training exercise were applied properly, it might be ok. That's because it's the "master" who is taught to be calm so the dog doesn't get overly excited. The dog follows the master's lead. Not that children are dogs, heaven forfend.

Just sayin' that if she's not "freewheeling" a Scion tech (practicing scientology exercises on one's own without a "professional auditor), she's misinterpreting dog-training techniques.

PS: No, I'm not a scientologist or a member of any religious organization that charges inordinate amounts of money.

[Kheldarson]

Firecat...you made me remember my worst teacher ever >.< If I ever see him again, it will be too soon.

This professor was chosen as Professor of the Year for the state a couple of years before this class. I had had him the year he was chosen. He rambled a lot about politics despite it being a geography class, but was mostly ignorable.

Then I got him for cultural anthropology.

Apparently, cultural anthropology is all about sex. At least, according to him, it is. So from day 1 of this class, we're innundated with talk about it, crude jokes about it...and this is a 300 level course.

Well, one of the first major assignments we did was with a movie. All we were to do was watch it and then right a paper in response to it, telling if we liked it or not and our general thoughts on it. Okay. Movie we were going to watch was Black Robe. All we were told was that it was about the French Jesuits meeting with the natives in Canada.

Nothing prepared me for the two full on sex scenes in the first part of the movie.

Not knowing what to do right then, I finished out the class (movie wasn't finished yet), and left for the evening with KabeRinnaul, who was in the class with me. I called my mom and between her and him, decided to talk to Prof the next day because I did not want to see anymore of the movie, but also felt that the lack of warning was inappropriate. Because, at least in my case, I would've felt a lot better about that content if I had warning. No warning, I'm left uncomfortable.

So I go to talk with him, with KabeRinnaul outside the office since we were walking to another class together. I expressed my concern about the content, asked if there would be similar scenes, and upon finding out there would be, asked if maybe I could do another similar assignment. Now, I thought I had approached it calmly and reasonably, and he seemed to respond accordingly. Told me no, I couldn't do another assignment, but Kabe could certainly tell me when to look away. Fair enough.

Jump a couple of days later. In the Subway (bottom of student center), he approaches Kabe to let him know to let me know that he wants to talk to me about "my problem". I'm nearby, so he just kinda blinks and then tells me directly. Go by his office later where he informs me that he's sorry I have a problem with this content, but I'm an adult and should be able to handle it. But if I'm unable to, I'm welcome to skip next class, but I won't be allowed to turn in an assignment for it, so will have to take a zero on it.

Right. Now he's starting to threaten my grade. And I'm on the top academic scholarship for the school.

I leave, stunned. Go to next class, look away at the next sex scene, write the paper. But classes just get worse after that. He glares at us. Ignores us unless we start seeming to zone out, then yells. We move towards the middle of the class. Still the same treatment. I'm getting resentful, because I don't know why he's acting like this. So I go to the Academic Dean, who was my advisor for a while. He takes notes, but says he can't really do anything that won't possibly make it worse. Well, I need this class for my degree, so...yeah. Nothing's done.

Eventually, midterm comes around and we take a test. Kabe and I finish early, so are waiting to see if he'll let us go early or not. Kabe pulls out a RP book to work on a character. Now, Prof did say no outside reading in his class at the beginning of the semester. So, while Kabe was wrong, the Prof had no call to try to rip the book out of Kabe's hands. Once he releases us from class that evening, he follows us into the hall and in front of all the class there, yells at us that we're being disrespectful to him and if it continues, he's going to kick us out from the class.

Jump to towards the end of classes. I'm on track. We're leaving that evening for a several day meet. I have a lot of work to try to finish before I leave as well as pack. So I go to ask if I'd be missing any work that evening/ would it be all right to miss just this one class, since I'll be leaving early anyway. He tells me that it's up to me, but another track team member's going to be in class, so I shouldn't problem being in class till he leaves too. Fine. Go to class.

I should note here that this is several weeks after the tragedy at VT. When I get up to leave for the trip, he follows me in the hall. Informs me that he's concerned for his safety because my behavior reminds him of the Tech shooter and he's considering referring me for counseling.

I still have no words for this. I was crying by the time I got on the bus. When I came back from the meet I went to the Dean again. Still nothing. So kept my head down and finished the year. Got an A in his class anyway.

Thank God the head of his department let me take a correspondence course for another class of his I had to take the next semester.

(Department head and Prof were really good buddies, that's why I never went to the department head. But he figured it out after I asked for the permission and we talked at that point. Prof's still teaching though)

[MergedLoki]

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!

Yea we have that at my work.
There's a FEW employees (i dont know who for sure but I can think of a few in our department).

that would basically kill time on websites playing internet games etc. WHEN we had patients that needed to be xrayed.

I'm all for it when ther'es downtime and no one to xray (like right now... I have no one on my list it's slow @ the moment hence me killin time on THIS site :P).

but I guess it was happening enough here, and in other dept's with nurses slacknig etc.

that there's a firewall up at work that blocks... about 80% of the sites out there. (basically anything with video/flash/games on it).

and this is because a small minority are too irresponsible to do their jobs so... the ENTIRE hospital staff is punished. and.... end rant.

[Samaliel]

I didn't really have any horrendous teachers - there were rumors about some though, but nothing I've experienced first hand in that department -, but had a very hard time getting along my fellow students, and thus tried to stay on my own lonesome and out of trouble - most of the time, reading a book or another.

However, even when other students would pick on me in the most abusive way right in front of teachers, I would be deemed to be the one at fault. Case in point: in our equivalent of 10th grade, if I'm not mistaken (our grades are numbered backwards compared to US ones, I believe), during a gym class where we were supposed to practice table tennis, one student sneaked up to me and pulled my pants down. He probably didn't meant to, but my underwear also went down, so I had my junk exposed in front of all the class and the teacher.

It was a student with whom it was hate at first sight, and it wasn't the first of his antics against me. So I was fulminating, obviously. I pulled my pants back up, and threw the first object at hand at him. It happened to be table tennis racket. A pretty old and rather worn out one, at that. I missed. The racket hit a wall and shattered.

Guess who got in trouble? I got 2 hours of detention and had to buy a new racket. The other guy? Nothing that I heard of... Fuckers.

At that same school (a Catholic private school), we had "Religious Education" classes, one hour per week. Fairly intersting stuff, if you happen to have the right teacher, because there weren't any set program for those. The assigned teacher could pretty much talk about anything remotely related to religion. The one I had told us about things main religions had in common and their differences, some History of Religions, and a bit of awareness to religious events in the news. With other teachers, it was basically cathechism: reading and somewhat discussing the Bible, yadda yadda.

My sister had one of the wrong ones. Or, dare I say, the worst one. Sister Marie-Paule was the most unsympathetic, ice-hearted person pretending that life is about being kind to one another. Even if her discourse said "Do unto others as you would have them do to you", her attitude and behaviour said very much " Do as I say, not as I do". Because she were to be treated like she treated those 7th-graders, man, would she be in trouble. How heartless do you have to be to explain to a bunch of 7th-graders that their beloved pets don't have a soul? That their late hamster, that died the day before and they were still crying over, therefore didn't "go to a better blace"? Whatever happened to compassion? Sympathy? My sister, who loves animals, went into a tirade and ripped her a new one, saying that, if she believed animals didn't have souls, that was fine, but forcing this opinion on a student that was already in distress was the most evil thing she could ever imagine.

Sis' got banned from that class for the rest of the year. Since it couldn't affect in any way the rest of her grades, she was perfectly fine with that.

Then we had the headmaster at another Catholic private school. I had done two years (7th and 8th grade) in that school before we had to move. Then we came back in the area, some 3 years later, so my parents figured it would be a good thing if I went back there. But things had changed in three years. The somewhat cool headmaster from then had been replaced because he had been deemed too lenient by the board of directors, in which the diocese had plenty of room.

The new headmaster was an uptight bigotted paranoid on a power trip. He told many students that they should stop flirting. What do you expect, man? They're teenagers! Of course they're gonna flirt! The rumors had it his own daughters were not the most innocent in that area, if you know what I mean. But his most incredible feat of asshattery was when he lectured an 8th-grader about the evil of masturbation (makes you go blind, deaf, bald and to Hell, not necessarily in that order) because the kid locked himself in the toilets so he could play his Game Boy without anyone bothering him! Jump to conclusions much?

One of my classmates told me his family was gathering informations and testimonials because they were filing a lawsuit against this nutcase.

[RayvenQ]

Sounds like every teacher I ever had from K-4.

I remember one teacher (Rot in hell Mrs. Gemski) was watching our lunch room period. She had a "rule" that you had to eat ALL of your food. You could not throw any of it away. And she checked everyone's bags and boxes to be sure.
I wasn't feeling well one day and could not finish my lunch (cream cheese and jelly sandwich) and threw most of it in the trash, no wrapper or bag, just the sandwich.
She made me take it back out of the garbage and eat it in front of her. I felt a lot sicker after that, for some reason.

BITCH!

I had a dinner lady that did that one day, who made me eat an entire cheese and egg flan that i had previously refused to eat because i did not like eggs at all, the result? a tables worth of 15 kids workbooks being ruined by the tidal wave of vomit that i spewed out

[Misanthropical]

When I was in jr. high (middle school for some) I was very fat and had bad acne. I lost all the weight by high school and my complexion cleared up, but when I was in jr. high I had a very rough time of it.

The other kids would make fun of me all the time, hit me and basically play cruel jokes on me. The teachers saw this happen and did nothing to stop it and I actually saw them laughing at some of the things done to me. I often went home crying.

My math teacher saw me struggle with the work and did nothing to help me. She would go around the room and have everyone say out loud what grade they got. She would get a big smile on her face and beam when she came to me because she knew I would have to say I failed. She really enjoyed humiliating me and was mad as hell when I was transferred out of her class to one where I would get the help that I needed in math.

When ever the kids would hit me or do things to humiliate me I would try to tell my teachers, but it just lead to both of us getting in trouble even though I hadn't done anything wrong.

Like I said earlier I had lost all the weight by high school and my complexion cleared up and I have stayed that way even though I had children. I have gained a little weight but not much. Now, I know that I shouldn't let it bother me so much, but even now I can't watch any of the Porky's movies, because I was called "Bula ball breaker" the whole time I was in jr. high and it does come back to taunt me when I try to watch the movies.

My mother did nothing to help the situation and often made fun of my weight at home and wondered why I was so depressed all the time.

If things like that were happening to my children and the teachers either ignored it or joined in I would go all "Mama Bear" on them and my husband would join me in that regard. I would not tolerate my children being treated in such a manner. I would also never make fun of my children's weight no matter what. My big guy is really a big guy. He is over 6 feet tall (he thinks it's the height of hilarity to make short jokes to me, since I'm only 5'5" ) and weighs more than he should. I know it bothers him so I don't say anything that would make him feel bad about it.

[EricKei]

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.

...

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.

I had a German prof ...once...in college who had both of these unfortunate aspects. He loved telling us to read a given section in the book, and then quiz us about it at the start of the next class. He would then make fun of our mistakes ("Oh!I see! The chocolate is walking the duck! Sit down!")...Only after he had had his jollies would he explain the fundamental grammar concepts that would have been needed to understand the assigned section in the first place. In other words, yes, he would quiz us on material that had never been covered, then make fun of us for not knowing it. In German 101.

[firecat88]

I had a German prof ...once...in college who had both of these unfortunate aspects. He loved telling us to read a given section in the book, and then quiz us about it at the start of the next class. He would then make fun of our mistakes ("Oh!I see! The chocolate is walking the duck! Sit down!")...Only after he had had his jollies would he explain the fundamental grammar concepts that would have been needed to understand the assigned section in the first place. In other words, yes, he would quiz us on material that had never been covered, then make fun of us for not knowing it. In German 101.

Ouch. Double whammy.

[EricKei]

Double whammy.

C'mon, no whammies no whammies bug bucks and STOP! *droning buzzer* WTF? "Nunavut Caller"? -- I'll take the Whammy instead >_<

[firecat88]

C'mon, no whammies no whammies bug bucks and STOP! *droning buzzer* WTF? "Nunavut Caller"? -- I'll take the Whammy instead >_<

And you've successfully made me choke on my own saliva.

On a thread-related note, calc prof strikes again x.x; He gives us quizzes every Friday, unless it's a test week. This past Friday was a quiz day. This has been our third quiz, but this one was different. We were supposed to be having the quiz on two sections (2.2 and 2.3) that we'd been more-or-less discussing last week. On the quiz were two problems that I had no. friggin'. clue. how to do. The reason? They were from section 2.4, a section that we'd only just barely started talking about on Wednesday (We're talking like half a minute of looking at it at the veryveryvery end of the class period).

Now, I'm horrible at math. I'll say that right now. When I'm expected to do something that hasn't even been covered yet, it's gonna take me a long friggin' time to do it. I was taking too long for his tastes, apparently, because he walks up to the back of the room (it's one of those big lecture halls with stadium-esque seating...which I have no idea why we're in there because it seats 2-dozen and there's not even a dozen of us in the class)...and does the one thing I really hate it when people do this to me:

He just -stood- right smack behind me. Not saying anything, not doing anything. Just standing there watching over my shoulder. The reason why I hate it when people do this is because I'm not exactly in a position where I can look behind me to see what's going on, and I get uncomfortable and paranoid that not-nice things are going to be inflicted upon my person.

On Monday, we all got our quizzes back (except me. He forgot to give me mine and had it waiting in his office. I politely told him it was ok and I didn't need it back that badly). Everyone did poorly on it, and it was pointed it that it had been done over the wrong section. He even saw it in his notes that he'd quizzed us over the wrong thing. Did he even say 'oops' and try to make up for it? Nope. So most of us failed a quiz that was worth more points than the first two quizzes.

[Misanthropical]

As many of you know, my big guy is in a wheel chair right now. This fact is relevant to what happened at his school.

On Friday when he got home from school he told us that his wood shop teacher got mad at two boys who were in the hall and not getting into class fast enough for his liking. My son was just a bystander to all this and not one of the boys the teacher got mad at.

The teacher picked up a chair and threw it across the room nearly hitting my son with it he then tells the class that he can smack students if he wanted to do so. My big guy said "You can't do that!" The teacher then looked at my son and told him if he said another word or told anyone what happened the teacher would make sure he was kicked out of the class.

When the teacher wasn't looking, my son took a picture of the chair and where it had landed with his cell phone. The school tried to sweep it under the rug and told us they understood our concerns. We took the matter up the chain of command and are now going to be meeting with this teacher. I plan on ripping him a new a-hole.

[MergedLoki]

As many of you know, my big guy is in a wheel chair right now. This fact is relevant to what happened at his school.

On Friday when he got home from school he told us that his wood shop teacher got mad at two boys who were in the hall and not getting into class fast enough for his liking. My son was just a bystander to all this and not one of the boys the teacher got mad at.

The teacher picked up a chair and threw it across the room nearly hitting my son with it he then tells the class that he can smack students if he wanted to do so. My big guy said "You can't do that!" The teacher then looked at my son and told him if he said another word or told anyone what happened the teacher would make sure he was kicked out of the class.

When the teacher wasn't looking, my son took a picture of the chair and where it had landed with his cell phone. The school tried to sweep it under the rug and told us they understood our concerns. We took the matter up the chain of command and are now going to be meeting with this teacher. I plan on ripping him a new a-hole.

I'd make sure that 'teacher' is gone (you've said you went up the chain of command) but I mean he said he's "allowed" to hit students? yea ok kids can be little assholes doesn't mean you get to beat them with chairs for being late for class!

and he threatened your son (not with physical violence but 'keep quiet or else' is still a threat)