Reddit, who is/was your cruelest teacher at school and what did they do?

mechanate · 1 year

My grade seven English teacher told me in front of the class that I was a worthless retard that would never amount to anything (verbatim). What was worse is that the whole class laughed.

yay_monkeys · 1 year

Told an abreviated version of this in another thread, but here goes. I was a junior in high school and had a part in the musical. I was super happy because all my friends were in it too. Then my dad died unexpectedly. The choreographer told the cast and crew that anyone who went to my dad's funeral instead of going to rehersal would be kicked out of the show. Most of the cast came, as did the acting teacher. He couldn't kick anyone out because so many people had shown up. When I came back to rehersals, he gave me "an award for being such a trooper." I almost punched his teeth out.

NK26 · 1 year

Ms Miller would never allow you to goto the bathroom in her class. I once got lunch detention because I just up and left. My mother even had a fit about it. One kid a few weeks later asked to go she told him no a few times and he peed in her trash in front of the entire class. That guy is still a hero of mine.

Kil_Roy · 1 year

My web design teacher, Ms. Maybury.

The project was to do what the (poorly scanned) .pdf said. I quickly realized that everything the packet was telling me to do was either wrong, or irrelevant in modern web design (it was all untabled html...not bad...but painful to look at. let alone hear her tell students it's how all websites are made). I went off and made a similar looking website that was much more modernized. I spent probably 50 hours working on it total (it was the first serious website I ever made). I turned in my final project, aced the final exam, and failed with a 32%. She said that I knew nothing about html (and thus her idea of web design) because I used php. Now I make $800 a month working on websites in my time between classes and studying. She knows it, and she hates me for it.

blahsap · 1 year

Ms. Cortez in the 7th grade. When I had mentioned I had a boyfriend she laughed in my face and told me there was no way I could because of how I looked.

SNESChalmers · 1 year

My 7th grade Algebra teacher, Ms. Childs punished our class for six weeks because she was convinced that someone from our class stole her graphing calculator. She reasoned that since we were the only one of her classes that graphed functions, only someone from our class would want to steal it.

Every day she would announce that she was going to leave the room and whoever stole it could leave it on her desk with no questions asked. And every day when she would come back to an empty desk, she would get angry and assign double or triple the amount of homework we would normally get. If the book didn't have enough problems for that lesson, she would Xerox additional worksheets. Some students were staying up late every night trying to get all of their work done.

Then one day she announced to the class that she had recovered the calculator. It had fallen under the passenger seat of her car. She never even apologized to the class and just pretended like the whole thing never happened.

TL;DR - 7th grade Algebra teacher punished class for stealing her graphing calculator. It was in her car the whole time.

Crispie_Critters · 1 year

First grade, sister Mary Anne, I was the youngest kid in the class at 5 years-old. She hit me because I could not pronounce words starting with the letter R correctly.

nerdkam · 1 year

Miss Bryant in 4th grade.

She got pissed off at the class because her pens kept disappearing so one morning before the students got in she dumped the contents of everyone's desk onto the floor and took an item from each desk. I never got my mini stapler back. :(

She also told my parents that I needed a psychologist because I read high-school level books during recess instead of playing with the other kids. My mom responded with "If my daughter needs a psychologist at 9 years old the only reason is you, lady," then walked out of the parent-teacher meeting. My mom is awesome.

jcster · 1 year

Mrs. Paul, my 2nd grade teacher. She had a rule that you had to eat everything but one item on your lunch tray. One spring day, I took a bite of chili and bit into a live Yellowjacket (wasp) that had obviously flown into it. It bit me in the mouth. I spit it out on my tray and started crying. When Mrs. Paul came up to me to scold me for not finishing my lunch, I showed her the Yellowjacket. She told me I had to finish my food or I couldn't go to recess - she never even asked if I was ok.

thepizzlefry · 1 year

Mrs. Jacobs, my 5th grade teacher. I had always been somewhat of a good student/teacher's pet but she just hated everybody, she didn't seem to like kids at all.

She pushed one kid against a wall, locked one kid in a closet, made another kid pick up things off the floor with his mouth as punishment.

She was arrested for child abuse 3 months into the school year and I had to talk to the principal and guidance counselor about what I'd seen and give a statement to the police.

SidtheMagicLobster · 1 year

First grade: my friend is in class with the other kids, working on a coloring sheet. The teacher walks in. She picks up my friends coloring sheet, as well as another kids.

lifts up the other kids coloring page

"Class, THIS is how you color properly. Notice how (kids name) colors neatly inside the lines."

lifts up my friends coloring sheet

"Class, this is how you DON'T color in a picture. Look at how sloppily (my friends name) uses the crayons."

My friends breaks down and runs out of the classroom.

CabernetSauvignon · 1 year

I grew up in a family without a lot of disposable income. So the one Christmas in my life that I found actual, real toys under the Christmas Tree on Christmas Day was one of the happiest moments of my childhood. I brought my ninja turtle action figures to school and my friend and I were caught playing with them during class. Ms. Mcleod confiscated them, and told me that I'd get them back at the end of the school year.

I didn't mind the condescending little rants she'd have publicly about me (I was oblivious), nor did I mind the random and unjust detentions she'd give me every other day. But the poker face and "what toys?" she responded with when I asked for my toys back still is the most disappointing points in my life.

I was stuck with this bitch for two consecutive years, and I broke down when the second year finally finished. I still recall counting down the number of days left with her; she actually made me feel as though I was a naughty kid and that I was always in the wrong as well.

Ms. Mcleod, Had it not been for some truly positive and inspirational role models after you, I'd have turned out a pretty fucked up kid.

peanutsfan1995 · 1 year

Mrs. R.

Made 2 of my friends break down in the same class. Effectively told them that they were horrible students, said they should be in low level classes, and told them outright that they would never amount to anything. All because they accidentally left their note cards in the car (they car pool, and the mother had to get to a meeting.)
(She also does the drama club) Sunday night, we're about halfway through the show. Then, I'm walking out to go to the bathroom. I see Julianne out of the corner of my eye. She's throwing up into the trash can. She asks me to tell Mrs. R and everyone else. I walk into the theatre (backstage) and tell Mrs. R. She goes out to deal with it. We heard her telling her "Stop throwing up. You're on in 5 minutes." As I was telling the people she had scenes with, Mrs. R comes back in. She starts yelling at me for whispering the news to them, saying that I'm irresponsible for telling them. It turned out that Alaska was able to change the script a bit so that she could get most of the plot points across. Mrs. R later claimed credit for this, despite the fact that she did nothing but complain about "whiny actresses".
The day of a test, Jackie walked in. She was pretty upset. Me and two other friends go over and ask her what's wrong. Turns out, her dad got a new job and she had to move to the West Coast. Midway through the test, she starts tearing up and sobbing a little bit. Bridget walks over to comfort her, talk with her and such. Mrs. R shouts at both of them, accuses Bridget of cheating and gives Jackie a detention and a 0 for disrupting class.
Midterms were a rough time for me. The weekend before, I tried to slit my wrists and failed. Finally told my friend about it. She told the social worker and on the day of our literature midterm, I went to the hospital. Well, since I was freaking out, ready to jump out the window, and just downcast, I got a 37. Even after having my intake doctor call her, send her medical forms, and showing her the interview transcripts, she refused to let me retake the test.
Gave my friend a week of detention for something quite inane (untucked shirt). When we questioned it, she said "Well, I can't give her a detention for being a lousy dyke, so I guess a uniform violation will have to do."

Oh freshman literature. How I hated you. (I have more stories if people want them)

I have returned from dinner and will be answering your questions!

Snifit · 1 year

My 7th grade math teacher would squirt you with a water bottle if she was pissed at you, and I had about a dozen pens thrown at me. I also said "crap" in the classroom once after I spilled some juice, and was forced to stand outside, in the pouring, unforgiving Washington rain for just over an hour. I got pneumonia, and had to miss a week of school.

Naturally, she yelled at me for missing so much work.

sheeprevolution · 1 year

In preschool my teacher duck-taped me to my chair because I was drinking too much water from the water fountain. Another teacher pulled me off the ground by the back of my shirt in the first grade because I was crying in the corner.

Edit: I got them both fired.

digitalwasteland · 1 year

Middle School, Sharon Sandifer, 1994 First Baptist Christian School. Told me that because I draw/liked art - I would "never amount to anything in life." Deliberately targeted me and picked on me to incite a reaction for disciplinary actions regularly to make an example of me, and I cannot be more clear/honest about this, I was a model student as far as my behavior went. If anyone wants to set fire to her home, I wouldn't mind it.

kyungbene · 1 year

Mrs. Oneil, that bitch stole my holographic Alakazam card and I will never forget.

supertossed · 1 year

One of the teachers at the elementary school I went to got caught by those Perverted Justice people that were on Dateline To Catch a Predator. This is his chat log. Fortunately I lucked out and never had him as a teacher, although his classroom was right next door.

darktask · 1 year

When I was in the fifth grade, I was one of three monitors for a kindergarten class. Being a class monitor meant watching the class, making sure the kids played nice, washed their hands, etc.

For some reason, I crept between the rocking chair and the bookshelf. (I think it was because I dropped something important there.) Now this kindergarten class had two teachers, and one of them spotted my feet dangling out behind the chair. She pulled me from behind the chair, then pulled me up by the hair, and started screaming, "WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEHIND THE CHAIR? (turning to the other teacher) HE WAS HIDING BEHIND THE CHAIR!!!" This was done in front of 30 kindergartners who were just staring in shock. It was pretty traumatizing; still couldn't forget about it to this day. Forgot the bitch's name.

wombey2010 · 1 year

Well i had a teacher that liked to be a jerk to me for no reason. If i dropped anything I was immediateley told to pick it up and stop throwing stuff. One time she told me i will never amount to anything in my life and that i was a failure. I replied with "So are you"

beissemj · 1 year

Trigonometry, my junior year of high school. I was having trouble understanding how the unit circle related to sin/cos. She called me dumb and said I shouldn't pursue a career in math.

I went ahead and got my Undergraduate degree in Computer Engineering and currently work as an engineer for a fortune 100 company. Fuck you bitch.

KimJongChill · 1 year

My second grade teacher picked up my pencil box and slammed it across the room because I was too slow at writing in cursive, telling me to pick it and all its scattered contents up. Mrs. Markart was her name, but the Mrs. didn't really mean anything. It's just that she had been divorced so many times she was done with switching honorifics.

She was also my neighbor for a year or so. It was the height of summer and she had a dog in heat in her backyard. I went to stay with my grandparents for a month and when I came back my mom told me that my male basset hound had died from heatstroke after sitting by her fence for two days waiting for a piece of tail. Someone could have done something, but I blame her for leaving an attractive nuisance in her backyard.

crescentfresh · 1 year

Entire school staff. Highlights:

principal decided a bunch of us were in a room we were not suppose to be in. Resolution: punches each of us in the arm as we exit the room
threw up in class. Resolution: principals office, chug half a bottle of Pepto Bismol, back to class to clean up my mess in front of everyone
too scared to ask for a bathroom break: pissed in my pants, got strapped for not asking. (also, once saw another girl shit in her chair for the same reason)
one day Mrs Sheppard decided there were too many of us running during recess on the playground. Resolution: we all got open-palm strapped with a piece of wood. It broke off on my hand after 1 strap luckily.
My best friend accidentally cut my hand with a mis-directed rock during recess. Resolution: principal straps him with 12-inch leather in front of me as part of his punishment
Got whipped by 3 different teachers (and my dad) when each of them failed to communicate to the next person that they already whipped me. In my dad's defense when he found out 3 teachers had already whipped me he was pissed. Me, I had no idea 4 beatings in one day was suppose to be uncalled for
laughed at for correcting my 2nd grade teacher that the pronounciation is "waTer", not "waTHer"
forced to drink cod liver oil before morning class everyday for 2 years, until they became available in pill form
forced to join choir

SeymourLevov · 1 year

mr obrien

the first time you chewed gum in class you had to put it in a jar with other kids' gum from previous infractions

the second time you chewed gum in class you had to take a piece out of said jar and chew it

looking back, it was genius, i don't remember anyone having to actually do it.

ProfSeverusSnape · 1 year

The cruelest teachers for me we all of the ones who didn't care if you learned anything. The ones who prepped you for the exams, only caring that the grades were good enough to receive more government money. Now two teachers I had, a husband a wife, were known in the school as the meanest, but to me they were the greatest teachers I had in high school. They worked you hard and expected great things from every single student, and worked hard to make that happen. Thanks Mr. and Mrs. P

doomflower · 1 year

Mr. Rutter, my HS drama teacher. I gave him a Christmas card -- not a religious one, just a 'Happy Holidays' one -- then he looked at me, smiled, thanked me -- and while still looking at me, tossed it straight into the trash.

jbeanpug · 1 year

When I was in the fifth grade, my class got in trouble for not picking up after ourselves during lunch. The janitor Jerry left all of the trash from the previous class on the table to teach us a lesson. He informed us that we would be cleaning it up or we would have to eat in filth.

My whole class boycotted it besides myself and another girl. We began to clean the garbage up despite our peers' protests. Mrs. Taylor (a teacher who was known for having a mean streak) then came in. She saw me standing on a chair in order to get some trash from the table.

She rushed over, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the front of the cafeteria. Then she yelled at me in front of three classes for standing on a table. It was humiliating because I started crying. She didn't even ask why I was standing on the table or yell at the disobedient kids for being jerks to the janitor.

MockDeath · 1 year

In the fourth grade I had a teacher who told me that I would never amount to anything due to how terrible I am with English, and that I should stick to a field that doesn't involve any writing. Same teacher also had us pick words out of a dictionary and once a week write up 20 words that were new to us and their definition. I remember having picked malleable and getting chewed out for picking such a dumb word with no use..

Seriously made me not try to do anything in regards to English for years.

addicted2soysauce · 1 year

I was diagnosed with ADHD in 7th grade. Once my teachers and parents knew what was causing the slip in my grades they tried a variety of treatment and medication. It took some time to adjust.

However, my 7th grade science teacher took a different approach. We had to file into a line at the beginning of class and take our work up to his desk at the front of the room for grading. The first couple of times I failed to turn homework in he publicly humiliated me and made smart ass comments for the class to hear and laugh at. The next couple of times I didn't turn it in he just kept quiet. I then started turning it in on a regular basis but each time he publicly humiliated me for turning it in. I don't mean just a couple of times, I mean the entire remaining half of the school year and all 5 days of the week. There was always at least a loud joke and the class would laugh because I completed my assignment.

Really now, what kind of dickhead chastises a young child with a learning disability for trying to learn and improve his grades?

TLDR: My 7th grade science teacher humiliated me in front of the class every day for turning in my homework.

Jrix · 1 year

Third grade was when I became an atheist.

Somehow the subject was brought up in class and I said I didn't believe in god. She made me stand outside much of the day.

And this was a public school. I was too young so I had no idea that what she was doing was wrong or anything.

Ironically, my parents blamed my atheism on my teacher, sigh.

dadRabbit · 1 year

My 7th grade math teacher, told me I wouldn't amount to anything in front of the class. I stood up and called her a bitch, left the class and walked straight to the detention hall, best week of detention ever. After that she never looked me in the eyes or said a single word to me. Felt good.

ManUnitdFan · 1 year

Mr. Harrison, 10th grade. We would read a novel over the course of a week, with no instruction from the teacher as to what we should be looking for. On the day we were supposed to have finished the book, we were given a 5-question quiz on random trivia from the novel, which I frequently didn't remember because I didn't think it was important. Like, for instance, what was the color of Holden's brother's hair in "Catcher in the Rye?"

The best part of a 5-question quiz is if, like me, you couldn't remember the answer to two of the questions, congratulations. You just got a 60% and a D-, despite having read the book. It struck me as being completely ridiculous and unfair, and I hated him for it.

destroyman1337 · 1 year

Ms. de Armendi in 6th and 8th grade. She was my social studies teacher and a really loud Cuban lady. She would start off the class with a soft voice, then 5 minutes in would yell whatever she needed to say for no reason. Its not like oh I am projecting my voice yelling, its STOP PISSING ME OFF YOU STUPID MIDDLE SCHOOL KIDS kind of yelling. Ask her a question and her response was to belittle the person while yelling in their ear.

I didnt even remember learning anything in that class, all I remember was assigned seats and getting yelled at.

She also called my mom at work, on her cell phone, at home, and at my emergency contact number just to say that I got a B on an assignment...

She was also racist against black people and believed Cubans were the greatest people ever. I did one of the most crappiest project in all of the class, but since I did it on Cuba I got an A. My cousin had her and I told him to do that project and he got an A too...

Sticks45andStones · 1 year

I went to a private school for 3rd grade. The teacher was an old cunt. I wasn't allowed to wear glasses during gym or recess (despite my eyesight, even then, being incredibly poor) so I had poor coordination during those times (since I couldn't see). She thought I was retarded. Even though I was reading at a 10th grade level at that point she put me in a remedial phonics class for special ed students. She had a rule where all math problems had to be done on graphing paper and each problem had to be exactly 7 squares down from the end of the last problem, and each successive line had to be 3 squares indented and 2 squares down from from the previous line. If even one was the incorrect number of squares she would give it a 0. When we would read plays she would assign me girl parts and then a few minutes later fake a surprised look and go "Oh, you're a boy. Never mind you won't be reading." If my parents forgot or couldn't pay for the school lunches she would pin a note to my shirt and make me wear it for the entire day (as if it were my fault my parents were incompetent).

Fortunately she is now dead and hopefully rotting in hell.

nicolaib211v · 1 year

Mrs. Nachtigal, my 4th grade substitute...

I don't even remember what I was asked, just that I didn't know. So I said...

'I don't know'
'Well maybe you would know if you weren't so stupid.'
The class gasped.
'What?! He's stupid! Everybody knows it!'

I work with NASA now... fucking bitch. She can rot.

balchynz · 1 year

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6995 · 1 year

Ms. Murray. 5th grade. She threw chalk at me. S'all good though, I used to go up to the school on voting days (it was the local polling place, and a few blocks from my house) and rape her candy jar.

DrTetromino · 1 year

The elementary school's music teacher, Ms. Brown. While in her class in fourth grade, a kid behind me kept kicking the back of my chair. This went on for days and days, despite me telling him to stop. Eventually, he told me to "Shut up, you gay bastard." That was the last straw. I immediately raised my hand to tell her what happened.

"Ms. Brown! He just called me a-"

"Don't tattletale. Be quiet."

I just about cried, and I told my regular teacher about after I got out of her class. She took care of punishing the kid, but I don't think anything ever happened to Ms. Brown. Though one day the next year, I embarrassed her in front of of the principal during an evaluation and she bitched at me the next day in front of the class. But it was so worth it.

brentlewiis · 1 year

sister mary therese. she cheated me out of a slot in the interdiocesan spelling bee because i corrected her when she said it was impossible for a volcano to have snow on it.

abbeycrombie · 1 year

When I was five years old, I moved to a new school district and my mom sent me to a summer camp to make friends. I was painfully shy though, so I used to talk to the teacher every day. She apparently found it annoying and said 'Do you ever shut up?'

BadBromance · 1 year

It's a tie for me.

I had a spanish teacher in the 10th grade that told me I was going to go to hell when I came out of the closet. She was a staunch catholic and nothing I said got her in any sort of trouble.

Then I had a racist economics teacher in the 12th grade that belittled my Hispanic heritage underhandedly multiple times. When I decided to just drop her class and stop taking her bullshit was when, after having complained to the Principal to no avail, (Backstory, I went to an all-black school. I was one of 5 non-black kids in the entire school, no lie) during black history month we where doing a verbal pop quiz on civil rights leaders. Out of the 20 kids in my class I was the only one to get the answer right. She was furious and slammed her guidebook down and yelled "Oh he's going to tell us about black history?! The Mexican is going to tell me about black history?!"

I became livid and just packed my shit up and walked out. Failed that class and had to take it again next semester, but worth it for standing up for myself I think. edit for sloppiness

HideousInfant · 1 year

I'm a bit late to this thread, but what the heck, why not?

8th Grade Honors English. We'll call the teacher Mrs. Choksondik, since I miss old episodes of South Park. She was this single woman in her late forties who never had married, and to my knowledge, wasn't in a relationship. She lived with a few dogs, and wouldn't shut up about them. Ms. Choksondik was an avid smoker. We would often hear some bit of gossip about her locking her classroom's doors for a cigarette break during lunch periods. Her breath reeked of cigarettes, and so did all the papers she handed back.

She was a total bitch to the students in her class who weren't amongst her favorites.

I had forgotten about one assignment, and she asked me to turn in the sheet anyway. I got it back with a note explaining the assignment. She ended it with "Sorry you chose not to participate. Hope you have no aspirations to participate in 9th grade honors English - at this rate, you won't come close to qualifying, Tho not due to talent."

Now what Ms. Choksondik didn't seem to acknowledge was the fact that I was an A student in her honors english class, and because I scored in some high percentile on some national middle school level test that didn't matter, l was landed in her study hall which she referred to as "GEO" -- "General Enrichment Options"

Let's talk about GEO.

I was in GEO from 6th to 8th grade. At the start of the year, she'd invite all 15 or so kids who had qualified to have a chat about the plans for the year - including a chess club, mock trial, debate, etc. She handed these out as papers, asking us to check the boxes that interested us and hand the papers in. None of these plans ever went into effect during each of the three years that I was in middle school. Instead, GEO was a study hall where us "nerds" sat and played linerider and simcity3000 while the more "popular" ones (in terms of middle school politics) sat and gossiped. A few kids played chess, which was the closest thing we had to this whole "chess club" deal -- and she had nothing to do with a few casual games of chess. I always felt that it was unfair to the rest of the honors kids who sat around in study halls where any talking whatsoever received scolding or detentions.

Anyway, let's explain my biggest quarrel with this teacher.

After reading Poe's The Telltale Heart, she gave us an opportunity to write a "Dark Tale," as the handout labelled the assignment. She read a few pissweak examples, which were mostly middle-school ghost stories. I didn't want to write about some haunted house, or some ghost. I wanted to write something dark.

My story was about a homeless man who regularly begged on the sidewalk outside of a bank. He was met with little sympathy, and often little change. His only companion in life was a little dachshund. Over the span of a few days during which he receives very little money, he notices that many people notice his dog, stop to pet him, and move along. In an act of desperation, the homeless man cuts a small gash in his dog's leg so that it can hobble around and attract sympathy. The story ended with him buying some food from a street vendor, eating half of the meal and putting the other half in front of his dog, who only whimpered and did not eat.

When I received the paper, which reeked heavily of cigarettes, I saw that Ms. Choksondik had written "See me after class."

She told me that my story was "concerning," and "sick." She went as far as comparing my writing to that of Jeffrey Dahmer; one of the school's few notable graduates.

Of course, I should have known better than to turn in this sort of "dark" story to someone whose only companions in life are a few dogs, but I didn't think she would overreact to this degree. She entirely missed the message of the story -- that people are more easily attracted to a cute little dog than to a man who is truly in need of some attention and help.

TL;DR: my 8th grade english teacher thought I was crazy after writing a barely edgy story.

Kudos if you read this.

atomicthumbs · 1 year

Jim. Sixth grade math teacher. Replacement for a substitute, after normal teacher had a stroke.

I asked if I could type the word problem assignment we were supposed to do on the computer, since I had sprained my wrist and had it in a brace. I could hardly hold a pencil, and it hurt to try to write.

He said I had to have a doctor's note. That bastard hated me.

LoudMatt · 1 year

Toss up:

Mrs. Szenda (as in "The Prisoner of 'S'zenda") in the 4th grade. What an absolute horror this worthless wretch of a woman was. She would regularly smack me (often in the face), pull my hair and insult me (and others) in class, in front of others, relentlessly and with great glee. This was in public school the 80s, not the 40s, and in the Northeast USA, not a small village in Kazakhstan.

Mr. Knapik in 5th grade. Would regularly turn my desk out on to the floor because it didn't meet his standards, so I had to sit there on my hands and knees stuffing things back into my desk. As I cleaned, I was continuously insulted by him. Good times.

Wolfiepoo · 1 year

Niels.

I was the cutest, little innocent 2nd grade girl, and we had this theme week where we were split in groups across our regular classes. (In Denmark we are typically in a permanent class of 24 classmates.) In this theme week I was first put in some random group, but since a lot of the other teachers adored me quite a lot, they actually put me in a group with some of my friends without me even having to ask!

I was very happy, and had a great monday - until lunch. This orange raisin-man teacher (you know, the type where it looks like they're made of thin, orange plastic over clay or something) called Niels, came up to me at lunch in the cafeteria while I was happily chattering away with my fellow girlies, and he just stands there, towering above me. (Actually, he was quite a short man, but I was a tiny little girl, so I guess that's besides the point...)

Anyways, he stands right next to my chair, looking down at me, and just slams his hands onto the table as his face suddenly turns from orange to a deep red. He starts talking to me in the meanest voice he could possibly manage, and tells me that I should've been with my team to swim-class today, how EXTREMELY BAD this behavior was, how he would contact my parents - and then he called me a spade. Yes, like a shovel. That's a pretty mean insult in my country, at least from a teacher to a student. I cried my eyes out, and he just left for the teachers office. He didn't even apologize when he found out that I had been put in another team and the whole deal was a misunderstanding - one of the female teachers who liked me came over and had to apologize for him.

That, and when we actually had swimming lessons with him, he changed right in front of us. That was a sight no innocent 2nd grade girls should have seen. Ever.

ProtossObserver · 1 year

Second grade. It was Christmas swap and we were picking numbers to see who would go first. I got the last number in our whole class, and the teacher said something like "dumb kids finish last". She picked on me pretty much my whole grade 2 year, but that really stood out.

palanhoop · 1 year

Not really a teacher, but a guidance counselor in high school. She never liked my brother, who graduated right before I came into the school. Proceeded to tell me on the first day that I was too stupid to go into a Cicso program that my school had, and put me into microsoft word specialist. Told me throughout the year that I would never graduate and told my friends that if they "hung out with shit they would smell like shit", referring to me.

I switched guidance counselors in my sophmore year while threatening to get her fired, switched into a graphic arts program, got basically the entire staff on my side, and graduated with honors and numerous awards. Stupid bitch still made me miss Cisco though.

sirbruce · 1 year

Mrs. Halmich, 1st grade. We had a math test where one of the problems was 0 - 2 = _. I put down -2 (instead of 0), even though we hadn't been taught negative numbers yet. She marked it wrong. When I confronted her about it she said there was no such thing as negative numbers.

Bitch.

serial_killer · 1 year

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jbass357 · 1 year

i have two, but both are related.

my HS Advanced Placement Art Teacher. i had been taking college level art studies since my sophomore year in HS. the other teachers in the art department loved me to death. this one teacher hated me. when it came to hand out scholarships (she had won some "teacher of the year" award and got the last say on this scholarship to a NY Art school) she gave it to another girl in the class. the other teachers were furious.

you wanna know what that girl did with the massive scholarship? 4yrs after i graduated HS i was buying some beers. guess who has 3 kids and bagged my beers? this girl looks up at me and says "didn't we have a class together? yeah, we had Art class. i went to school, got pregnant, and dropped out. now i'm back in town living with my folks. you?"

i almost made three orphans that evening.

my HS counselor. i didn't know my art school college options after the previous denied me. so i had to talk with him to get some guidance. right off, the guy asks me "are you still going to pursue art studies?" "of course, Mrs. so-n-so digs my stuff and i have a great looking portfolio..." he cuts me off and says " greeeaat, an other art school loser." he then makes some calls and sets up an interview/tour of the local community college. i was furious. that set me on a path of terrible circumstances in and out of colleges. now, i'm 28 and in an art school i enjoy. i'm also about to finally get my bachelors degree.

those two teachers ruined so many of my first right out of HS.

all that remains is.... revenge. revenge. that's all i want.

then pie.

supernewf · 1 year

My grade three teacher. She made the kid with leukemia take his baseball cap off in class, even though he begged her to let him keep it on because he was embarrassed that his hair had fallen out. He died a few years later. No idea what happened to the miserable old bitch.

[deleted] · 1 year

I had a teacher who would turn all of us into apples if we misbehaved during class. Luckily, we were able to able to turn her into an apple, and then the janitor ate her.

cecikierk · 1 year

My ESL teacher during my sophomore year in high school said that she prefer Korean students over other nationalities.

Also she knew I couldn't see the board, so she put me in the very last row at the corner, next to a noisy fan.

Yiehtk · 1 year

I never had a teacher that was mean to me. A few were not very interested, sure, but not mean to me personally.

There was, however, this PE teacher in 8th grade who was a complete jerk to the class as a whole and never showed any respect to his classes. One time a student ran into a basketball pole during laps and punctured his ribs on the volleyball ring. He fell to the ground in complete agony. The teacher thought he was joking and told him to get up, yelling at everyone because we stopped our laps and were panicking because our classmate was in pain on the ground!

Eventually the teacher, after about two or three minutes, realized that the kid was not joking. You think he would have realized that from the pain he was in. Our class never forgave that teacher.

their · 1 year

If you ever said um or er in one of my teachers classes it would be an immediate after school detention (hour).

You would get one detention for ever time you said it.

Not really cruel, but it certainly did improve our ability of stringing together a sentence and thinking of what to say beforehand.

autumnus · 1 year

My high school guidance counselor told me I'm not as strong as I think I am. Then she stared at me triumphantly. I was too dumbstruck that that came out of her mouth to think of a retort.

spiffinggoodlarf · 1 year

My High School PE teacher called me fat.

joe-king · 1 year

My Kindergarten teacher told me to get a haircut or she would put curlers in my hair and make me wear a dress. I kept this communication between us a secret for for a while, I don't know why. I was very distressed and did not want to go back to school, my mom finally got it out of me, she confronted the teacher,she denied it and called me a liar, the principle backed her up.

TL;DR Learned at 5 years old that he most powerful being in the known universe is a mean spirited liar and authority figures are not necessarily worthy of respect.

Edit: punctuation

Mathochistic · 1 year

Mrs. Morgan - 9th grade drama

She made me sing in front of the whole class while I had strep throat, then felt free to let everyone mock me for the rest of the day. Eventually she threw me out of class for doing a monologue about sex.

Fuck you, Mrs. Morgan, fuck you to hell.

TheMarshma · 1 year

Mrs. Stepleton, I had really bad asthma as a kid, asthma attacks once or twice a month with me waking up unable to breathe, "suffocating slamming on my parents door for help" kind of asthma. But I never missed school because of it. Well I would breathe hard after asthma attacks and my teacher teased me for it, she would point out to the class how I sounded like Darth Vadar and breathed like a horse. More than once she did this, and I was only in third grade...

punctual · 1 year

Oh, man. My 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Christenbury, known to students as "Mrs. Poisonberry," was super cruel. Not only did she spank me in front of the class, but also she decided my BFF Julie and I were "too close as friends" and we were not allowed to talk to each other ever again (I am a girl). It was horrible. I will NEVER FORGET.

bernardolv · 1 year

Not really cruel, just a funny teacher story.

There's a teacher at my college known for being hard on the grading. So anyways, the second day of school he is taking assitance and notices that there's less people in the classroom. (people usually drop out of courses after the first they depending on the teacher's attitude, and he tends to scare them off)

So anyways someone says, "They dropped out of the class" to which i jokingly tell him "You scared them professor". At this point he turns towards this emo guy in my class (full emo hair, think tokyo hotel guy, black polished nails). He just points at him and says, "Sir, I think YOU scared them off".

tylermbell · 1 year

ms. burda

a science teacher who was as old as time. she saw it as natural for no one to speak or laugh, she reminded me of movie teachers. she didn't know too much about the subject matter i believe, and tormented us with passive aggressive rules

specialk16 · 1 year

Math teacher from high school. He was hilarious though. I remember this time when I couldn't get this problem right, so in the end I left a half-made solution, and solved the problem with a calculator and put it there hoping he wouldn't notice. Of course he noticed. He asked me how the fuck did I reach that solution from my (terribly made) development.

me: Eh well, I used a calculator. him: (in a thick cuban accent, in spanish): Hey, listen, you wouldn't reach this solution even with a Pentium 1000.

Catona · 1 year

In high school I had a psychotic science teacher who lived out of her car and had a lesbian relationship with one of the security guards at the school. There was one part of the dress code for our school that i personally felt to be far too devoid of logic or purpose to adhere by. This was the fact that you were allowed to wear tank tops, but the straps on the tank tops had to be one inch thick or more. There were no regulations in regards to how low they could ride on one's chest, nor any written restrictions on how high they could ride on the bottom to expose one's midriff. So apparently you could have your tits half hanging out and flopping about, with your whole midriff showing and this was fine, but if you exposed a certain few millimeters of random area on the top of your shoulders you were tipping the charts for indecency and breaking the dress code. I would have none of it. And i encountered no problems what so ever from anyone at the school for my dress other than from that crazy ass science teacher.
When she did not have a class going on during a period, she would just walk aimlessly around the school and look for people who were doing something that she considered out of line and send them to the principals office for whatever it was. She would purposely seek me out during the day by coming into the cafeteria during the time that i was scheduled for lunch and send me to the principals office so i didn't have any time to eat. I would be forced to sit there my entire lunch period waiting to be spoken with, only for them to not do anything as it really wasn't a reasonable issue.

On another note, she also told our class that whoever could memorize the periodic table of elements in the first few weeks would get an A in class for the first quarter. we had a pretty smart class, and when half the class had it memorized she then refused to hold up her part of the deal. when all those who worked hard to have it memorized got angry about the situation, she then straight out told them she would fail them out of her class if they didn't stop talking about it right away.

jforeman1988 · 1 year

I would like to rap on a teacher I hated but quite frankly I don't have the right, there is every chance I am being discussed on a thread titled. "Who is/was your cruelest pupil at school and what did they do?"

I have the answer but I won't tell you because I don't want to glorify it, the irony is that I am now a high school Maths teacher. DW I am pretty nice though and if a pupil crosses the line I have to pretend to be angry even though I am thinking "Wow, this kid is pulling the same shit I did at school but better, I am impressed!"

asharm · 1 year

A teacher of mine told me this story about one of his teachers. This teacher really hated him (my teacher) and used to belittle him all the time, telling him things like "You are stupid.", "You'll never be good at math", "There is no way you're going to graduate". Later he mailed copies of his AP Test scores (all 5's) to the same teacher.

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