A wedding is quite often a celebration of the lives you and your spouse will embark on following the ceremony. But what happens when the bride-to-be turns out to be a nightmare and a half? What does that say about life after the wedding?
After Redditor MotherofHedgehogs asked the online community, "Guys who married Bridezillas––what happened after the wedding?" men (and some women) shared their stories. And all we can say to some of these is... Ouch. We're glad they got away.
"During the honeymoon..."
First wife was a Bridezilla. During the honeymoon, she realized she was married and the wedding day was history. She wanted the big wedding, which she had, not the marriage. The next two years were hell until she finally tapped out. I was young and stupid and the thought of divorce never crossed my mind.
I don't know why it didn't. I guess I just assumed I'd be miserable the rest of my life. When she told me she was leaving it felt as if the weight of the world was off of my shoulders. On a happy note, her parents were still paying off the wedding when we divorced. That's what happens when you allow your daughter everything she wanted....including 2 wedding dresses.
"Got into a huge fight..."
Got into a huge fight about broccoli on the honeymoon, all my fault of course. I knew then it was a mistake, toughed it out for two more years of abuse before I left. So glad I did.
"A friend of my father..."
A bit of a change up- not a Bridezilla, but a Groomzilla. A friend of my father was remarrying, it was both his and the bride's second time around, both in their early forties, and an arranged marriage (think Indian orthodox Muslim stuff). The guy was an utter groomzilla. He demanded that every event be at top-notch hotels with obscenely expensive catering and hired string quartets and what not for the entertainment. Mostly paid out of the bride's family's pocket, I might add.
The parties on the nights leading up to the main wedding event were opportunity enough for him to make a rather public @ss of himself, talking at the top of his voice and showboating the entire time. But the kicker came the next day when the bride was missing from her own wedding's reception. Obviously, it was very odd and conspicuous, and the few relatives from her side made some noncommittal excuses about her not feeling well, etc.
Turns out, this guy had divorced the poor woman right after he'd had his wedding night fun. He said that he 'didn't like her enough' (and that's an almost literal quote). So he gave her the triple divorce thing, and that was it. The marriage was officially over before the festivities even ended.
"She was a bridezilla..."
My buddy married a bridezilla. She was a bridezilla long before the wedding, and they had dated for about 7 years. I have no idea how they are doing. I just kind of stopped talking to him a few years after she claimed I ruined his birthday by remaining sober. I had driven 5 hours to be at his birthday.
"They married after a year..."
My cousin was married to one. He comes from a very not wealthy area, and has become successful himself after moving out of his hometown. His wife was extremely wealthy, even could say excessively. They married after a year of knowing each other, and boy was it a surprise to hear about the wedding plans. They spent +250K on the wedding, including catering by 5-7 different restaurants. Their food was from different cultures and cooked in front of you (think almost hibachi buffet style).
They even had servers in tailed suits and white gloves serving taco bell after midnight once everyone was drunk. Once they got married, she was spending more money than he could make. She was getting mad because he wasn't making enough, while she wasn't working and they hadn't had kids. They got divorced, and she gave him the ultimatum of getting his ring back or keeping the dog. He kept the dog. Her sister, a lawyer, helped her file a restraining order on him and they haven't spoken since. Man did he dodge a bullet.
"We had a budget for the wedding..."
She left me three months later. After the wedding and vacation was over I told her we need to pay the debt we just accumulated. She said she didn't have much on her credit card and could pay it off in a couple of months if I picked up some of her bills. I agreed and three months later she had her credit card paid off she told me she wanted a divorce.
We had a budget for the wedding and should have had no debt at the end but in the last few weeks before the wedding she suddenly had to spend a ton of money on wedding stuff I had never even heard of before. And when I say she spent a ton of money it came out of my pocket.
"We got married..."
According to my MiL I'm the bridezilla. We had a max limit of 36 people including ourselves and my son. My Mil gave me a guest list which included - you guessed it! - 36 names. She assured me that not everyone would come, but that they would be verrry ($) appreciative of the invite. I felt gross by that and left the decision up to my husband since it was his family. Needless to say, they all got invites. I had asked for RSVPs to be given a few months before the wedding. Since the MiL had used up all of the guest list I had greatly reduced my side of the guest list to 4 people, with some on hold until I knew the exact numbers.
I finally lost it 2 weeks before the wedding when I still didn't have RSVPs.
She said she would work on it and get back to me. A week before the wedding she said one family also needs to bring 9 other people because they were going on a family trip and our town was on the way so they would all be here anyway. I flat out said no and called her out on the BS. I cut off the guest list, said that I was inviting the rest of my guest list and that whoever hadn't RSVP'd didn't get a chair or plate. Right up to the day of the wedding they were making changes.
We got married at a Chinese buffet so that it would be the simplest planning and everyone would have something that they liked to eat. My dress was $40 off Amazon. My flowers were $20 from Costco. We had a Dairy Queen ice cream cake for the wedding cake.
Yet she still makes it out that I was the bridezilla.
Married a groomzilla. We are talking costume changes between wedding and reception, yelling at the wedding planner, drag-out-all-night fights about whether we can add fruit kabobs so people would maybe get enough to eat, all that.
There was zero compromise; he made a lot of promises for things I had been wanting after the wedding and they never materialized, like a beach vacation and such.
Turns out, no compromise at the wedding meant no compromise anywhere else, so I left him after four years of marriage.
Best decision ever!!!
"He is a lovely..."
I married a bridezilla. He is a lovely sweet thoughtful man but boy did he lose it surrounding the wedding. I could have been married with about three special people there. He needed 200+. As far as I was concerned we could eat off paper plates and napkins and have a big bonfire to burn them afterward. He needed personalized moist towelettes. You get the point. He is a lovely person and I love him dearly but I will never marry him again.
"She yelled at my mother..."
My brother married a bridezilla. She yelled at my mother the day of for asking her where she wanted certain decorations at the reception site (there wasn't a written plan so my mom had nothing to go off of). Never thanked my parents for financially contributing to the wedding. Accused a bridesmaid of trying to upstage her by getting a spray tan before the wedding. My brother wanted me to be in the wedding party but she told him to his face that I was too pretty to be in the wedding party and all of her bridesmaids had to be less attractive than her.
Stole my SIL jacket in the middle of the reception-literally took it off her back- because one of the bridesmaids was cold (it was a night reception in the spring, the girl should've brought a jacket). The list goes on. Well they got divorced about a year later because apparently her demanding attitude carried over into the marriage. Needless to say, the rest of my family had a little party when we heard about the divorce.
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Unfortunately, it's no secret that people are becoming the victims of human trafficking all around us.
Every country, city, town, and region can be the site of abduction, where a vulnerable person is groomed to be free labor or the victim of predatory sex
Missing Things<p>"I had a loved one pulled into the sex trafficking industry as an adult. So, I can offer a couple pointers for spotting adults who are being sold as sex workers."</p><ol><li>"Missing shoes. It's hard to run away in a city barefoot. Blisters are a dead giveaway."</li><li>"Not carrying a cell phone, identification, or the purse or wallet to put it in. Their pimp likes to hold these hostage to prohibit contact with the outside world and to make it difficult to purchase long distance transportation."</li></ol><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lreopg/people_who_help_fight_human_trafficking_what_are/gomxb1t?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">LoneQuietus81</a></p>
Trust Yourself<p>"I worked as front desk for a hotel, had a couple of experiences with this."</p><p>"Look for groups of 2-3 where one person does all of the talking, specifically when the other(s) look scared, are overly covered, cringe when the talker is speaking, or look under the influence of something."</p><p>"Ensure you get ID from all parties when you suspect something is going on, note down their room number and names given, trust your gut, what we call a 'gut feeling' is a combination of millions of tiny factors you might not knowingly be aware of, tiny details like hitched breathing, microexpressions, specific lying tells, environmental factors, etc."</p><p>"These all add up and let your subconscious mind make connections that your general mind might not. Trust that feeling if you suspect something is wrong, and contact the police to inform them of a suspected human trafficking issue."</p><p>"Both times my gut told me to call it in I ended up regrettably being correct."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lreopg/people_who_help_fight_human_trafficking_what_are/gommblj?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">tsavong117</a></p>
Memorized Lines<p>"Where I live, human trafficking is a big problem and there was a huge bust at a hotel not too long ago."</p><p>"Usually hotels, motels, and airlines are trained to look out for signs of trafficking. Red flags include those who are very scared or nervous around specific people or talk like their following a script."</p><p>"Those who are targeted usually come from broken homes or poor countries with the promise of a better life or how all of their problems can be solved by doing X. It can also include being showered with expensive or luxury gifts as a start of the luring in process."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lreopg/people_who_help_fight_human_trafficking_what_are/gom77wi?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Kevin-W</a></p>
Prevention<p>"Here in Spain we get a lot of women from eastern Europe and sub saharan Africa, some pay for their trip to europe this way, some are blackmailed and some are lured offers of jobs like cleaning, or low level administrative jobs (secretaries, paper pushing) and end up on in a roadside brothel."</p><p>"If you´re a young woman in a poor area of eastern europe and you get a offer for a easy job in germany, france, spain or the netherlands. be VERY suspicious."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lreopg/people_who_help_fight_human_trafficking_what_are/golqok8?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Aevum1</a></p>
Litmus Test<p>"My sociology professor told us if we ever see a child at a motel/hotel , make sure to say hi to them , and you can pretty well judge by their reaction if they're safe or not"</p><p>"also it's a bit harder to do as a man"</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lreopg/people_who_help_fight_human_trafficking_what_are/gom5b4a?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Ok_Act_1214</a></p>
The Thine Line Between Slavery and Labor<p>"Most of human trafficking is not the movie kind. It's more the kind where an ethnic restaurant brings over a cook from their home country and they have to work unreasonable hours to pay back for the trip."</p><p>"Or maybe it's a maid or a construction worker who works below minimum wage and can't have their passport back."</p><p>"So look for people who work long hours at sub-legal wages."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lreopg/people_who_help_fight_human_trafficking_what_are/golbrvq?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Pontus_Pilates</a></p>
Nifty, and Significant<p>"There's an app you can download called TraffickCam."</p><p>"Any time you stay at a hotel, upload photos of your room. Those photos are incorporated into an artificial intelligence algorithm that helps identify locations of trafficking victims via background details."</p><p><span></span>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lreopg/people_who_help_fight_human_trafficking_what_are/gomc6g8?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">m31td0wn</a></p>
The rule of thumb when eating fast food is very simple: put on the blinders, enjoy the meal, and try not to do it too often.
But what if you work in the kitchen?
In that case, there's simply no escaping a complete understanding of the several horrors that each assembled burger or french fry encounters on its way to that front counter.
UFOs!<p>"I've been a chef for an embarrassingly long amount of time and have worn many different hats within that realm. At one point I'd go to to other restaurants owned by the same owners and help them get ready for inspections."</p><p>"I've seen some scary sh**, but the most common and the one you get pegged for by the inspectors is mold in the ice machine. One was really bad and glad nobody got sick."</p><p>"Another place had two UFOs in the walk in. Unidentifiable Food Objects. You know how long something has to be in the fridge for nobody to be able to recognize what it was?"</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/gotprso?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Aragorn_71</a></p>
Microbes on the Move<p>"I'm the only one who washes my hands after handling raw hamburgers" -- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/gou17tq?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">piku-piku</a></p><p style="margin-left: 20px;">"I think the most disturbing thing about this is the amount of dudes that don't wash their hands after pi**ing."</p>
Out of Sight, Out of Mind<p>"I worked at a local sub shop in high school. They had this mushroom/steak sub that was really popular. At the end of the shift they would cover and refrigerate the mushroom sauce."</p><p>"I never once seen the pan washed."</p><p>"They just added sauce to it when it was low, heated it and served it, then refrigerate at the end of the shift again. I would think between the never-ending heating/refrigerating and nasty pan they were breaking some codes."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/gots9k7?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">1980pzx</a></p>
Good As Any Other<p>"I worked at a dishdog at a local small chain restaurant. One day the chef needed a ladle STAT but we just couldn't find any."</p><p>"Chef looks under his workbench and sees a ladle lying in the grease covered nasty floor. He announces '5 month rule!' and just chucks it in the soup."</p><p>"I laughed for a goddamn week"</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/gotyblz?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">MutantTailThing</a></p>
The Bacon Exception<p>"Subway used to have a double meat option a couple years ago (it's 50% more meat now) that was $2 extra. Adding bacon to your order was $1."</p><p>"Well, a lot of subways were scamming customers out of that extra dollar If they ever got bacon added to their order."</p><p>"Instead of charging you for your sub + bacon, they would charge you as a BLT + your meat so that they could charge you that extra dollar."</p><p>"So if you ordered a tuna sub with bacon, instead of being Tuna Sub($5) + Bacon($1) it would be a BLT($5) + Tuna($2)."</p><p>"My manager would do this every. Single. Time. Someone ordered bacon. He threw a huge fit when subway altered their prices because of this scam."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/gott37g?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">EpicBlueDrop</a></p>
Structurally Unsound<p>"I managed a sandwich shop in college."</p><p>"If you think you can pay teenagers minimum wage and expect them to accurately keep the dates of things that expire, wash everything properly, and generally give a fu** about anything related to food safety you are sorely mistaken."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/gotof14?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">datacollect_ct</a></p>
A Daily "Everything Must Go" Sale<p>"Don't eat movie theater popcorn before 5pm..."</p><p>"DO NOT EAT THE POPCORN BEFORE 5PM!"</p><p>"If you do, you are most likely to be eating popcorn popped yesterday, collected into containers (my theater used plastic garbage bags), and thrown <em>back</em> into the popper under the heat lamps the next morning. And no new popcorn gets 'popped' until the old stuff is gone..."</p><p>"Thus, if you buy popcorn <em>after</em> 5pm you are more likely to be eating <em>fresh</em> stuff instead of the old stuff."</p><p>"On an unrelated note, popcorn butter is not butter; nobody knows what it is. All I do know is when we paid a guy $20 bucks to drink a glass of it he went into renal failure and almost lost a kidney."</p><p><span></span>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/gouf6h4?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">DIES-_-IRAE</a></p>
Mmmmmmm<p>"I worked at Arby's."</p><p>"The mold covering the back wall of the fridge, the flash cooked roast beef that was still raw and instructed to be microwaved to finish cooking, and the putrid black fryer oil."</p><p>"Delectable!"</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/gotkrdn?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">weedynaddys98</a></p>
One To Rule Them All<p>"My brother-in-law has worked at a lot of restaurants as a cook. Basically all the chain restaurants, IHOP, chilis, etc."</p><p>"He said the nastiest one by far in terms of a disgusting kitchen was Olive Garden."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/gotwa99?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">jonahvsthewhale</a></p>
A Laundry List of Horrors<p>"Sonic. We were told to keep breakfast stuff (eggs, potatoes, etc.) in the hot drawers in case someone wanted breakfast at night. So they'd get like 10+ hour old soggy stuff."</p><p>"5 for $5 Tuesdays (no idea if that's a thing still), we'd literally just have like 40 patties sitting on the back of the grill at all times. Sometimes they'd be going out every 2 minutes..slow days they'd just sit for half an hour."</p><p>"If folks complained that their fries weren't "fresh" enough, they'd just get refried, resalted, and sent right back out."</p><p>"No one else adhered to the 30-second handwashing rules that were posted everywhere. We'd just "flash fry" the hot dog links for conies to warm them back up. Same with the nasty popcorn chicken that sat under heat lamps for hours during the day."</p><p>"Most fast food is garbage, but Sonic is its own brand of American fast food."</p><p>-- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/lswb1t/poeple_who_work_at_fast_food_chains_but_dont_eat/govo00l?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">cavscout43</a></p>
As a former teacher, I can tell you that the goal is to always hype up and encourage your students to reach their goals and be their best selves. As a former student, I can also tell you that not every teacher is like this. Unfortunately, there are a handful of teachers out there that use their position of authority to make them feel like they have power. I've seen it happen firsthand, and it's awful.
Sometimes, the people who we depend on for our growth are also the people who hurt our confidence the most. Here are a few examples from former students, who discuss the worst things a teacher could ever say to a growing kid.
Even the other kids knew this was messed up.<p>I watched this happen to my friend in 7th grade. It was social studies class and my friend was one of those students where the common core curriculum was horribly suited for the way he learned.</p><p>One day he asked me if he could borrow a red pen (the teacher was too lazy to grade the papers herself so she'd have us do it at the start of every class)</p><p>The teacher caught on to it and literally yelled to me "don't you dare give him that pen." And proceeded to chew him out saying that he was a sad excuse because he was too lazy to remember a simple pen, called him worthless, and told him that he'll go nowhere in life because he can't keep track of simple things.</p><p>She spent the first half of the class continuously belittling him to the point where students were asking her to stop. Despite the fact that half the class reported this terrible treatment, she was not punished.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/WhyAm_I_Alive/" target="_blank">WhyAm_I_Alive</a></p>
Way to permanently damage a child.<img lazy-loadable="true" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yNTcwODkxMC9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTY0NDc4MDY5Mn0.vzGTOSCCCt_ujl5Gykm9mSn08JF_WBDE9lAxrw1q-B8/img.gif?width=980" id="31271" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="9a935a7d04b1db41aea45f90cc202f57" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" data-width="270" data-height="203" />bad teacher fighting GIFGiphy<p>I had a Dutch teacher that used to pick on me always. Once before a presentation she told me that no matter how good my presentation was she wasnt going to give me a grade higher than a 5. I ended up almost having a panic attack in front of the class, told her to go f*ck herself and stormed out of the classroom. Got a 4 eventually.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/dracaryhs/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Dracaryhs</a></p>
This is so unbelievably petty.<p>I was nominated for a place in the Gifted and Talented program at my school. I was 10 or 11, and had precious little that I was proud of, but I could write like nobody's business. I was nominated for writing and was promised that I would not be tested on mathematics (worst subject then and now).</p><p>The teacher giving me the exam had a beef with my mom, and presented me with the mathematics test. I told her that I'd been told I didn't need to take it. She said it wouldn't count, just to do it. I did.</p><p>I don't remember much else between that moment and sitting in front of the panel, between my parents, silently crying and trying not to make eye contact as I was told I'd done so wretchedly on the mathematics portion of the test, <em>which I wasn't supposed to take</em>, that they were considering pulling me back a grade, and that the nomination had been a horrible mistake and should never have been made in the first place because the Gifted and Talented program was for "students of an outstanding nature and SkepticLinguist just didn't meet our expectations in mathematics." Did I also mention that the teacher who gave me the test was on the panel?</p><p>Saw that teacher later on, and she always gave me the smuggest smile before she flounced away. I was kind to her, as that was really all I had going for me at the time, but that messed me up for years, and still keeps me awake at night some times.</p><p>Jokes on her, though, I'm a published author now.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/SkepticLinguist/" target="_blank">SkepticLinguist</a><br></p>
What happened to constructive criticism?<p>I'm an architecture student and in my design class we'd usually have a panel of guest professors to critique on our projects. In one of them a professor just outright said "your design is boring" and that was it, no other comments or suggestions for improvement. I think another panel member noticed and quickly added in a constructive comment to save it. But that moment still hit me and I've lost a lot of confidence in my designs since then.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/Lyr-Neo/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Lyr-Neo</a></p>
Why would you assume that?<img lazy-loadable="true" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yNTcwODkyNy9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTY0MDU3Nzc0OX0.2WkfnbLhJ5gtLCej3kl6QqfvdGpv3sXoovf36BEiNFk/img.gif?width=980" id="fdbf3" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="76ef79f086c57e47faf51acd7f0fc665" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" data-width="480" data-height="270" />mean girls no food in class GIFGiphy<p>When I was in high school I had this English teacher that was basically a washed up mean girl in her 50s.</p><p>She gave us an assignment about our goals and where we wanted to go after highschool. I wrote about my interest in music. She shot it down and told me that it would never happen, I would be lucky to get a job as a fast food shift worker.</p><p>I remember some other time I was casually talking to her and she asked where I lived for some reason. I described it to her and she got all confused, then asked me if if I lived in an actual house. She said she was surprised I lived in a house because she assumed I lived in an apartment or trailer or something.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/Fuginshet/" target="_blank">Fuginshet</a><br></p>
This is a mess all around.<p>My mum would not allow a PC in the house, she saw them as the devils devices. (She’s very old fashioned and a bit mad if I'm honest) She was convinced that no high school in the world could demand an essay written on a PC.</p><p>One of my teachers asked for an essay and said it needed to be written on a PC and printed out. I tried to convince my mum but she was having none of it. She told me to tell him we couldn't afford one. I straight up did not want to say that because it was a lie and I knew the teacher wouldn't buy it and I knew that regardless, I would be bullied for being poor. I was already being bullied pretty bad at the time due to not having expensive trainers and clothes, so I wanted to avoid adding to the list.</p><p>I wrote the essay by hand, in the best possible handwriting, stapled the pages in order like a little book and put it in a little plastic thingy. I did my best.</p><p>Teacher ripped it up in front of the whole class and threw it in the bin. He refused to beleive there was a household in the world that didn't own a computer and yelled at me for being a lazy little smart a**. He compared the essay (which he did not read) to a dish rag. The class actually went silent and the bullies actually eased up a bit which I did not expect.</p>
That’s the worst attempt at “motivating” I’ve ever seen.<p>Oof. Okay. Middle school seems to be universally bad for everyone but my older sister died the same year middle school started for me. Dealing with grief and undiagnosed ADHD + dyscalculia meant I was not a good student. People were decent that first year, but by the new school year and approximately 1-2 years after my sister's death I was being told by one of my teachers that I needed to be over it.</p><p>12-13 years old by then, struggling immensely and I can't adequately explain why doing things was hard for me so she just took the bad approach: I needed to stop using my sister's death as an excuse and get my grades up or else I was on the path to repeating 8th grade.</p><p>Other teachers were bad there too, with many of them using public humiliation against me having bad grades as an attempt to "motivate" me, but all it did instead was lead me to believe I was a failure.</p><p>That one teacher though hurt me so bad. I'm almost 31 now and I am realizing still how much shame I carry over my ADHD, the distrust I have for authority figures, and the fractured confidence I have that I'm capable of doing things. I work full time with a stable job, I have a boss I like working with, and I'm loved and married and have friends, but this still follows me.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/bdb90/" target="_blank">Bdb90</a></p>
That’s not only bullying, but also sexist.<img lazy-loadable="true" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yNTcwODk0MC9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTYyMDg0MTYwN30.O1hqdH_Foyr7GsA166Ijwe15GC57RN9a1_8_TnSTm6Q/img.gif?width=980" id="1f9ab" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="b736e72e4a8ad0e739bc2cae94eb0818" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" data-width="568" data-height="319" />sexist laci green GIFGiphy<p>I was doing poorly in school ~2006 because I was horrifically depressed. My 6th grade teacher took a special interest in "helping" since she knew my sisters so one time she made me stay after class and in a roundabout way accused me of being lazy and said "what will you do if your husband dies? how would you support yourself" and I burst into tears because all of my home issues stemmed from my dad dying from an aneurysm very suddenly the year before.</p><p>My grades started drifting even more after that so uh. Thanks Dr. Alexander.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/honkdogs/" target="_blank">Honkdogs</a><br></p>
That’s gotta be hard to begin with.<p>I moved to Germany as a pre-teen, and I didn't speak the language at all upon arrival - had to learn it as I went.</p><p>In my second year here, my mother decided to put me in an all-German school. My language skills were still quite shaky, so it was quite difficult. German class was the hardest.</p><p>I had this teacher who took a disliking to me for being a foreigner. He would constantly pick on me, and make me repeat things, saying he couldn't understand what I was saying due to my accent.</p><p>The cherry on top was when we had an exam, and we had to write an essay on a book we had read in class. I had severely struggled with the book, as it was written in a Berlin dialect - at the time I was barely able to read normal German, let alone a book written in a very heavy dialect. My teacher failed me completely on the exam, saying that I had not understood the task and my spelling and grammar were atrocious. At the time, my mother had a colleague who was a German teacher. She looked over my exam after I had gotten it back and was surprised that he had failed me - I had by no means done brilliantly, but it was still worth a passing grade.</p><p>Needless to say, I was devastated and was convinced that my German is terrible and I was no good, and I would never be any good and I simply suck.</p><p>Even today I am still a little self-conscious when speaking German, especially in public settings. Which is quite unfortunate, considering that I'm an interpreter...</p><p><span></span><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/Glinda45/" target="_blank">Glinda45</a></p>
Why would a child lie about that?<p>I had a teacher in middle school who would pick on me constantly. One time in the sixth grade there was this math problem and it had this banking term I wasn't familiar with cause you know I was 11 and didn't go to the bank. So I tried to do the problem on context clues and got it wrong. </p><p>The next day when she collects the homework she told me how could I get such a simple problem wrong. I tell her I didn't know the meaning of one of the words. She says I'm lying and even if I didn't I should have asked my parents. I told her my parents are immigrants and only my dad can speak English fluently and that he was at work when I wading doing my homework. She says I'm lying again about my mom not knowing too. She berates me some more until I have tears in my eyes.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/parallax_xallarap/" target="_blank">Parallax_xallarap</a></p>
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