Teachers are super important. They teach us all of the things we need to know to be successful in life: reading and writing, mathematics, appropriate social interactions, etc. What we sometimes forget is that they are human too.
They can make mistakes just like anyone else, and sometimes they just aren't good people. People take jobs for all sorts of reasons, and teachers aren't any different. A vast majority of teachers, though, are wonderful people with great intentions who are ridiculously overworked and hugely underpaid.
Reddit user imsosupercoolyouguys asked:
How do you worship something you don't believe exists?
Somehow heard that our family was atheist & so forced my brother to sit alone in the hall during every school party (not just Christmas, but everything, even birthday things where kids brought in Rice Krispie treats or whatever) doing extra worksheets. Told him it was because our family worshipped the Devil & that maybe he could rejoin the class if we accepted Jesus as our Lord & Savior. This was a public school, mind you, & she taught second grade. She was eventually fired for buying crack on school grounds. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Don't be a jerk!
My PE teacher got very close to being fired.
I have phonophobia, which is a fear of loud noises, and the school bell would trigger it, so I would cover my ears when it went off.
One of my bullies told this rabid PE teacher that I wasn't getting changed out of my PE kit due to covering my ears in anticipation of the bell.
The PE teacher came marching through, screaming at me and started trying to drag my hands from my ears. She was calling me a freak and saying it was pathetic, then would pull on my arms some more. I couldn't take my hands away from my ears because the phobia makes my hands lock.
When she did let me go, I ended up going to my biology lesson in tears. My mum went ballistic over it, called the school, and the PE teacher was real close to being fired - this was on top of reports from other parents about the same teacher manhandling students and even dismissing kids with broken fingers as being soft.
Newness isn't an excuse for pettiness!
For my first two years of college, I went to a local community college. In my first semester, I took English Composition. I've always been strong at reading and writing, so I looked forward to the class.
My classmates were awesome. We had a study group. I was 18, there were some people in their mid-20s, a transgender girl, a woman in her 40s, this hippy guy who would randomly be gone for a while, just driving around. It was really fun.
But, the instructor was another story. She was young and fresh out of her graduate program. She did lots of things that were super unprofessional, but I'll tell you about the worst one.
She had a personal blog where she blogged about her life, education, how woke she was, etc. It was an assignment that we had to comment on three blogs weekly. That was bad enough, but it gets worse.
We had to turn in a paper for something else and many people did poorly on it or didn't put the time in that she expected. So she blogs about how sh!tty we were on the blog that we would all see!! So my classmates go off on the blog post about her bad teaching and her ridiculous assignments. It was incredible to watch.
The rest of the semester continued to be awkward, but I did at least make some good friends.
Tl;dr: Professor makes students read and comment on personal blog. She puts out a post criticizing the students and doesnt like when the students point out her flaws in the comments.
The devil gets to you through the books!
I used to be really into reading about paranormal stuff; ghosts, UFOs, cryptozoology, poltergeists, etc etc. And the school library actually had a lot of books on those very subjects.
I had a teacher snatch a school library book out of my hands, scream at me that I was going to hell for reading it, and start tearing the pages out. She was almost fired for destroying school property, and caught a big dose of hell from both my mother and step-mother at the next parent-teacher conference meeting. Never had another problem with her after that.Giphy
Think before you act.
My primary school headmaster wanted to show how rough sandpaper was, so he ran it down a student's face.
It took about a year for the damage to heal.
Was he surprised that he had harmed the child? Did he apologize? Was he upset?
He was very surprised; it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, and hadn't realised what it would do. Why the parents didn't sue, I don't know, but since he was the Headmaster, I'm guessing he made sure the local authority didn't find out.
High school is not basic training.
Was slouching in typing class (it used to be a thing). Teacher (who also taught shop class) yelled and me and I thought I sat up. Not enough I guess. Made me go out into the hall when he pushed me into the lockers several times while yelling about "if I give you an order, and you say to hell with it what good is it!"
Mid 1970s America for scale.
Unprofessional, but cool.
On a ninth grade choir trip a group of guys got a poker game going in one of the hotel rooms. This was a quintessential fifteen year old boy poker game. Nudie playing cards. Cheap gas station cigars, etc. The ninth grade football coach (on the trip as a chaperone) was right in the thick of it. At some point the choir director showed up with hotel management because of course they did. The coach ran to the bathroom and hid in the shower. The kids in the room got a fifteen minute lecture. Once the coast was clear the coach emerged and said.. "well, you boys are screwed". We all ended up getting suspended for a few days. No one snitched on the coach though.
You'd think a nun would know that stealing is wrong.
I had written a term paper about violence in schools in Sister X's class. Got an A and had pretty much forgotten about it. Some time time later another teacher congratulated me for getting published. Huh???? Published? What are talking about? I was then shown my own work published in the Catholic Diocese monthly under which was written "submitted by Sister X" ....zero mention of the author. Never asked permission to use my work or even inform me of her intentions.
Turns out that's a pretty big deal in the late 70s. This nun was was forced to write me an apology (which was published in our school periodical) and I believe was mildly disciplined by the Diocese.
Your actions matter.
The first thing come to mind is the time I answered a question with a rather stupid answer and he took his forefinger and jabbed me full force (hard as one can when jabbing a finger anyway) into my forehead and called me dumb, he caught me by surprise so the jab had the effect of flinging my head back. I wasn't injured obviously, but surprised and embarrassed. I'm not the brightest bulb in the box but I did try to answer the question damn it. Lol. Despite the fact it was like 15 years ago and I can't even remember the teachers name anymore I still remember the moment he touched me and the class laughing clear as day. Good times.
Just be kind.
One year I was crying because my father had (yet again) canceled my visit to him because he was "busy" (aka manic and refusing to see me) I was really hurt and was crying in class. the teacher screamed at me for crying at my desk and then proceeded to march me to the front of the class and yell at me to stop crying. needless to say screaming at me just made me cry more. I dont know how long she actually yelled at me but it felt like forever. By the end I was sobbing in the hallway. it's not a very clear memory but the memory of being a third grader being screamed at for crying has stuck with me, I'm easy to cry but I'm still ashamed to admit I'm crying at all because of this.
happy ending though, it was this incident that ended up having her fired at the end of the year. also I've cut ties with my father at this point.Giphy
No, that sounds pretty crazy to me.
Not as crazy as what most people have said, but my APUSH teacher was a piece of work. This was my junior year of high school and there was a guy in the class named Alex. Now, Alex did slack-off and was the class clown. I found him annoying as hell and didn't like him one bit. But Mr. K would tell him in front of the entire class he's going nowhere, he might as well drop the class, he's going to get a 0 on the AP exam, he'll be working at McDonald's the rest of his life, etc. You can talk to a student privately about how it may not be in their best interests to be in the class, but the way he said it and that he did it in front of the entire class was really awful. Multiple people in the class went up to administration about it but nothing happened.
For more context, this is the same teacher who didn't let girls in their junior year of high school go to the restroom during class more than twice a semester because he thought they were genuinely skipping class. Multiple people just bled onto their chairs because he didn't let anyone leave.
Very bad day.
8th grade Social Studies teacher who rarely assigned homework actually did assign homework one night, but almost no one turned it in the next day. She had a massive meltdown and yelled, "I bet you all did your math homework last night, didn't you?! DIDN'T YOU?!?!" and proceeded to take the overhead projector and slam it onto the floor, breaking it in front of all of us. Then she just walked out of the room and didn't come back for the rest of class.
Why is this person a teacher?
Kindergarten teacher had a really strict bathroom rule. If she thought you went to many times she wouldn't let you go anymore.
Inevitably some kid has an accident, goes to the nurses office and gets new clothes and stuff. When the girl gets back the teacher starts calling her a "baby" for having an accident and basically starts trying to humiliate this 5 year old.
Also I guess if you had an accident the nurse would put you in a pull up. Because the teacher made sure everyone knew she was wearing a "diaper". But I don't remember that part nearly as well.
It takes a real insecure adult to belittle a 5 year old.
But some are up to the task.
Crimes of the mother...
When I was in 2nd grade my brother who was in 4th grade was running on the concrete part of school (this was not allowed, we could only run on grass). One teacher grabbed my brother by the wrist and told him that he would become nothing in life then let go of him. Turns out this teacher went to school with my mum and she hated her, and she probably recognized us.
teacher is busy explaining tedious textbook stuff
Teacher slams book shut, presses the power button on the computer and says "let's go play football".
What a beautiful time I lived in then.
Definitely a legend.
When I was about 15 my female Math teacher during a class went on a tangent about how all penises were ugly and awful.
At this moment this super quiet kid in the back lifts his arm and with a totally serious face says: "well, I actually kinda like mine. I think it's cool".
Still cracks me up almost 20 years later. What a legend.
Ethnic discrimination is never okay.
My 11th grade psychology teacher made us stand up in class on the first day and tell an interesting fact about ourselves (I always hate that). The only thing I could think of to tell was that my family is Cajun and my grandparents spoke creole. And she said "yeah, I know about you c**n-a***s." I hadn't heard that phrase before (I didn't grow up in Louisiana with the rest of my family) so I asked my dad what it meant and he went f***ing mental. The school was called. That class became very awkward and I never got higher than a C on any of my papers despite having all A's in my other classes and being an honors student and taking AP Lit and English.
When my mum was at school (around age 9) the teacher scolded her classmate for playing with her hair, and told her not to do it again.
When she did it again, he walked up to her with a pair of scissors and cut a chunk of her ponytail off.
I would buy this.
In 6th grade, we had a school project to come up with inventions. Most of the ideas were stupid kid stuff like an extendable arm so you can reach stuff without getting up. In fact, I think 3 different kids came up with that same "invention". I decided to be different and my idea was a self-cleaning carpet. Like most kid inventions, it didn't really work, it was just an idea of something that I thought would be cool. We were 11, not engineers. Anyway, we had to give a presentation in front of two classes, and my teacher apparently thought it was the dumbest idea she'd ever heard. She preceded to make fun of me and berate me publicly and tried to get the other kids to join in on it. If that wasn't bad enough, it lasted a ridiculously long time. 11-year-olds aren't exactly known for empathy, but the entire class was uncomfortable and felt bad for me. It was at that point we realized we didn't have a very good teacher.
Also, I got a D-
I had a teacher scream and threaten me on the playground because he thought I was gonna TP his house.
"well I wasn't before, but if I'm going to take the blame anyway...."