Tales of Turmoil: Stories of Folks Sharing Their Roughest Teacher Experiences

Embarking on the educational journey is like setting sail on a thrilling adventure. Yet, sometimes, we encounter individuals who turn this journey into a stormy sea of hardships and trials.

But it’s a different conversation if the teacher, who is supposed to be the mentor and give guidance, is the one who makes studying even harder and makes coming to school horrible.

1. New Vocabulary

A high school writing teacher circled the word "ebbed" and said, "Not a word!" in bright red ink. This was a creative writing assignment.

It was also an assignment that I was very nervous about showing her. Upon seeing her comment, I showed her it was a word in a thesaurus.

Because of that, she got upset and asked what brand the thesaurus was as if I had an incorrect book. She never liked me, and I never really understood why.

LittleLulu333

My sister had an English teacher who, despite claiming she had lived in the US, would still sometimes pronounce certain words wrong or use a phrase in the wrong context. My sister would naturally try to correct her.

I guess she must've felt really disrespected over the fact that a 15-year-old had the audacity to speak better English than her.

When my sister graduated at the end of the year, she gave her a B in written English despite her only having gotten that grade on one assignment (all the rest were A's).

The reason she got a B btw? Because she had used a common figure of speech that the teacher claimed wasn't a thing. That lady was a spiteful piece of work, and I'm glad I never had to deal with her.

CherrytheBerry123

I had a teacher get ridiculously mad at me in eighth grade because I told her that the plural for deer was not “deers.” It is deer.

She tried to ridicule me in class (this was a science class, by the way), and we googled it on her projector. I was correct, so she sent me out of the class.

The next day, I had detention for talking before class, but I’m sure it was because an eighth-grader corrected her. I don’t understand why these teachers can’t take correction but loveee to give it.

_tuckypeen

In her defense (1993), she was a middle school English teacher. She tried to explain to me that the Sun wasn’t a star. I argued back, and she got mad because I wasn’t the “teacher.”

You know that feeling when you get really pissed because you know you’re in the right? That was me. But I just ate it. She’s also pissed.

I wished I would have followed through because I would have loved it if she had explained to her boss how the sun wasn’t a star. Her explanation was that it’s a “sun,” not a “star.”

GaryNOVA

I had a SCIENCE teacher that was as bad as ninth grade. She claimed you lose 90% of body heat through your head. I said, "So you're telling me I'll freeze to death faster, fully clothed with a coat and everything with no hat, than naked with a hat?

She also claimed that ice can't be colder than freezing temp. I say, "So if you build an igloo, it can't be colder than 32 degrees inside? I don't think that's true." She threatened to kick me out of class both times.

Those incidents were unrelated. They just happen to be the ones I remember; it went on for the whole school year. I remember I was struggling with the idea of air pressure.

I couldn't understand how it wouldn't be uniform because air is free to move.

I asked a hypothetical about how the air would "know" to explode out of a balloon exposed to a vacuum.

She could have explained that pressure is a constantly exerted force that is always trying to find equilibrium. (I can't explain my rationale at the time, but I didn't get that concept)

Instead, she used it as a chance to mock me and laugh about how air is inanimate and doesn't "know" anything. I knew that but couldn't think of the words to express the thought better.

She didn't even bother explaining, just repeating a couple of times how she couldn't believe I thought that air knew stuff.

whateverrughe

I was in year 11 physics when we were discussing water and air density. My physics teacher told me that warm and cold water have the same density, which obviously isn't true. I objected because I knew the right answer and told her that heat affects the density of every object.

She proceeded to humiliate me in front of the class because I'd just come back from a week's suspension for assisting in a bullying incident.

She told me I'd missed so much school that I should probably just sit down and keep quiet. I dropped physics and took up business management sciences in my last year of high school.

Well, now I just started my own company 3 months out of school, and now I make her monthly salary in like 2 - 4 days lmao. He was mean.

yassis_bru

The worst were the teachers who would take books away from me and hold me up for ridicule because they disagreed or didn't approve of the genre or subject material.

I was always into science fiction and horror genres, and many of them didn't consider it true literature worth reading.

I remember my father getting into it with one of the teachers who disapproved of Robert Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, to which he pointed out it was on the required reading list of a lot of major universities.

Dad was awesome like that and chewed the teacher and principal out for having the temerity to try to stop any student who wanted to read, regardless of what the genre was.

LovesMeSomeRedhead

There was a student with a broken leg on crutches. Normally, during concerts, the students would sit at the very top of the bleachers in the back and then file down when it was their turn to perform.

This student asked to sit with his parents on the ground floor because of his broken leg.  

 The band teacher wouldn't let him.

Well, in the end, the kid fell all the way down the bleachers. It caused a big commotion, but I don't remember if the band teacher got in any trouble for it.

muh-guy-Sedai

I had an English teacher, and I was convinced he gave me low grades just for the fun of it. Everyone else thought I was just full of it.

For one assignment, I gave it to one of the 'class pets' to look at, and I asked for improvements. They showed me their assignment and said, "There isn't much of a difference here."

When I read it, the only difference was the odd word choice (synonyms), but the structure was the same. They got 80s and 90s, and I got 60s.

I had no problem sharing my score, and the smarter kids started grilling the teacher on the methods of how he evaluated them.

muh-guy-Sedai

This teacher did not like girls and didn't believe they could do maths. He had no structured lesson plans and was very disorganized.

I was one of two girls in that class. The other 8 were boys. The boys all got B or above. Me and the other girl always got Fs. The other girl dropped the course after a month. I kept going out of spite.

2 months later, the teacher called a meeting with my mother and with the headmaster to say how I was struggling, that I wasn't going to pass etc, etc.

I had spoken to one of the boys in the class to ask for a copy of their marked homework to compare it to mine. 

We were acquaintances but not exactly friends and didn't really talk to each other.

The workings and answers were identical. He'd gotten a B, I'd gotten an F. I took these to the meeting and pointed them out in front of the headmaster.

The teacher said I must have copied it. This was when I pointed out that the teacher had put the date on when they were handed in.

Mine had been handed in first, so how could I possibly have cheated? He literally flipped at me during the meeting in front of my mother and the headmaster. Needless to say, he lost his job. I stopped taking maths but redid it several years later and got an A* in it.

[deleted]

I had a teacher like this who would give me failing grades but never even return my assignment. We'd take a test, and then the following day, she would read just our scores in front of the class: "Molly: 98, Nick: 90, irrelevant_usernam3: 27..."

I was so frustrated because I was studying my butt off and didn't know what I was doing wrong. 

After fighting with the teacher and eventually having to involve the school board.

Well, it came out that the teacher didn't even look at the tests. She was just randomly giving scores based on how smart she thought the students were and how much she liked them.

irrelevant_usernam3

This happened during my high school gym class. We were doing some kind of push-up test. The teacher decided he was going to watch ME the whole time and not lay an eye on anyone else.

I do a couple of push-ups, and he tells me my form is wrong. 

This repeated over and over, with him constantly telling me my form wasn’t right.

Until I had completed at least 30 “wrong push-ups.” At that point, I was too exhausted to even do a single “right” one, so he failed me.

crash----

This was one of my high school PE teachers. She sprung a test on us without warning and claimed she told us about it (25 kids in the class, and not one recalled being told of the test).

Weeks later, one of my classmates asked for the test results, and she said that we all failed.

The classmate asked to have the test back.

We really wanted to see what she got wrong, and the teacher said that we all scored zero on the test, so she threw it all out. Reasons…

Dorian1267

I had a teacher who "lost" my assignment work. We did not get on at all, even before that. I slacked off for most of the year.

Then, with only a couple of weeks to go, I realized I'd better do the paperwork to go alongside the practicals. Although I hated that part of the course, I worked hard on it, and the work I handed in was a solid "ok."

He took it from me, then failed me. Said that my practical work was a B, but my design drawings were not handed in, so I got an F. I can't have been the only student that this happened to, because after I complained, he left the school.

WitShortage

I went to a small school for middle school, and we would switch teachers for different subjects. During history class, the 6th-grade teacher had us reading out loud from our textbooks and stopped the class to yell at me to "STOP" what I was doing.

I was just staring at my book like the rest of the class. She continued to yell at me to "STOP," and I proclaimed that I wasn't doing anything.

After her continued berating, I asked, "What am I doing?" And she said, "I don't know! But you need to STOP!" She proceeded to give me detention during recess and lunch periods, during which I was not allowed to eat or go outside.

I had to sit in the hallway, where she would check on me every few minutes. Toward the end of the recess period, she came out and said that I was, in fact, not doing anything.

She took her anger out on me but wanted to make an example of me. She felt embarrassed in front of the other students for scolding me for doing nothing.

Then she made me promise not to tell anyone. This is my first time recounting this story. Still, to this day, I am bewildered by her behavior.

aHawtMocha

This happened to me in 5th grade. It was at a time when it was really fun to flip the milk cartons at lunch, and I did it sometimes as well, but it doesn't excuse her anger.

My friend was balancing the carton on his finger for a long while and then told me to try it. I did it for a second or two, and a teacher screamed at me at the top of her voice.

She said something like, "Don't you dare!" I was shocked, embarrassed, and even started crying.     

I hate that moment. It was a total nightmare for me.

To make it worse, someone at my table, who I didn't really like, especially after this moment, and who had cried all the time, said, "Why are you crying? That is no reason to cry?" I am still angry about it.

Wadiationking23

Before I left that course, I had a college teacher who spent 80% of her time digressing, and in the remaining 20%, she talked in riddles.

Her course was the one with the lowest grades. Still, it was also considered the easiest by the other teachers because the course was about how to research history, so for the teachers who already knew this stuff (because an actual good teacher was there for them), it was easy as heck.

If a teacher actually tries as hard as humanly possible to make her class hard, then it will be complicated. Who knows?

The moment I realized how bad she was when we actually went to ask older students about wtf we were supposed to do.   

They literally did not have an answer even after going through the freaking class themselves.

I believe their exact words were, "Just roll with it that women have never made sense while teaching, and she never will."

The fun part is that if I write her name on Google, she actually appears as a quite successful person. Still, she either has 0 clues on how to teach students, or she likes to make their lives a living hell. All the other teachers knew how to teach (crazy standard here, I know), but she was just that.

HistoricalMaize

In every class, he would basically talk to us like a university professor, tell us about stuff, and get us to debate things. Crap.

He wouldn't use the overhead projector, 3D projector, or even the chalkboard to write stuff down so we could make notes. He would just talk to us. It was impossible to take notes, and the textbooks were useless because he never discussed anything in them.

After the mid-term, he called one of the smartest guys in the class (and grade) and wasn't crying but was nearly on the verge of saying how everyone basically failed the test and what he was going to do because if everyone in his classes failed he would get fired (obviously).

The guy told him he had no choice but to bellcurve everyone. The same thing happened with the final exam. I was a pretty good friend of the guy.

A friend was really good friends with this guy, so he had him over for his birthday. 

The teacher was a cool, down-to-earth guy and was really interesting to talk to when he wasn't teaching.  

To the point where if this friend was having a party, I'd ask if the teacher would be coming too. My only real memory from any of his classes is when one of the female students basically called him sexist, saying that he only cared what the guys had to say and that he thought the girls were stupid.

He obviously didn't think this (he told me as much because I asked at one of my friend's parties). In his classes, only a few people (all guys) would answer his questions or start discussions.

The girls all sat there and did nothing, so it wasn't on him that they felt that way about his teaching. His reply to the accusation was, "prove me wrong." He just wanted the women to engage, but none of them ever did.

bpanio

I was in a programming course, and the "teacher" openly said they hated programming, and we were punished for reading and doing the work ahead of time because she was that useless.

The best bit is that she has a PhD in AI programming. She was a horrendous teacher whose single moment of enthusiasm was talking about her field of expertise, where she would pull up examples of the coding project she was part of.

Upon asking for a copy of the code she showed us in the language we were learning, she refused because she did not write a single line of said code.

Then, in one class, we had a substitute who worked under her, sang her praises, and then was dumbfounded when we didn't respect her as much as they did.

kholdstare90

I had a sub in 3rd grade (I was maybe 8 years old) who expected us to be completely silent at all times. Like, literally no sound.

Someone asked the guy next to you if they knew the date? Had to ask to use the restroom? She punished the whole class because someone said something or made a sound that was unacceptable.

When she left the room, she would stop at the office and eavesdrop on us through the PA system and punish us when she returned if we weren't quiet while she was gone.

I remember her telling us how disappointing we all were to her- to this day when I think of her, it's usually got a "screw you" attached to it. Can't be bothered to remember her name.

WouldRatherWrite

My university lecturer was the most incompetent bloke I've ever met. He taught I.T., and for the life of me, I can't figure out how the heck he got that job.

In the first lesson, he got us to sign up for this social media so we could share lesson content, talk to each other so we'd get to know one another, and also tweet him.

Everybody, including the lecturer, used the social media once. We just used the university intranet to share crap. Again, during the first lesson, he announced he was going on holiday for 4 weeks during our first term.

All of his lessons were PowerPoint presentations, and each slide had about a paragraph of text written on it, which he would read out loud while awkwardly looking over his shoulder.

Once he was done doing that, he would essentially repeat what he had just said. One day, he asked us for help booking his airline tickets online because he couldn't figure out how to use the website.

insane__knight

Ok, so allow me to set the scene for all of you. It’s the middle of a cold Canadian winter, and I’m a kindergartener. I go to the bus, like any normal day.

A teacher who’s standing in front of the bus making sure the right kids get on (VERY ironic) “doesn’t recognize me” because of a haircut (it was a decently big change, but it was also a HAIRCUT) and decided I had to WALK home.

In a blizzard. Then again, every teacher in that school could have one of these stories, but this one always stuck out to me.

treeclimber77

When I was in high school, my grandfather died. I went to a private boarding school, so I actually left campus and went home for close to a week.

I dutifully emailed all my teachers and my dean to say that I would be missing x number of classes. All but one replied with sympathy and basically, "No problem, you'll get caught up when you get back."

When I returned to school, everything was fine until my math class. When I stayed after to ask for the materials to catch up, my teacher started telling me that it was my responsibility to stay on top of things and that I couldn't just cut class and then expect him to help me out.

Well, being a 14-year-old girl who was still very raw from burying my gramps, I burst into tears and managed to choke out, "But my grandfather DIED" as my only defense. The teacher at least had the courtesy to look like he felt bad and said he'd get me my stuff later, and I went back to my dorm.

It's probably not all that bad compared to other people's experiences. Still, he's literally the only teacher to ever make me cry. He wasn't great at teaching math either, so it was kind of crappy all around. I hated that math class that year.

I_DRINK_ANARCHY

This is from a few years ago, but I have been thinking about this for a while and need an outlet for my rage. I used to love being in my school’s orchestra up until high school.

The music we played was good. I had some friends in it, and all was well. Then, we got a replacement teacher since the old one was retiring, and man, was she cringeworthy.

On her first day, without anyone knowing, she picked the locks on everyone’s instrument cases and re-arranged everything in there to her liking.

Next, she forced everyone to go on a mandatory field trip during our school’s test week; this meant that I had to do all those tests over the weekend, which made me furious.

There was some other dumb stuff she did throughout the year, but the biggest offense of all was what she did on the last day of school.

This was a concert for the whole school that included the band playing with us. She cut out all the background music for our music, which sounds bad when you’re playing a jazz unit.

Also, she decided that chairs were overrated and gave all our chairs to the band even when they had plenty. Could we just stand and play? No!

She made us sit down on the ground while playing in the concert; we looked humiliated in front of the whole school. I am so glad I dumped that class and teacher.

N64CubeAdvance

My teacher in grade 3/4 had the class make clay animals for Christmas presents for our parents as an art lesson one day.

It was such a small amount of clay, and she specifically said it was for both parents. Well. I happened to be the only child who had divorced parents in the class.

I asked her what I should do because they don’t live together and can’t share the gift. She literally said, “Well, you’ll just have to pick your favorite parent then.”

Why would you say this to a young child? She did other horrid things, but this was at least the first time I came home crying.

Cryptid_Cowboy

One of the worst teachers I ever had was in 7th-grade math. She was mean to mostly all of the students (I think she had some favorites).

She would make us feel stupid by getting mad whenever someone didn’t know something, making everyone afraid to ask anything.

She gave us unfairly complex tests and then yelled at us when we did badly/ failed them. Her demeanor scared a bunch of the people in the class, including me, into not ever participating, which, of course, she got bad at us about, too.

  She gave an unnecessarily large amount of homework (I mean, like literal pages of problems each night).   

She gave me so much work that even my parents said that it was way too much for a 7th grader to do.

She never did anything to help anyone or guide people in the right direction if they were confused. She never did anything to accommodate my disabilities, which made me so mad.

I got, I think, a 75 in her class at the end of the year. My parents were not even mad because they understood that what she had done and put me and the other students through had taken a toll on me and my ability to complete the extreme amount of work she assigned that year. She was just really bad all around.

[deleted]

A substitute IT teacher in high school. Worst educator I've ever met, and my mum works in education, so I know a lot of bad ones.

We were doing a group programming project, and we were spitballing coding solutions in the corner while one guy did the input, and I was sitting next to him, messing around with a flash game.

I had unsaved work in another window, and the teacher saw me. I tried to explain, but she went straight for the power button. I put my hand in front of the power button to block it (she had done this to other students).

So she grabs my hand and slams it into the desk. I gave her a "Did you just touch me?" look while I put my other hand there immediately. She did the same thing. I stood up. I'm a tall guy, so I towered over her.

She scurried out into a neighboring classroom. 

The teacher from that class came in very confused and told me I needed to go to the office. So I went.  

The principal asked, "Why are you here?" I replied, "Uhhh, I was playing a game on the computer?" The principal looked confused and said, "Well, you shouldn't do that, but I don't know why you were sent here. Head to your next class.”

So I went about my day, uneventful until I got home. My mum was waiting, looking pissed and said, "WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL?"

By that point of the day, I had literally no idea what she was angry about. Then she tells me the teacher reported to the principal that I “assaulted” her. I was now suspended for 30 days.

My entire class was in uproar over it. And we had the same substitute teacher for the next 3 months. We made her life hell. She deserved it.

aalios

Spanish teacher who was weird. She told the class that she didn't tell her husband that she loved him but instead said, "I respect you" because respect was more important than love.

What she did to class was ALWAYS speaking Spanish. We were second-year Spanish students. We knew how to say "uncle" and crap, not all the million verb endings that indicated past, present, or future tense.

And if you were lost, she wouldn't stop and explain in English. You were told to stay after class and get extra help when she STILL spoke Spanish, so it was a waste of time.

She would try to get the class's attention like we’re dogs. She would whistle and snap her fingers and say, "Mira, MIRA, "whatever that meant.

She would also dress code people for stupid crap I was dressed coded for a shirt that said the word "beer" on it. She would always yell at kids holding hands in the hall. At the end of the year, there was always 50% of the kids taking Spanish who switched to French.

thebigcrawdad

I was a new student, and the teachers showed favoritism towards the kids who had been in that school all their lives, so I didn't like the place to begin with.

The school gave out a guidebook to each student. There were a few mistakes, so I marked them on my copy. It was pretty embarrassing for the school because the English were all wrong.

The school prides itself on being a very good place to learn English- English isn't our first language, but you get punished if you don't speak it in school.

Once, my biology teacher saw it and snatched it from me. She then said, "We don't point out your mistakes, so you shouldn't point out ours."

I was taken by surprise, and I didn't say anything, but another new kid defended me by saying, "But isn't that your job." Heck yeah.

She went on to show my copy to everyone in the staff room, and all the other teachers who taught me made snide remarks throughout that week. So that was nice.

Giant-Munchkin

I was 14, in freshman English. We had to rewrite "The Lady or the Tiger" with an ending. I thought the ambiguous ending was perfect.

So I reworked it into a sort of mashup of Groundhog Day, in which the protagonist woke up every day in a nerve-wracking nightmare world in which he would have to choose, still leaving the choice ambiguous.

I received my first and only F grade in my life. I became brave and asked my teacher why. She said I was a terrible writer and I couldn't follow directions; she asked for a specific ending.

I remember replying that I loved the tension of the original, and a definite ending destroyed the whole point of the story.

She repeated what she'd said before, that my writing was bad and I shouldn't try to do fiction or any creative writing since I can't follow simple instructions.

It was 20 years before I began writing again. I've found I can't do that either because of my profession of writing staccato, truthful, boring sentences (nurse charting).

In middle school, I made up characters in my head and wrote word sketches for them because I was inspired by the Emily character by LM Montgomery.

mascara_flakes

She was our chemistry teacher, and every time we were in her class, we (all boys class) we would get rowdy and noisy because she was kind of old and was not very strict but still tried to control us.

One time during her discussion, we got extra noisy, and she raised her voice, saying, "Boys, if you do not keep quiet, I will close the door."

We all became silent and stared at her curiously, wondering if she was serious. After a few seconds, though, we continued on being noisy, and then she closed the door.

A few minutes later, we were still being noisy, so she raised her voice again and said, "If you do not keep quiet, I will close the windows." Again, we stared at her with confused looks on our faces and continued to be noisy even after she closed the windows.

SuperPiatos

I'm deaf and wear two hearing aids. As punishment, my grade 3 teacher used to take off my hearing aids and make me sit in the hallway alone.

She did this several times, I don't really remember how long it lasted since it was....26 years ago, but my best friend told my mom. I didn't know it was even wrong. I trusted the authority of teachers.

I can't even remember what I did, but I know it didn't take much to set her off, and she also absolutely loved singling kids out in class and embarrassing them.

She would dump the contents of your desk out in front of the class and make you clean it up while everyone watched if you took too long getting out a book or pencil.

Once we had swimming lessons and afterward I couldn't find my underwear but I was so afraid of being late that I just went commando and later tried to whisper to her that I couldn't find my underwear, she yelled out, in front of the entire class, "You're not wearing your underwear!!??"

Whoa_Bundy

My 3rd grade teacher was super horrible to me. She had it in for me from day one. She moved my desk to the corner of the room. It sucks.

I was away from everyone else and didn't care if I took part in the lessons. She refused to let me (just me) go to art class or gym.

The pretext for all this was that (in her mind) I was out of control. True, I was a bit talkative and easily distractible, but I was curious and inquisitive.

I ended up maintaining these two traits and double majoring in computer science and philosophy in college (with an almost complete English lit minor) despite her best efforts to crush those traits right out of me.

Eventually, my mom intervened, and my teacher forced me to integrate into the normal lessons. But it was such a bad experience I’ll never forget.

meekrabR6R

I wear hearing aids. I don't know what kind of sick mind a teacher should have to mess with them. One of my teachers (I was 7 or 8 at the time) decided that I'd just turned them off to avoid listening to her.

Her solution was to take them and "turn them on" by switching and moving everything she could; I also kept silent. It was frightening

I didn't tell my parents even when I realized she had messed up one of them. Later, I switched schools, and by that time, I'd learned that NOBODY had the right to touch them or question my disability.

So when I had another psycho teacher who tried to touch them, I just let my parents know, and, well, it was hell for that woman since my mom went all Cthulhu on her and almost got her fired.

coyotzin

My year 1 teacher did the tipping of the table contents out - though I can only remember it happening to me. She threw the contents across the classroom, and I cleaned it while everyone else read.

To be fair, I had a messy under desk. To be fair, at the end of my free time every day, where I drew, she told me to put it under my desk. There was no reminder to take them home. I didn't realise I needed to...

I also had a lisp at the time, and once, when we got school photos back, she pointed it out to the class that the tip of my tongue was out and said, "Let's all point and laugh at Clairieo."

My mum, who taught at the school, originally intended not to interfere with who I got as a teacher when classes were made up. The next year onwards, she made sure that I was more happily situated.

ClairieO

Her nickname was 'Miss Shriekee' because her last name sounded something like 'Sharikee,' and she was infamous for shouting a lot, hence the nickname.

She shouted and belittled just about every child. Once, she was assigned to take our class to their swimming lesson at some leisure center, and when we got there, I found out that I had forgotten my trunks.

When I told her, she yelled right in my face, "You stupid boy!" And treated me like I was the dumbest person on earth. The amount of mockery, man…

Another time, I had to go to the staff room to give her a message.

 I knocked on the door, knock, knock, knock. She yanked the door open and began screaming at me.  

She was furious for knocking on the door three times, ranting and raving about how you're only meant to knock on the door once.

She told me she was going to shut the door and that I should knock on the door again properly. She shut the door, I knocked the door once, and she yanked it back open and said something like "Now, what is it?" and once I told her whatever the message was, she slammed the door in my face.

moodswinging

She was my first-grade teacher. Absolutely nothing but awful and rude to me. It made me sit by myself every day, make fun of me, and have other kids make fun of me with her for answering a question wrong.

She tried to get my mother to put me on medication. This was absolutely out-freaking-ratios because I was an extremely docile and well-behaved quiet little girl. She just had it out for me.

So, I had just moved to this school and started with no friends because she estranged me from everyone. I had no confidence.

My mother stepped in and tried to have me removed from her class. When witchsachio asked why, my mother responded, "I think she would do better with someone a little more... Maternal.. than you are." This made witchsachio mad.

I couldn't be removed from her class because it was too late in the year, and from that point on, she made my life a living hell.

I don't think I had recess after that. I didn't have any free time after that, and on party days, she put me last, so I had the last choice of cake, juices, and stuff. I dreaded going to school. I did absolutely nothing to deserve that woman.

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I had a math teacher who literally didn't teach math at all. He just wrote the numbers on the board for the problems we had to do in the textbook.

He would sit at his desk on his office chair all class long and stare at his computer. And every time he had to move around the classroom, he would just roll around in his office chair, waddling his feet against the ground.

Every time I turned in work, he would just stare at the paper for literally 3 seconds, make a huge check mark on it with his pen, and write down 100% in his grade book.

He never checked the answers. I tested it one day. A friend and I wrote a bad word for a few answers on our work and made him check our work. Did he notice? Nope. Did we get an 'A'? Yup.

He had the counselors make me skip Pre-Algebra and go straight into an Algebra I class. I literally had no clue what I was doing.

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He's a 20-something-year-old guy who only befriends the popular kids and doesn't care about the others in class. He did nothing at all in class.

When he's bored from staring at his computer, he goes to popular kids' desks and chats while the other kids have a hard time with trigonometry.

He also loves to chat with the kids of his race. This results in them obnoxiously chatting loudly in their dialect like they're the only people in the room.

He's a prick in general. He's one of those "I wear plaid shirts every day, and I shower in cologne" type of person. He thinks he's so cool. I had him for a semester, and I hate his guts.

asianyeti

I also had a history teacher who was a major B. She was going through a divorce the year I had her, which made things a billion times worse.

I had a field trip to some Mayan exposition coming through the town museum, and my Spanish teacher handed out permission slips that had to be signed by all of our teachers.

This history teacher would not sign it! For a HISTORY field trip. She said the field trip coincided with a quiz that day, and this was probably just my way of getting out of taking the quiz.

She also said that I could either stay in school that day and take my quiz or go to the field trip and take a zero. No makeups.

I went on the field trip. I wasn't going to get an A from her anyway. I passed with a B or C. It didn't matter - I got into the college I wanted to and went on with my life.

But I really still hate that woman to this day just thinking about how she wielded her authority in such a sadistic, self-serving way.

dbx99

I had a teacher give a creative writing assignment. There were clear instructions on the requirements to get an A. Basically, use a certain size font and a certain page length, and have a beginning, middle, and end to the story.

My story met every single requirement. This teacher liked to make fun of people's names and just make crazy names in general. I picked a couple of names like Ayma Dommy and Adam Bom.

He picks mine to read aloud to the class, and he gets to the second name and says the names are crap and he won't continue. He gives me a D+ and tells me not to try to use weird names anymore.

I also got no less than 90% on my tests and quizzes and still got a C every cycle, even though I got an A on the midterm and final. I found out later that he hated my brother, who's a couple of years older than me.

notanangel_25

My Pre-modern History teacher at sixth form was a bit of a tyrant but also shocking at teaching. At the start of the year, he dumped a 4cm thick pack of handouts on everyone's desk.

The instructions for every lesson were "continue to read and highlight." 

The guy would go mental any time someone spoke, moved, or even looked up from the booklet.

He threw a dictionary at a guy's head when he asked for a definition. Everyone went silent, and I was furious. Thankfully, he was sacked after the incident.

GetCapeFly

I had a teacher in 7th-grade technology class, which was essentially a crappy class made so we would have some basic idea of how basic things like an engine and a battery worked.

Anyways, the teacher for that class legitimately didn't do anything all day, would openly hit on this one kid, and one day just cussed out the entire class about how terrible we were and how we should all go screw ourselves.    

She was almost immediately let go. On the plus side, we got a really chill long-term sub who let us watch movies for the 2 remaining months of school.

surferdude7227

I had an elementary school teacher who just seemed to have it out for me. I have no idea why, either. I was a quiet kid in elementary school.

I wasn't a troublemaker or a smart-arse. She just seemed to hate me. She would always single me out in front of the entire class for stupid crap.

She would insult me in front of the entire class, calling me a liar or cheater. She would even try to encourage other kids to pick on me.

Thankfully, they never did. And she would look for any excuse to get me in trouble.

I remember once, her kid stepped on my foot by accident, and he apologized.

The teacher apparently saw this and went nuts on me. She took me to the principal's office and told me how I had tried to trip the other kid.

Which he and I both knew wasn't true. He even told the principal that he just accidentally stepped on my foot. Another time, this girl and I pass each other by, and I stop and move away. She then starts yelling at me for not saying excuse me to the girl.

its-for-science

I'm diabetic, too, and I once crashed in school (I was about 2.5 mmols). I went to reception and begged for some emergency food. I got berated for five minutes because I was not bringing in enough for myself.

I had bought four cereal bars and 2 packets of dextrose and gone through them all. They then told me I could sit on the chair if I wanted to.

I ended up having to stumble to the shops through the snow, consciously trying to remember how to walk "left foot forward, now down.

Right foot...." and when I got there, I knocked over an entire shelf of sweets because I had such little control over my movements. I was fine, but I remember thinking that could have gone really wrong.

lemonfluff