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Even though she is more than likely dead by now, I won't mention her name.
My fourth grade teacher had issues. She was in her late fifties-early sixties, had never been married, had suffered a stroke, and, apparently hated children.

She had her class divided in two.

Part one was what she called"My smart kids". Part two was "My dumb kids". She really called them her dumb kids.

Yours truly sat in row 1, seat 1 of the smart kids, of course!

Every morning began with copying off the chalkboard what she had written while she read the newspaper. This would go on for an hour or so.
IIRC, we spent an inordinate amount of time on soil erosion in a science book dating from the fifties.(this was 77-78 ) She was obsessed with it for some reason, it may not sound like a big deal, but the woman was LOONY about it.

She related to us the story of the First Jet Airplane. You see, the First Jet Airplane flew sooo fast, that when it fired it's machine guns, it flew into them and shot itself down. And the First Jet Airplane flew so high, that he pilot died from lack of oxygen when he bailed out. Foolishly, yours truly had the audacity to call her on this. She went into a screaming fit that left me in tears. Making kids cry was a specialty of hers.

If you have stories of teacher incompetence or cruelty, please share!

*booboo face* I am a teacher, and a damn good one at that. No stories from me.

Zaia wrote:*booboo face* I am a teacher, and a damn good one at that. No stories from me.

Not even of colleagues?

for some reason, a number of teahcers in my primary school used to encourage (i.e. lead) verbal bullying. I rememebr i happening to me, but it must have happened to other people...

they were just all really really petty. I mean maturity comparable to the kids, here.

One teacher I had in 5th grade did nothing but make us copy the dictionary for LA.
She sat there reading Anne Rice while our fingers bleed.
Then when someone asked to her the bathroom, she screamed at them.
Luckily, it was a sub, and only for a week. *shudder*

Frank Hipper wrote:

Zaia wrote:*booboo face* I am a teacher, and a damn good one at that. No stories from me.

Not even of colleagues?

No. Not to take away from the purpose of your thread or anything, but I constantly work my ass off (read: most days I spend over 12 hours at school, usually closer to 15) for little money and practically no recognition save that of the few students who have that little light bulb appear over their heads from time to time.

I love teaching so much, I would pay to do it, instead of getting paid to do it, and I tend to see red when people talk about teachers negatively. Obviously, yes, we're not all fabulous, but no one ever talks about the good stuff. They only talk about the scandals and the shitty teachers who never wanted to teach in the first place.

So go ahead, bitch away. I'll just go back to being a role model, parental stand-in, guidance counselor, coach, psychologist, finacial advisor, repairman, librarian, college advisor, secretary, play & musical director, disciplinarian, and, oh yeah--music teacher.

my third grade teacher, a nun! yep catholic school! agggggghhhhh! Her name was Sister Lucien. my parents called her Sister Lucifer. she liked to drag you around by the little strands of hair that hung below your ear. she had an aluminum yardstick she whacked asses with. she was fat and mean with a massive black wart on her cheek. yep, catholic schools have made me the healthy agnostic i am today!

One of my teachers got so mad at a student he picked him up and threw him into a desk. That same teacher was in charge of the comps at the school and he used to take them home to 'fix'. He would have us load them up into the back of his van, anyway the end of that year he left the school and a couple of computers 'mysteriously' disappeared.

Zaia wrote:

Frank Hipper wrote:

Zaia wrote:*booboo face* I am a teacher, and a damn good one at that. No stories from me.

Not even of colleagues?

No. Not to take away from the purpose of your thread or anything, but I constantly work my ass off (read: most days I spend over 12 hours at school, usually closer to 15) for little money and practically no recognition save that of the few students who have that little light bulb appear over their heads from time to time.

I love teaching so much, I would pay to do it, instead of getting paid to do it, and I tend to see red when people talk about teachers negatively. Obviously, yes, we're not all fabulous, but no one ever talks about the good stuff. They only talk about the scandals and the shitty teachers who never wanted to teach in the first place.

So go ahead, bitch away. I'll just go back to being a role model, parental stand-in, guidance counselor, coach, psychologist, finacial advisor, repairman, librarian, college advisor, secretary, play & musical director, disciplinarian, and, oh yeah--music teacher.

My hat's off to you, then. And, if it will make you think more of me, the best teacher I ever had was Mr. Johnson, sophmore U.S. history. He was involved, incredibly funny, insightful, and brought the best out of even the dullest student.

Unfortunately, he retired halfway through the year and was replaced with our asst. principal. That man coulcn't have given a damn if he tried.

Frank Hipper wrote:She related to us the story of the First Jet Airplane. You see, the First Jet Airplane flew sooo fast, that when it fired it's machine guns, it flew into them and shot itself down. And the First Jet Airplane flew so high, that he pilot died from lack of oxygen when he bailed out. Foolishly, yours truly had the audacity to call her on this. She went into a screaming fit that left me in tears. Making kids cry was a specialty of hers.

How could she make you cry though?

I don't think I've ever really had any bad grade school or high school teachers, per se, and I respect them for having to put up with the snot-nosed prepubescent clowns that make up half of any school's population. However, professors are different. The worst teacher I've ever had to put up with was a man named Dr. Silver, who got a doctorate from god knows where. He was my professor for BCIS 009, which was a one-credit bullshit computer class I took so I could stay a full-time student. Basically, the class was some computer basics (like making a fucking boot disk and copying files for chrissakes) and later on Microsoft Office BS (yeah, like I really need to learn how to use Microsoft fucking Word).

In a nutshell, he didn't teach. He just gave us handouts and expected us to do them, and if anybody asked a question he asked if they read the book (which he did not give out assignments for and I didn't buy). He'd often berate students too, and was just plain disrespectful. Also a very stupid, clueless PHB wannabe. Not my favorite class, but aced it anyway.

I met him at MicroCenter the other night while I was picking up a new processor, and he asked what I was doing there.

"Just picking up stuff."
"Ah, didn't learn enough to work here, heh?"
"Uh, no, I work at News12. BCIS wasn't my major."

Stupid fuck. And to think it was my department at the University (Student Computing Services) that would rescue his ass when he wanted something or fucked something up.

Glossary of terms: BCIS: Business Computer Information Systems - a major that trains you to be a soulless corporate cubicle monkey who makes endless presentations for various PHBs.

A teacher who "apparently hates children." Not a good idea.

When i was in secondary school we had teacher who physically attacked us if we fucked up. but on the whole i got on alright with my teachers. they even privatly appluaded me and backed me up when i threw a bully outta a 3rd floor window and i was charged with attempted murder.

Straha wrote:

Frank Hipper wrote:She related to us the story of the First Jet Airplane. You see, the First Jet Airplane flew sooo fast, that when it fired it's machine guns, it flew into them and shot itself down. And the First Jet Airplane flew so high, that he pilot died from lack of oxygen when he bailed out. Foolishly, yours truly had the audacity to call her on this. She went into a screaming fit that left me in tears. Making kids cry was a specialty of hers.

How could she make you cry though?

When you're an impressionable 10 year old with an adult towering over you, screaming insults and jibes and encouraging the class to laugh at you, and I was right! The whole injustice of the situation, confronting ignorance with knowledge and being ridiculed for it, an adult clawing for any advantage she can over a child, aarrgghhh FUCK! now I'm pissed just thinking about it again! HEY DEAD BITCH- CAN YOU SAY HEINKEL 178? WHO'S LAUGHING NOW? FOR KAREN PARKER, FOR CLAUDE ENGLAND, FOR SCOTT BOWLING, I WISH THERE WAS A DEVIL AND A HELL FOR YOU, MISS SWANSON!!!! Aaahhhh, much better!

Darth Pounder wrote:When i was in secondary school we had teacher who physically attacked us if we fucked up. but on the whole i got on alright with my teachers. they even privatly appluaded me and backed me up when i threw a bully outta a 3rd floor window and i was charged with attempted murder.

I hope that last part was a joke.

You gave out the name. The first teacher I've had so far is my Engish teacher. She is crazy, in class she will ramble on and on about her family all nice like, but once work starts she will go balistic if you merely talk under your breath, and she hates people asking questions before class.

God Emperor wrote:You gave out the name. The first teacher I've had so far is my Engish teacher. She is crazy, in class she will ramble on and on about her family all nice like, but once work starts she will go balistic if you merely talk under your breath, and she hates people asking questions before class.

I named some victims of hers that undoubtably have scars a hell of a lot deeper than mine, too.

Straha wrote:

Darth Pounder wrote:When i was in secondary school we had teacher who physically attacked us if we fucked up. but on the whole i got on alright with my teachers. they even privatly appluaded me and backed me up when i threw a bully outta a 3rd floor window and i was charged with attempted murder.

I hope that last part was a joke.

No. I was a very tormented child in school one day i'd had enough and did a "waterboy" on a guy knocking him out the open window. The attempted murder but came when i tried to stamp on his fingers as he held on to the window ledge. I didn't get very far mainly due to the fact that teachers backed me.

My grade 9 math teacher wouldn't let us pass a test unless we answered the last question correctly, which was always writing out the Calvin and Hobbies lyric "Tigers are nimble and light on their toes, my respect for tigers continually grows" ... that was about 13 years ago and I still remember it...

Check this.... My mom went to a one-room school in Kentucky 'til she was ten. The teacher's punishment was to bounce a kid on his knee in front of the class. That's just so fiendishly humiliating it makes my skin crawl.

Maybe I shall share some of my father's stories about Sister Mary Hitler.

I hate teachers.
Anybody with a ruler trying to whack me is going to taste his own entrails.

Necro99 wrote:I hate teachers.
Anybody with a ruler trying to whack me is going to taste his own entrails.

You hate teachers because you're a 14-year old rebel.

I'm lucky that I never had any psycho teacher until I finished highschool. Sure some of the teachers were a bit weird and a couple were borderline incompetant, but for the most part they were good teachers. Things changed when I got into university. There I encountered some really fucked up profs, who were obviously there for lucrative research projects and saw teaching as an inconvenience. For some reason more than half the profs I've had could not speak fucking english, I swear they were foreign exchange profs seeing that they spoke with heavy accents and could not string a coherant sentence together. And if you tried to ask them a question they'd just tell you to read your notes, shit, if I could understand the notes and their lousy english I wouldn't need to ask questions! Did I mention how one prof managed to lose all our final exams while on vacation in the Caribbean?

All my bad teachers came early. I had a fifth-grade English teacher who couldn't spell, a Gifted (!) teacher who claimed my behavioral problems came "because I was an only child" (no, I was a six-year-old on a ten-year-old's cognitive level who was bored off my ass in first grade!). My profs have all been good, but I think it's easier to like professors when classes range in size from 6-30 rather than the public universities with classes of 1000+.