Teachers can be some of the wisest, kindest, and most uplifting people in the lives of their students. However, they can also fail to hit the mark with their teaching abilities. It’s surprising how some managed to get a career in education at all. We all know those teachers—the ones who are not only grumpy and mean, but also seem ignorant, bizarre, and completely unprepared to teach a classroom! These stupid educators take the cake for the silly, dumb, and obscure things they’ve said and done to their pupils. Read on for some cringe-worthy testimonials by concerned parents:
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#1 Hey, I Mean... You Can't Fix Stupid
One of my kids was reading Grapes of Wrath for a high school English class. For those unfamiliar with the book, it's about a poor American family that moves out west looking for a better life. There's also a little side story about a turtle having trouble crossing the road. The teacher was explaining how the turtle symbolizes the family, and that they had to shed their old life much like a turtle sheds its shell. When informed that turtles don't do that, she was confused because the turtles in Super Mario come out of their shells.
#2 Actually, They're Just For Decorative Purposes...
My kid's teacher did not allow the class to read the Guinness Book of World Records. They literally have the entire collection of those books at the school library but he refused to let any of the kids read them. He even threatened to punish them if he ever caught them doing so. Yet, they also won’t remove the books from the library. It’s bizarre.
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#3 Come On, Let The Kid Have Dreams
My son's third-grade assignment: "Draw your dream house." He got an F because his dream house was unrealistic. He also failed another assignment he did on dinosaurs because apparently, dinosaurs weren't real since weren't mentioned in the bible. He got detention when he told his teacher that neither were air conditioners. Public school, the early '90s, rural Texas.
#4 So You're A Doctor, Then, Too?
When he was 11 years old, my son's teacher told him he was lying about being color blind and sent him to detention. Apparently, he didn't believe there was such a thing as color blindness. I made sure to complain about that teacher to the school board and they suspended him for a period of time. My son had since been transferred to another class.
#5 Get With The Program, Guys
A couple of years ago, my daughter went to pre-school and the teachers were fully aware that she was in speech therapy. On the first day of school, she got a bad mark for an oral presentation because she couldn't verbally tell the class what she did over the summer. That was the first in a long string of issues with her teachers that lead us to pull her out of that school before Halloween of that year.
#6 Yes, And I'm Just Pretending To Hate You
A teacher told me that the book I was reading was too advanced for my age and that I must be pretending to read it. She confiscated my copy of The Golden Compass, which I had paid for with allowance money, and made me choose a new book from her personal collection. Her books were essentially glorified picture books.
#7 I'm Pretty Sure She's Fine, Thanks!
I once had a teacher tell me that my daughter would fail at the end of the year because she would never read out loud. She tried to tell me that's how she knew she was just pretending to read. My daughter was with me, so I asked her "Hey, Miniclucks, the book you are reading at school, what is it about?" She then gave me a very good description and an almost page-by-page rundown of the book. "I think she's reading it just fine."
#8 Wow, Someone Is Bitter
In fifth grade, my science teacher tried to tell me that heavier objects fall faster, then proceeded to drop a paper and a pencil to prove it. I told him that air resistance was the reason the paper fell slower. Then, to disprove his point, I dropped a pencil and a paper clip. He watched them hit the ground at the same time but accused me of throwing the paper clip down. He is still teaching.
#9 Cannibalism Is Alive And Well, Kiddos
My son's third-grade teacher told the class that birds did not eat other birds. This was after she showed the class the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special where Woodstock sits down to eat turkey. When my son disputed her claim, she got upset with him and sent him to detention. Needless to say, I made a few visits to the principal's office to defend my son against his teacher's stupidity.
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#10 Here's A Good Old Fashioned Lesson On Trauma
When he was about five, my son's teacher decided she'd try to cure everyone in the class of their worst fears. At the time, he was afraid of the dark, so the teacher sat him in the middle of the classroom with a blanket over his head to convince him there was nothing to be scared about. She wasn't at the school the next year. Many parents also threatened to sue.
#11 So, This Isn't An English Class?
My little sister’s math teacher recently docked her a point on an assignment because she wrote: “their data suggests,” and the teacher wanted it to say “his or her” instead of “their”. In the teacher’s defense, she was foreign and not entirely fluent in English and genuinely wasn’t aware that using “they” to refer to an individual whose gender isn’t specified is not well accepted in English. But still, why dock points for grammar in math homework?
#12 Ah, Nothing Like Proving A Teacher Wrong...
A "science" teacher scolded my sixth-grade son for saying if you dropped an egg out of a moving car it would land down the road due to the forward movement (Newton). She insisted it would fall directly below the place it was released. So we did an experiment to prove he was right. She said he cheated and threw the egg forward. The important lesson my son learned: teachers don't know much. Trust observation and reason, not authority.
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#13 Hey, Could You Stop Policing My Son?
The teacher said that my son couldn't have long hair because it was "too distracting." Then, after the doctor advised us to get him shoes that were a size bigger because of severe foot pain, she informed us that he had to get new shoes that fit him right or he would not be allowed on the playground. Through gritted teeth, I explained that his pediatrician said he needed to wear bigger shoes, and filed a complaint. He was only four or five at the time, but she was so hard on him.
#14 So You Think He's A Liar And That He's Stupid?
His French teacher called the house told me he cheated on his most recent French test. He was accused of looking at someone else's paper, but everyone in the class was given different versions of the test. I asked her why she thought this, and she said, "Because he couldn't have possibly gotten over 70%, and he got a 95%." This was a couple of years ago and I'm still angry.
#15 Ah, You've Got To Love Public School
A teacher told my daughter that she will get pregnant every time she is intimate with someone. My daughter came home and told me she knew that couldn't be right because her aunt tried for a long time to get pregnant and ultimately had to pursue IVF. I complained about that teacher to the principal and she was given a nice, long talk about it.
#16 Grammar Fumble
I'll never forget this for the rest of my life: twenty years ago in eighth grade, my Language Arts teacher gave us the most convoluted, bizarre explanation about the difference between "height" and "heighth". It was something dumb like how "height" is a term to describe how tall a person is, whereas "heighth" was used in geometric measurements.
"When you need to find the length, width, and heighth of something." It made absolutely no sense. I was always pretty quiet, but I mustered up all the cajones I could and told her "heighth" was not a real word, just an incorrect way of pronouncing "height." and I got sent outside. I can't stand teachers who refuse to believe they can be wrong. How did she even land that job?
#17 Excuse Me, But My Kid Freaking ROCKS
A teacher told my kid that she didn't deserve the Italian Achievement Award because she didn't put in enough effort. Yet, she had a 97% average in the class, and the next highest student had 85%. My kid spent five months as an exchange student in Italy. She worked after school in an adult Italian Language Centre. She was a barista at an Italian coffee shop. She was planning to study international relations at university. But the number two kid still got the Italian Achievement Award because apparently, he put in more effort.
#18 But It's The Most Basic Rule Of Geometry!
"Identify the rectangles," the teacher instructed.
My son proceeded to mark a square as a rectangle.
The teacher marked it wrong and wrote, "A square is not a rectangle."
#19 Or Maybe... He Just Hates Your Class
At an after-school fundraiser, my son's teacher cornered me and my son and told us how he was unable to understand math. This was in a crowded hallway surrounded by people, so it was neither the right time nor place. I told her that she was wrong so she turned to my son and demanded, "What is eight times seven?" He tilted his head to one side, gave a sly little smile and replied, "Fifty-six!"
#20 So You Want Me To Not Be Successful? Got It
When I was in fourth grade, I remember writing a story in class that was significantly longer than everyone else’s. Mine was maybe about five pages while everyone else’s was about two. My teacher literally told me, “Stop showing off to other students, it makes them feel bad.” I was scared to tell my parents I’d gotten in trouble, and it became a recurring thing, stunting my discovery that writing is what I loved... But it all turned out okay, I'm in film school now.
#21 That's Sort Of A Health Code Violation
I had a question in fifth grade in science class: is soup served at 80 degrees or 140? I knew soup was supposed to be hot, and definitely hotter than body temperature, so I said 140. The teacher called me out in front of everyone and said she wanted soup served at 80 degrees and that 140 would burn. The only thing was, serving soup at 80 degrees is pretty much a huge violation of health code. It must be held and served to the table at 140 or higher to prevent bacteria growth.
#22 I Guess Green Just Doesn't Exist, Then
I once witnessed this in a kindergarten class: a five-year-old girl was painting and asked the teacher how she could make green from the colors she had available. The teacher, after thinking about it for a few seconds, said: "You can't make green, sweetie, it's a primary color." Moments like that make it hard to trust the educational system.
#23 Okay, Those Facts Seem A Little Obscure...
My daughter was on a field trip and I chaperoned. The lady was talking about Native Americans and I was about ready to pull my hair out listening to her. "During the ice age, like the movie, all the oceans froze. The Indians walked across the frozen ocean from Europe and migrated West. Indians use teepees in hot weather and wigwams in cold weather. Indians didn't know how to plant crops and only knew how to hunt animals and gather plants to eat. Indians hunted elephants in Florida. Indians made arrow tips from limestone because it's so strong."
I know I'm missing quite a few. It was like nearly everything she said was false. Looking back, I really wish I had stood up and said something, but my anxiety held me back. The craziest part is all the other parents and teachers kind of nodded along while I was looking around at everyone wondering if anyone else was actually listening to the stuff the lady was spewing.
#24 That's Not Exactly How That Works, Miss
In fifth grade, my teacher told the class that the percentage of fat in food listed on the labels determined how much fat was in your blood. She was saying how some foods would make your blood 9% fat and others would only make it 6%. I told her that it didn’t work like that and she just said, “No, you’re wrong.” Then, after class, she stopped me from leaving and told me I was right. She just had to “simplify it” for the other kids but was giving out totally false information.
#25 Are You Going To Find The Cure?
My teacher told my 16-year-old not to worry about drinking too many sodas. His argument was, "By the time you get diabetes, we’ll have a cure." The teacher said this to the entire class. I'm not sure who let that man become a teacher, but it worries me as a parent to know that my kids (and other people's kids) are being exposed to lies like that.
#26 Around The Time Your Braincells Did...
A teacher at my primary school was dead serious in the staff room when she asked the other teachers: "When did unicorns go extinct again?"
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#27 Actually, Ma'am, We Were Talking About You
"You're not allowed to speak Arabic with your dad in front of the other children because they will think you're talking about them." Firstly, my son doesn't speak Arabic, he speaks Urdu. Secondly, she didn't say anything to the parents who spoke German or Lithuanian or Chinese with their children. This was pure discrimination and you can bet I reported the incident.
#28 Well, The Teacher Sure Zeroed Her Out
"Anything divided by zero is zero." When my daughter pointed out that dividing by zero is impossible, the teacher gave her a zero for her homework. I brought up the issue to the principal and I was expecting the teacher to get some sort of punishment, but she was just warned to be more careful with her marking. I made sure to double-check any assignments that were given to my daughter by that teacher moving forward.
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#29 No Worries, Man, I've Got It From Here
When I was a senior in high school, I got tipsy on a trip to a band competition. The next week for my punishment, my parents had to come to school with me. My dad usually has three or four books on his nightstand at one time. He reads A LOT. When it was my dad's turn to sit with me, we were in American History. I couldn't tell you exactly what the topic was for the day, but my dad listened for about two minutes, stopped the teacher, and proceeded to teach the class what really happened in history.
My teacher was angry, and that lead to an hour-long debate. My mom thought the punishment was just meant for them (she was super embarrassed), but my dad LOVED it. All the kids in my class basically got that hour off for the whole week while my dad was there. They all told me to get into more trouble so they didn't have to work or learn anything new.
#30 Maybe You Should Transfer To A Different Job!
The teacher told my daughter she was just stupid and that she should transfer to a different school... She has dyslexia.
#31 Charity Isn't For Jerks, Dude
Just yesterday, my daughter’s teacher told her (and the whole class) that they would get in trouble if she didn’t bring in two cans of food for the food drive. I, of course, gave her the two cans but she decided not to turn them in, even after the talk we had with her about how giving food is a good thing but being forced and bullied into doing it is not okay. She said, “I will see what trouble I get into.”
#32 Well, We Know She Doesn't Teach Geography
My mom was a special needs worker, and she had this super old teacher she was working with who was tenured and thus untouchable. She started teaching in the '50s when Hawaii and Alaska were not even States yet. She taught the class (in like 2002) that there were only 48 states. My mom was like no, there are 50 now. She then told off my mother in front of a class of middle schoolers that Hawaii and Alaska were only territories and not real states. She made sure we didn't have that teacher when we came through.
#33 This Seems A Tad Bit Dramatic
When I was in kindergarten, my teacher called my parents to come to the school to break the news that I "will never be an artist". My parents were confused as to why they needed to be there to hear that since it wasn't important. I never even liked art, I just enjoyed doodling all the time in class whenever I was bored (and trust me, I was bored all the time).
#34 Hey, Technically, He Isn't Wrong
We had a substitute teacher who gave out this little questionnaire activity. One of the questions was, "Does the United Kingdom have a 4th of July?" I answered yes. He laughed at me and got the entire class to laugh at me too. When I clarified that the question was "a 4th of July" and not "Independence Day," he just ignored me and continued to make fun of me.
#35 Stay In Your Lane, Sweetheart
I was a child in the deep South where things are still a little... medieval at times. I was 15 and had suddenly been hit with the puberty bazooka: I went from flat chested to well over a D-cup in the span of summer break. My grandmother attended my parent-teacher conference and I think maybe the teacher thought since they were similar in age, they'd share the same sentiments.
The woman, a mean geography teacher that should have retired in the '80s, suggested that my grandmother should "bind" my breasts to keep them from "growing into a larger distraction for other students." My grandmother gave that woman the coldest up and down glare and simply said: "As my granddaughter displays adequate knowledge of geography and you've mentioned no concerns for her performance, I'll assume we're done here. However, a bit of personal advice, honey... Stick to geography, anatomy just isn't in your wheelhouse."
#36 Hey, I Can't Help That I'm A Genius
When I was a kid, I was a mental math wizard. I think it was by sixth grade that I was doing upper-level algebra in my head. The math I was learning at school was just that. I didn’t need to learn it. I could just do it. I just knew how. I didn’t even work problems out in my head, I just knew the answer. On one of my math tests, I was given a 0. Why? I didn’t show any of my work and it took five minutes to complete.
I was handed the test, I wrote down the answers, and turned it in. The teacher accused me of cheating and stealing answers prior to the test. I told her I just did it in my head and she said, “That is not physically possible.” She sent me to the principle's office. Even he didn’t believe me. Once my parents got involved, they pushed the teacher to create a personal test just for me. That way, I couldn’t possibly cheat. Again, I spent five minutes writing down answers and handed her the sheet. She was baffled.
#37 No, Bud, Ants Definitely Aren't Animals
I was the child. My sixth-grade teacher had us research and compile 10 poems with a running theme. I chose animals. One of my poems had to do with ants, while one was about dogs, and the other about lions, etc. When the project was returned, I noticed that I lost five points for some reason. When I asked why, my teacher said, "Your theme was animals. Since ants are not animals, I took off those points." My little 11-year-old brain imploded. I had to bring in a signed note from the biology teacher stating that ants were indeed animals to get those points back.
#38 Hey, Points For Creativity, Right?
When I was in kindergarten, my mom was called in because there was something wrong with me. Turns out, that the problem was that when I was asked to draw my family I drew everybody as ducks. They were all there—mom, dad, siblings—but they were ducks. The teacher insisted this was very serious and my mother asked why. They said they didn't know, but it wasn't normal. My mom was very annoyed.
#39 I Think The Kid Knows His Own Name...
My brother’s kindergarten teacher tried to convince him that his name was Alexander when it's just Alex. There was another student in his class named Alexander who preferred to be called Alex, so the teacher tried to change my brother's name to make it easier for the class to distinguish the two. The teacher actually drove my brother to tears when he tried to explain what his real name was. My parents were furious. They marched straight into her classroom the next morning, completely uninvited and gave her heck in front of her class. They even threatened to pursue legal action on her for intentionally causing emotional distress to their child. From that moment on, she never hesitated to call my brother just Alex.
#40 Every Doctor Ever Would Sorely Disagree
A middle school teacher was telling the class how a lack of exposure to germs in developed countries has weakened our immune systems and led to various autoimmune diseases. Then she said that in third world countries in Africa they had stronger immune systems and that they didn't have diseases. I'm not sure where she sourced her information from.
#41 Yep, She Really Is That Stupid
We were getting a tour of the school's community garden. The teacher is rambling on about the different veggies and stuff they grew. We are walking by these giant sunflowers.
Teacher: "Oh, these are sunflowers... for making popcorn."
Me: "...You mean you add them to popcorn?"
Teacher: "No... Sunflower seeds make popcorn!"
Me: "I'm 100% sure corn kernels are used for making popcorn..."
She sighed and moved on, continuing to think I was a hulking 6'5" Neanderthal. We got to the herb section and she pointed at the thyme and rosemary.
Teacher: "This is thyme and rosemary, we use these to make chocolate."
Me: "What? You add those to chocolate, that has to give it a funky taste; I'm surprised the kids like it."
Teacher: "No! We don't ADD it to chocolate. CHOCOLATE IS MADE FROM THEM!"
I gave up questioning her at this point and finished the tour silently contemplating how this woman can zip up her pants in the morning, let alone get a degree and teaching certificate.
#42 Sometimes, Actions Speak Louder Than Words...
She decided to get us to write down things we couldn’t do. What she should have done was ask for an academic goal or something similar. I think one kid said he couldn’t jump in a volcano or something like that. Well, one kid had an allergy and submitted it as a thing he couldn’t do. I guess the teacher thought maybe it was a personal preference rather than a medical issue and tricked him into eating something with it in it. I think it was strawberries or something like that. Needless to say, she didn’t come back the next day and we had a sub for half a year.
#43 Sorry, Buddy, But You're Too Good At Testing
When we took a standardized test at the beginning of the school year, I scored a perfect score. At the end of the year, we took the same test and I scored a perfect score once again. But I wasn’t allowed to go to the ice cream party because my score “didn’t improve” from the first time to second. How does that even make any sense?
#44 Wait... You Teach Science, Right?
My seventh-grade science teacher condescendingly told me there was no such thing as dry ice.
#45 Someone Didn't Win The Spelling Bee
Me: "How do you spell 'barely'?"
Teach: "That's not a real word, you can't use it."
Me: "Yes it is."
Teach: "No it isn't."
The other students seemed just as confused as me.
#46 Reaching Out For Help From A Teacher Doesn't Always Work
I was a target of bullying. Kids kept drawing awful ugly photos and leaving them on my desk with words of profanity about my appearance. One day, I had enough—the bullying at school compounded with the abuse I experienced at home made me break. So when I saw another photo, I broke down crying and brought it to my teacher. She grabbed it, took a quick glance, then asked if I wanted it back. She did nothing to help... She wouldn’t even listen to me talk about the constant bullying. I was in 7th grade and I still remember it to this day.
#47 If You Tell A Student They Will Never Succeed In Life, You Should Be Fired
My math teacher used to use me as a bad example for other students, and he used to constantly remind me that I am terrible in math and would never succeed in life. This still gets to me sometimes, but it has been a couple of years now since the last time I've seen him. Oh well.
#48 This Teacher Must Have Some Evil In Her
My fourth-grade teacher had a reputation for making one boy in her class an unpopular scapegoat each year. Lucky me. In previous years, I'd been just another kid on the playground, but within two months, the other kids wouldn't play with me during recess. One day, I refused to go outside. She asked why, and I foolishly told her that the other kids didn't like me.
When they came back in, she marched me to the front of the class and asked for a show of hands to see who didn't like me. Fourth-grade kids (mostly) did what fourth-grade kids do. I broke down that night and told my mom what had happened. She marched into school the next day, set up a meeting that included the principal, and tore the teacher to shreds.
I was still stuck in that class, but the teacher moved on to a new victim. Funny thing how self-esteem influences academic performance. My school used to give us a Stanford Binet IQ Test every year. My score dropped ten points from third to fourth grade, then rose twenty points in fifth grade when I had a nurturing teacher. If you are still alive, I hate you, Mrs. Ericson.
#49 This Teacher's Assumptions Were Dead Wrong
A teacher told me I was a liar to the whole class as she didn't believe my grandmother was a World War II evacuee. She refused to believe me as she assumed my mom was younger than she looked at the time, and therefore my grandmother should have been younger as well. She thought my mom was in her late 20s when in reality she was in her early 40s at the time.
#50 Terrorizing Students Was His Way Of Teaching
#51 But Books Aren't Genderized
During quiet reading time, the teacher brought me to the front of the class because I was reading a book for girls. He asked me, "Why are you reading a girl's book? Are you a GIRL?" Then made me chose a book for ‘boys’ to read. I was maybe 10 or 11. The book was Matilda by the way. I don't understand how Matilda is a girl's book... What, because Matilda is a girl? I hope that the teacher isn't teaching anymore.
#52 Be Sure Before You Accuse A Student Of Plagiarism
#53 He Should Have Been Fired On The Spot
#54 Shouting Is Not Going To Make It Better
#55 This Female Teacher Should Have Been More Understanding
One time, I was on my period and I asked the teacher to go to the bathroom multiple times. She refused to let me go. Eventually, I stained my uniform and the chair I was sitting in. I was so embarrassed that I started crying. When my mother found out, she not only made the school fire that jerk, but she also sued her for denying me my basic human right.
#56 Sex-Ed Should Not Be A Secret
The girls in our elementary school were given "the talk" before the boys. The basic puberty stuff: your body is starting to change, you might develop breasts, sweating, etc. They made a huge deal about keeping it quiet. "It's the girls' little secret," they'd say. "Don't go spreading it around the school." My best friend was a boy and naturally, I skipped right off to tell him why suddenly half the class had an assembly all by themselves. My teacher heard about it, got me alone, grabbed me by both arms AND SHOOK ME. "Keep your mouth shut." She was my favorite teacher up until then.
#57 Mocking Students Does Not Help Them Learn
#58 Talk About Insensitive
#59 You Should Not Be A Teacher If You're Into Bullying Five-Year-Olds
When I was in kindergarten, I didn’t make it to the bathroom in time and I wet myself. I went to the nurse's office to get new clothes but instead of underwear, I had to wear a pull-up. Not a big deal. I guess it was school policy for kids my age, I don’t really know. When I get back to my class, my teacher loudly said, “Oh good, the baby is finally back,” or something like that.
She also knew about the policy and asked if I was wearing a diaper so every other student could hear. I was five years old and felt a ton of shame and humiliation. I started crying and tried to get out of school a lot because of it. My teacher often referred to me as a baby for the rest of the year. Also, she would constantly ask if I needed to potty or if I was wearing a diaper like I was a toddler or something.
#60 This Nun Took Her Insults Way Too Far
Back in 1st grade, I was at this private school. Despite not enjoying reading, I actually loved school and had a ton of friends. One day, my sister stayed home because she was sick, so my parents dropped me off. As I was walking in, I said hi to the nun that taught the other 1st-grade class. She said hi and I kept walking. As I was approaching the end of the hall she dropped her keys. I heard it happen so I turned around and looked.
Between her and I were two 4th-grade boys I recognized from my sister's class. They started to approach her to pick up her keys, but she immediately lost it and started screaming at me, saying I was rude and awful. The boys were as confused as I was. I got pulled out of class to talk to the principal that day and I really thought I did something horrible.
I was punished and made to feel like I hurt this nun. When my dad picked me up that day, I just started to sob, and I didn't stop until we got home. I was having a full-blown panic attack. My moral values were being questioned and I was horrified at myself. My parents were furious and they called my teacher the next day, demanding to know what happened.
All she said was that she was unsure. My parents went in the next morning for answers and we got an apology from the principal but not from the nun. I remember standing at the counter with my big sister, and at some point, the nun walked in and started being rude to me again. My sister was standing there horrified, and so was the front office secretary.
My mom came to the rescue and ripped the nun a new one. The nun didn't know my parents were there when she unleashed her fury on me. My parents went to the head Father at this parish and read him the Riot Act. When he tried to defend the nun, my parents proceeded to our bishop, who clobbered the whole school. But by then, the damage was done: I was a target to the nun.
I stopped being myself at school, and I became very insecure and quiet. My sister and those boys took it upon themselves to check on me as often as possible and they became targets too. At the end of the school year, my parents pulled us and we went to a new school. I never got my confidence back.
#61 Throwing Out A Student's Prized Trading Cards Is A Bit Of An Overreaction
This is more of a light-hearted “traumatic" experience from a teacher. In 4th grade, I collected Yu-Gi-Oh cards and I had gotten the new Three Egyptian God cards. Well, I was caught playing with them during class and my teacher took them from me and threw them out. I was devastated after all the packs opened and cards traded to acquire them. I never forgave her.
#62 Separation Of Church And State Please
When I was in 2nd grade, my mom passed away. When I was in 3rd grade, the evil witch of a teacher held me back from recess one day for something. While it was just us in the room, she asked if I went to church. I said no. She then told me that I was not going to heaven and would never see my mom again. I hated that witch.
#63 The Words You Speak To Children Really Do Have An Impact
I was in 4th grade and found a dry erase marker on the playground. I wrote my initials on the tire swing. My classmate ratted me out. I got yelled at for like 20 minutes straight about vandalism of school property. She started going off about how it's the first step to becoming a criminal. Being a little kid, this scared the heck out of me. It was probably another two years before I believed that I wasn't going to become a criminal as an adult.
#64 Not How You Treat A Student With Disabilities
#65 When A Student Has Trouble Focusing, It's Likely Not Their Fault
#66 He Was Not Allowed To Be Happy On His Birthday
A teacher screamed at me because I came in smiling and humming. In my defense, it was my freaking birthday. She said it was disruptive and I cried on the spot.
#67 He Read Way Too Far Between The Lines Of This Teen's Poem
I was consistently targeted by my teacher. It was endless, just one thing after the next. He took my stuff, went through my stuff, punished me extra and targeted me for random nonsense. At the end of the year, we went to an “outdoor ed” camp (a three-day ‘coming of age’ camp for moving into middle school) and there was a poetry workshop going on.
This was a Christian school, and being a Christian, I wrote a poem where the synopsis was: “Despite my difference to others, I am loved and cherished by God and still hold value.” He read it later and sat me down with my father, shaming me for being a disgrace to God and the faith. He was one of many teachers that recommended me for medication.
#68 Discouraging Students Is Not Helpful
My computer teacher shamed me into withdrawing from the one programming class the school offered. After the first day, he said he didn't think I was capable of learning how to program and that other kids more capable couldn't take it because I was filling a spot.
#69 Blondes Are Smart Too
I enrolled in college early, while I was still in high school. I had a professor who really made me love politics and law, so I decided that’s what I wanted to focus my academic career on. I did well in all of my courses and was setting myself up to start my bachelor's with political science pre-law as my major. All was going well until one professor came along—an older man who hated me from day one.
He saw me, this young, blonde girl in his class, and decided I wasn’t worth his time. He would constantly answer all of my questions condescendingly, and in an effort make me feel dumb, he would call on me to answer questions on material he hadn’t taught yet. Finally, at the end of the semester, he handed back my final paper and decided to have “a talk” with me after the rest of the class left.
He told me that maybe politics and law wasn’t the thing for me and that maybe I should look into doing something different. Jokes on him though, I ended up completing my major, and I worked as part of the main staff on a major campaign in 2012. Then, after all that fun, I decided I didn’t want to go to law school and I now work for the government.
#70 If You Don't Have Anything Nice To Say, Don't Say Anything At All
#71 This Is Why Students Don't Confide In Teachers
In the 8th grade, I had a book report to do for four books all due on the same day. It was way too overwhelming to do at the time. I had some serious domestic violence going on at home between my parents. I spent all my time taking care of my younger brother, cleaning up the house, cooking, and crying from all the stress.
It was worth 20% of my grade and the day before it was due, I broke down and told my teacher everything that was going on at home. If I had even received a B, my dad would have taken it out on my mom for not raising me to be smart. My teacher called child services and my parents received the call. They told him I lied just to get out of the assignment.
The social worker told my teacher what my parents said and made the rest of my year a living heck. He treated me with such pettiness after that and threatened to call my parents whenever I had either spoken too loud in class or whenever I was not participating. My home life got significantly harder after that, and my parents told my entire family continuously how stupid I was for telling him.
They laughed at me when I cried or got upset about it. Years later after repressing everything I was diagnosed with severe PTSD from childhood trauma as a witness and victim of domestic violence, and it took me three years in therapy to get over it.
#72 A Teacher That Sides With Bullies Should Not Be A Teacher
In my senior year of high school, my mental health took a steep dive. I was dealing with a lot of instability at home. One of my closest friends had become a relentless antagonistic bully to me, and the only thing that made me feel better was playing bass guitar in the jazz band class. Or it was until our band teacher left. The replacement, Mrs. Rath, was just terrible.
I think she tried, but she was not good. My bully ran that class and Rath encouraged it. My bass guitar skills "weren't good enough" so I ended up being banished to play triangle and jingle bells. I became very depressed. I'll never forget the day she asked us our opinions on a specific piece we were playing (which was objectively horrible).
She called on me and I said that I didn't like it. She then yelled at me for being negative and "being the worst member of the band" until I cried. She made me play songs faster and harder until I permanently scarred the tendons in both of my wrists, and whenever my bully decided to lash out at me, Mrs. Rath would watch and laugh.
#73 Inappropriate Is An Understatement For This Teacher's Behavior
Starting in sophomore year of high school, every Valentine’s Day I would get a secret admirer card in my locker. Being an idiot high school girl, I was super flattered and my friends and I would try to figure out who it was. Finally, come senior year, I get another sweet admirer card, except this year it is sent to my home address and, instead of being handwritten, it's typed out and pasted onto the card, with the lyrics from one of my teacher's favorite Bob Dylan songs “Simple Twist of Fate.” So turns out my secret admirer all throughout high school was, in fact, one of my teachers. On top of the secret admirer cards, the day after I graduated he started texting me inappropriate things. No thanks, buddy.
#74 Good Intentions, Horrible Outcome
I had some mental health issues developing and spent a lot of time out of class with the well-being staff. When someone asked where I was one day, the teacher, who I previously looked up to and had confided in, decided to tell everyone that I was doing terribly and needed help. When I confronted him and asked him why he did that, he said he thought it would help so people would be gentle (I do believe he had good intentions).
#75 Pushing A Teacher Too Far Can Be Dangerous
I had a religion teacher in high school named Mr. Nguyen, who was working on becoming a Jesuit priest. He was a really cool guy. He always had a smile on his face and did his best to make the class a fun experience for everyone. There was a kid in my class who was a really annoying guy, but Mr. Nguyen was always really patient with him, until one day he pushed him too far.
I forgot exactly what the kid said, but it definitely crossed the line. Mr. Nguyen slammed his fists on his desk and shouted, "Why can't you EVER shut your mouth!" He then picked up his stapler and chucked it at the kid, missing his head by a few inches and leaving a huge dent in the wall. He then stormed out into the hallway. Even though I wasn't the one that got the stapler, that was still something crazy to experience. I had never seen a teacher blow up like that and I definitely never expected it from him.
#76 That's One Way To Embarrass Your Students
Well, I once had a teacher who would read our test scores in front of the entire class.
#77 Hazing Fifth Graders Does Not Toughen Them Up
My family moved from the north to Florida when I was going into the fifth grade. My teacher, for some reason, thought this shy, awkward, small-town girl needed to be toughened up by the class. I was so badly teased and isolated that I almost blacked out my entire fifth grade from my memory. My mom, who actually worked at the school, said I came home crying every day. She was an underlying problem and tried, but failed, to get me switched to another class. I ended up becoming “tougher” only after we moved away from that horrible school.
#78 The Best Way To Deal With Bullies Can Sometimes Get You In Trouble
In high school, I was maybe six feet tall in grade 11. I was a varsity wrestler. A kid who was in grade 10, five feet tall maybe, was a massive bully to everyone and used his size as a defensive mechanism from retaliation. One day, I was eating lunch at a picnic table alone and he came behind me and started choking me. I stood up, pulled him over my shoulders and set him on the ground gently knowing there was staff all around.
The assistant principal saw this and gave me a suspension for three days and tried convincing the parents of the bully to press charges on me for beating on the smaller kids. Thankfully, the dad knew his kid was a punk (I'm assuming) and stood up for me with the "boys will be boys" line. I'm sure he knew the assistant was full of it. It was traumatic in the sense I thought I would be punished even though I was a victim standing up for myself. My mom grounded me for a week. My dad brought me home my favorite burger joint dinner every night and said, "I'm proud of you for not being violent to troubled people."
#79 It's Not A First Grader's Fault When They Are Late For Class
In 1st grade, I had the worst teacher. There were a few times it was really bad. One time, I went out for lunch with my grandparents who were in town visiting. After we ate, my grandma took me to a store. She bought me new colored pencils (I was obsessed with drawing and coloring). She then dropped me off at school and I was late. I'm not sure how long (I was six or seven) but all the kids in my class had gone to the gym.
I put my new pencils on my desk but quickly opened them to look before I left. My teacher came into the class and started yelling at me for being late. I didn't know and she didn't realize but my grandma had followed me and was actually in the hall listening. My grandma came in and started getting mad at her. I can't remember what was said but it was upsetting and I was bawling by this point. My grandma told me to get my stuff and took me out of school for the rest of the day. That woman was horrible and should have never been allowed around young kids.
#80 Those With Social Anxiety Do Not Want Extra Attention In Class
#81 It Sounds Like The Punishment Did Not Fit The Crime
#82 A Display Of Blatant Discrimination
Listening to my health teacher explain that all gay people were bad people. I was openly gay.
#83 Embarrassing Students Does Not Help Them Learn
My 4th-grade teacher played a “game” in math class where we’d have to write the answer to the problem on a whiteboard, hold it up, and if you got it wrong, you’d have to do a “consequence” (dance, sing, anything embarrassing). I struggled with the math we were learning, so I was always getting questions wrong with a few other students and I hated the game. It only made me hate math more and I fell further and further behind. I thought I was just terrible at math until I finally got a great teacher sophomore year.
#84 The Case Of The Missing Candy Bars
In grade school, my teacher had me and two other students stay back during recess so another teacher could come in, drag our desks into the hall, tip them over and rifle through everything. I was so confused as to why this was happening and why that teacher was so maniacal. In the end, we got to put our desks back and my teacher told me that someone stole the other teacher’s candy bars earlier that morning and they thought it was us because she put her bag down in the hall next to us when we were waiting to go to our first class. Lo and behold, that teacher found her candy bars and “rewarded” each of us with one candy bar. To write this and think back on it, it’s so weird and a bit scarring.
#85 Let The Bloody Kid Go To The Bathroom Already
When I was in high school, I got a lot of nose bleeds. Like, a lot. I got one in the middle of class once and I asked the teacher for a tissue. She said she didn’t have any so I asked to go to the toilet to get one. She still said no. At some point, the blood was dripping from my hands, so I urgently asked her again if I could excuse myself.
She ended up yelling at me for repeating myself, then sending me to isolation for ‘disrupting the class’ with the pool of blood that was on my desk. Thankfully, she got exactly what she deserved—she was fired for putting my life at risk. I must say, when you get a nose bleed like that, you really see how much blood is inside of you.
#86 Humiliating Students Was The Name Of His Game
This professor was giving a pointless class in college. My phone accidentally rang because I was waiting for a medical call, and I interrupted him because of that. I apologized and said, “Sorry,” and the jerk said, “Sorry for your parents that pay your college fee, they’re wasting money.” Loud to everyone in the class. I had a huge urge to punch him but remained silent because I was changing careers that semester and would not see him for another course anyway. He always got away with humiliating students with those types of comments for petty stuff. Everyone hated that jerk.
#87 This Teacher Was So Great He Traumatized His Student By Leaving The School
I never made a connection with any of my teachers except for one. It was the 5th grade and I got bullied a lot. No one seemed to care except for my English teacher, Mr. Coleman. He gave me a job after class sorting books and stuff so that I didn't have to take the bus. I loved to read so he would give me books meant for some of the older grades that he thought I'd enjoy. We grew closer, and the most traumatic day I ever had was when he announced that he'd be leaving at the end of the year. I felt devastated that my only friend and mentor would be gone. I ran into the bathroom crying.
#88 The Football Coach Was A Real Monster
In our school, the football coach wanted me to play on the team, so in order to get me to play, he publicly embarrassed me for an entire class period, saying such things that I was a coward and had a yellow streak down my back. His angry ranting went on for an hour with the class sitting in stunned silence. He also stood in the doorway to prevent me from leaving the room. After that experience, I had great difficulty with public speaking for years. I learned for the first time that monsters can be real. Thankfully, he is now deceased from natural causes.
#89 Passing A Girl A Harmless Note Is Not Harassment
When I was in 4th grade, I passed a note to a girl I liked. It was a super tame note, just said something like "I think you're cute, will you be my girlfriend?" Typical 4th grader stuff, really. The teacher saw me trying to pass the note and intercepted it before it reached the girl. She read it (not out loud) and pulled me into the hallway. She said what I was doing was wrong, and that it was harassment.
She said it was the sort of thing men go to jail for. She kept saying "harassment" over and over in that little talk. I barely even understood what harassment even was, but I knew it was bad. It made me feel like such a creep, like a predator. It made me cry from embarrassment and fear of going to jail. After I was done crying, she let me go back into the classroom. Gotta admit, that really messed up my view of women for a while. It made me think of girls as scary and unapproachable. Took me a while to break out of that, too.
