I had a teacher that could spend years if he wanted to talking about anything, his last topic was Spanish trains, after they came up in the listening mock, we never did finish that test, it just really slowed down our progress which is kinda important, in a 2 year period (To be fair you could take advantage of him when you felt like not working)
what's the Worst teacher you have ever had. No names please
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Holy shit... in Grade 5?!? I hope she got fired and is working in McDonalds right now. No one should say that or do that to anyone! Especially since you were just a little kid. I could expect that from a schoolyard bully, but from a teacher?!? Also some of these stories about forced prayers and having your left hand tied down are unbelieveable! My story is going to make me sound like I got it easy.
Right now I have a teacher who "teaches" a class called "Tourism". I picked this class to get an easy elective (a rest between 3 other hard subjects). What I got instead was the hardest class of this semester. Currently we have FOUR long-term projects on our plates, all due before June. My grade is the worst I've ever gotten, 53.6% and I'm struggling to do HALF the assignments and keep up with my goddamn REAL subjects. Then when there are lulls in the storm, the teacher picks out the most mind-numbing tasks possible. Once we had to copy two chapters of our textbook out for no purpose whatsoever. The two days we copied out those chapters were days we were going to be in Vancouver. However, we had to give up our Pro-D day (a holiday) so there were few volunteers, all girls as it amounted to a big shopping trip. So I guess it was "revenge" for the trip being cancelled. All this hell started right when we were supposed to go on the trip.
My history teacher was an asshole. He would give my projects a low grade all the time, no matter how much effort I put into it. I actually tried a few things to prove he did that for personal reasons. One of them was using an old project from my older brother (who had a high grade for it) and I got a low grade. The other was asking another history teacher to check out my project, who said he'd give it a higher one.
Also, our vice-principal had a striking resemblance to Adolf Hitler. No kidding, we made it a habit to do nazi salutes and put out fingers under our noses when he wasnt looking.
Also, our vice-principal had a striking resemblance to Adolf Hitler. No kidding, we made it a habit to do nazi salutes and put out fingers under our noses when he wasnt looking.
makes sense, teachers all seem to hate me cause i talk a lot ad constantly walk along the line without ever crossing it so they cant really ever give me an afterschool (though sometimes they give me ones for stupid things like no homework done just because it's the only chance they get) and just slowly start hating me and dishing out lunchtimesthisnameistaken2 said:
however, this year, theyve all realised that these lunchtimes didnt affect me and so just gave up on that
anywho, as for worst, when i was 13, my form tutor and art teacher was the most retarded old hag you'd ever meet, constantly accusing me of talking when i wasnt, sending me out for nothing and discrediting all my work, then one i snapped and shouted at her for a good 3 minutes before storimng off and a year later she quit - good times
EDIT - oh yeah, when i was 7, i had this fat turd of a teacher who liked to victimise me a lot, to a point where i eventually had to change schools - what a fuck she was
Hmm. Well, neither of my science teachers went to my lessons so I ended up failing that course.
One of my psychology teachers exploded when I said something or other, but I don't remember why. I remember being so confused that he was angry at me and being further confused when he was angry at my confused face caused by the previous confusion. His angry face was also VERY similar to his happy face, which caused further confusion.
My ICT teacher didn't care if we were having trouble with the work as we should just 'do it', well sir, you might want to actually TEACH US IT FIRST.
My old maths teacher couldn't speak english at all either. It was awful being taught maths and russian at the same time.
Not exactly 1 specific teacher but whatever.
One of my psychology teachers exploded when I said something or other, but I don't remember why. I remember being so confused that he was angry at me and being further confused when he was angry at my confused face caused by the previous confusion. His angry face was also VERY similar to his happy face, which caused further confusion.
My ICT teacher didn't care if we were having trouble with the work as we should just 'do it', well sir, you might want to actually TEACH US IT FIRST.
My old maths teacher couldn't speak english at all either. It was awful being taught maths and russian at the same time.
Not exactly 1 specific teacher but whatever.
My six grade teacher called my a mentally retarded, pathological liar after I read a summary of an article I read in "Discover" science magazine in front of the whole class. We had a cluster program so I saw her next year and she started the year discussing the article I read last year so basically I was a year ahead of the class on one subject so she decided that to save herself the hassle of mentioning a subject she was not going to touch for another year by humiliated me in front of the class. And the kicker, she was black. She just hated Latinos.
A former mathematics teacher. She was EVIL in all senses of the word. She threw a board-eraser at a pupil once. We reported her and no justice was served. It was pathetic. She couldn't teach. She expected silence all of the time, and didn't explain anything, she just wrote it on the board. She needs to be taken out of the education system.
My art teacher in Year 9 was a *****. Every time I had art, she wouldn't start the lesson without calling me up to the front and publicly announcing at least three things wrong with my work. She yelled at me to stop talking when I wasn't. She ignored her class pets teasing me until I hit them or told them to shut up. She never helped me, just expected me to get on with it. She didn't agree that art is subjective. She always made me do the scrubbing and washing up when it was the others that made the mess. She told me off when somebody wiped his glue-spreader in my hair. I hated her, I rebelled, I got detentions every night. Sixty in one term really says something. Eventually, I decided to leave the school, and I had a taster week at another place (my current place- well, I just left for study leave). During that time, a homework was given out and taken in, and, when I came back, she was furious and did not accept my answer of 'I was at another school'. She gave me a detention, scheduled for 4pm the next friday, which was to be my last day ever at that school, and also ended at 12pm. Instead of waiting for four hours to do an hour of menial tasks just for being away with leave, I burnt my art project, put it in a small box, labelled 'You said you wanted my project to be unique, and I'm pretty sure nobody else has done this', and put it on her desk, to find after final assembly.
Grinning with glee, I walked out of that school at 12 pm, with the rest of the students, never to return.
Apparently she burst into tears, so I had to write a letter of apology. It was well worth it though.
Grinning with glee, I walked out of that school at 12 pm, with the rest of the students, never to return.
Apparently she burst into tears, so I had to write a letter of apology. It was well worth it though.
I had a few bad ones. In 6th grade, a science teacher took a disliking to me instantly because my cousin had been in his class a few years before that and my cousin was...disruptive to say the least. He swore at the teacher and was very violent. My cousin and I share a very rare last name and look quite a bit alike, so the science teacher clearly assumed I'd be the same. Or, upon learning that I was quite shy and timid, decided he'd still punish me for my cousin's behavior. He kinda redeemed himself later on when he found out how much I was bullied.
There was another teacher in that same grade who, fortunately, liked girls...but absolutely hated boys. So I never had to deal with him too much. Girls got easy A's, but boys were lucky to get D's. He was constantly threatening to beat them, too, and frequently mentioned how sad he thought it was that he was no longer allowed to do so.
More recently, I had a teacher who seriously freaked me out. He chose to give us very sick stories for required reading--things about necrophilia, cannibalism, dead babies. Very intense sort of guy, who'd get right in your face to stare you down. He loved stories about bad guys who played mind games on victims and practiced those same games on us. If we annoyed him, he'd (jokingly) say we should visit his basement, and not mind the bars on the doors or the sharp tools inside.
There was another teacher in that same grade who, fortunately, liked girls...but absolutely hated boys. So I never had to deal with him too much. Girls got easy A's, but boys were lucky to get D's. He was constantly threatening to beat them, too, and frequently mentioned how sad he thought it was that he was no longer allowed to do so.
More recently, I had a teacher who seriously freaked me out. He chose to give us very sick stories for required reading--things about necrophilia, cannibalism, dead babies. Very intense sort of guy, who'd get right in your face to stare you down. He loved stories about bad guys who played mind games on victims and practiced those same games on us. If we annoyed him, he'd (jokingly) say we should visit his basement, and not mind the bars on the doors or the sharp tools inside.
My worst teacher would have to be my 7th grade english and religion teacher. He was racist and didn't like non filipinos. He was just a terrible teacher and his accent made him hard to understand. In one religion test we had to write three prayers and had 17 multiple choice questions. I answered all the multiple choice questions correctly and wrote two of the three prayers. I got a 45 on that test. He also told me that one of the prayers that I did remember didn't count because his four best and favourite students didn't remember it. He also failed me on an english test because I pointed out a grammatical error that he had made. He also tried to hit me once. He never did so again and gave me As for the rest of the year. He still failed everyone else though (except for his star students) because of stupid things like being hindu or buddhist and for being something other than filipino.
One of my English teachers.
He acted like he was infallible. He never admitted when he was wrong. When he made a blatantly incorrect mark on one of my assignments, even when many other students agreed that it was correct, he refused to change it. You had to do everything his way otherwise he would take off an absurd number of points.
For an English teacher, he's incredibly narrow minded. Only English teacher I have ever had a problem with.
He acted like he was infallible. He never admitted when he was wrong. When he made a blatantly incorrect mark on one of my assignments, even when many other students agreed that it was correct, he refused to change it. You had to do everything his way otherwise he would take off an absurd number of points.
For an English teacher, he's incredibly narrow minded. Only English teacher I have ever had a problem with.
my PE teacher was fucking weird.....
i forgot my PE kit (on purpose) so i could finish my art work for remembrance day for the big event...she had me sit in the corner and mark down the scores instead
=/...whats the point in that? when i could be getting some thing more important done...
i forgot my PE kit (on purpose) so i could finish my art work for remembrance day for the big event...she had me sit in the corner and mark down the scores instead
=/...whats the point in that? when i could be getting some thing more important done...
My grades 10,11,12 advanced chemistry class. Though my reasons are strange. I walked out of those classes with a 98,99,98 respectively. But I rarely showed up. There was obviously something going on that was well past illegal and then less so by the last year. But when I applied for post secondary, everyone suggested I go into chem, and although I remember some of it, there was alot of excuses as to why I couldn't proceed in that field.
So what happened after that? Did she get in trouble or something?zauxz said:
I want to know, since I hate art plagiarism.
I had a math vampire as a teacher for Trig.
See, I was always good at math. Not anymore. The longer you stayed in her class, the less math you knew. She taught me a lot of it wrong, neglected some important things... everything. The only reason anyone passed is because she scaled grades majorly.
I ended up teaching the class at random. We slept through some classes and, when she noticed, she'd start grading papers. (ALL OF US. And it was a small class.)
...She was also a... well. I'm not sure what she was. She was a bit of a granola-crunching hippy type.
Remember, now, this was a Christian private school. She professed to be one was well, thus... it was a BIT unexpected when she started telling us random stories about how there was a witch who lived next door to her and how this witch made a potion for my teacher's husband's persistent foot warts and how she made it out of spring water in a rotted stump at midnight and how the warts never returned until the old woman died. All of this IN THE MIDDLE OF MATH CLASS.
It was midday and I swear I could hear crickets in the following completely dead pause.
(I have no problem with said type of person, but... uhhhhhh... time and place, lady. She was SHOCKED when she was fired, too, and her entire family has held a grudge ever since.)
See, I was always good at math. Not anymore. The longer you stayed in her class, the less math you knew. She taught me a lot of it wrong, neglected some important things... everything. The only reason anyone passed is because she scaled grades majorly.
I ended up teaching the class at random. We slept through some classes and, when she noticed, she'd start grading papers. (ALL OF US. And it was a small class.)
...She was also a... well. I'm not sure what she was. She was a bit of a granola-crunching hippy type.
Remember, now, this was a Christian private school. She professed to be one was well, thus... it was a BIT unexpected when she started telling us random stories about how there was a witch who lived next door to her and how this witch made a potion for my teacher's husband's persistent foot warts and how she made it out of spring water in a rotted stump at midnight and how the warts never returned until the old woman died. All of this IN THE MIDDLE OF MATH CLASS.
It was midday and I swear I could hear crickets in the following completely dead pause.
(I have no problem with said type of person, but... uhhhhhh... time and place, lady. She was SHOCKED when she was fired, too, and her entire family has held a grudge ever since.)