A teacher you can't stand

[FullMetalZ]

I do remember one, however, who once uttered the phrase "no, your opinion is wrong" in a life studies (seriously? That's a class now?) lesson. She didn't even say it to me and I tore her apart for it.

I had this happen to me as well, only it was my Geography teacher, Ms. Ratliff. Someone had mentioned Iraq and she asked if anyone was actually against the war. I raised my hand (I think there was one other student who did as well) and she verbally assaulted me. I kid you not, she said, "That is the stupidest thing you could possibly think. You're an idiot." There were also some predictable and shallow references to Vietnam in there. This was my freshmen year in high school. I understand there are differing political opinons, and that's all find and dandy. But to bait your students into giving their opinion in what is SUPPOSED to be an open environment (classroom-wise) and proceed to berate them when they don't think the same thing as you? That's low.

If there is any proof that karma exists, however, she's it. My senior year, she was trying to chase down some kid who was listening to his iPod in the hallway, and she ended up tripping down the stairs and breaking her leg. Take that you rotten *****.

 

[ryai458]

I'm home-schooled so yeah...

 

[OptimisticPessimist]

I can't recall a single math teacher I've ever liked.

 

[Lbsjr]

Draculitch or however the hell she spelled it. She was evil. Not only did she fail my brother-in-law for writing about star wars on a "pick-your-own-movie" essay, she called my mother frequently because I had read the class book before everyone else and was explaining the difficult parts to my friends and called me stupid because I didn't do homework that I already understood and explained to everyone better than she could. I ended up laughing and reading my own book all class blatantly ignoring her questions and helping the rest of the class.

 

[laol1999]

i had one teacher last year that was just completely unfair
she would give tests with questions we knew nothing about because she said we need to read more of the book , but some of the info was stuff she asd taught the last year but just forgot to take off the tests
also, the best mark anyone could get on any writen paper was 80%

 

[Shock and Awe]

My 9th grade honors Civics teacher was a horrid *****. She was one of those who though the fact that she had taught at the school forever and a day meant that she was always right. One time that sticks out in my mind was when she made a comment on veterans day during a slide show on wars the US has been in. She said that Vietnam was the first war where helicopters were fielded. Anyone who has spend more than five minutes studying Korea or had even seen MASH knows that Helicopters were used in the Korean war, and the Germans even had one in WW2, but I digress...

She hated my guts, when I tried t help other students, I got in trouble, when I tried to make a comment, I got in trouble, when I did not say anything, I got in trouble. It all came to a head when I had to call the principal on her to get a book back. She was pissed beyond all hell and ranted all the way back to her classroom. When I did not get mad back she only got angrier. Her last words to me "I hope you never darken my door again". *sigh* what a delightfully horrid *****.

 

[frozen_scarecrow]

I'd just like to thank you for this thread. I'm currently "working" on a presentation about New Historicism as a literary criticism, and have been venting about my teacher the whole way. She hasn't taught us anything, in a college class ind you. I'd keep ragging on her, but there is just too much stupid teaching decisions to wade through. I don't see how she became a professor though, probably had a relative on the board.

 

[Hungry Donner]

I was an AB student and generally very well liked by my teachers. I've had a few who weren't very good at their jobs, generally due to inexperience more than anything else. However out of everyone one teacher stands out as awful because he's the only teacher I've had who went out of his way to cause me grief.


I had misunderstood an instruction about HW and stopped handing it in (this was supposed to be a one-time deal before a test). It wasn't until progress reports were sent home about five weeks later that I found out about this - no time during that period did he ever ask me why I had my HW out when we went over it in class but I was never handing it in. When my parents talked to him about it he said I was, "next on his list of students to talk to."

Five weeks. And if that wasn't bad enough I was in an after-school competitive math program he ran once a week so he had plenty of opportunity to talk to me about it.

Later that year I misplaced a binder. Every teacher had an area they put stuff like this so students could find it and after checking every classroom I was in I still didn't have it. After several days of trying to find it I started asking all of my teachers . . . . and lo and behold guess who had it! He had put it in his desk drawer.

Thee binder had my name on it, he knew exactly who it belonged to.



At the time I had no idea why he was treating me so badly, years later I had a sudden realization. My English teacher at the time was a huge baseball fan and he was a favorite teacher of mine. My great uncle wrote a number of books about Baseball so I was able to acquire autographed copies of his best known book, The Glory of Their Times, and one of his more recent publications. My English teacher was ecstatic.

My math teacher also loved baseball. I wonder if he heard about the gift I gave my English teacher and was unhappy that I didn't do the same for him.

 

[Sarpedon]

When I think of teachers I absolutely despised, two names really stand out in red.

The first was my second grade teacher, Ms. Wolfe. To this day, I still have no idea how this woman managed to keep her job. Whenever she grilled a student for doing something wrong, she would grab the child by their cheeks with one hand and squeeze, just to be sure they were looking at her and making eye contact. If not that, she would grab them by an arm and shake them like a piece of paper. She also hated kids, so i don't know why she taught second grade. I was vindicated one day, though, after I'd gotten my braces for the first time. My gums and teeth were already pretty sore, and she grabbed me by my face and squeezed. This caused the wires and brackets to rip the hell out of my inner cheek, and i spat blood and burst into tears of pain. I never saw her grab another student after that.

The second name that comes to mind is Mrs. Walter, my 8th grade Pre-algebra teacher. This woman radiated more hatred for me than I've ever felt from another human being. All my questions in class were either ignored, or answered with angry snaps of information that didn't really explain what I needed to know. She called me an idiot or a failure regularly, and practically tore my head off when I spoke to her. Just as the icing on the cake, when another student in the class had surgery that year, she made every student in all her classes make a get-well card for her, as well as sign a giant get-well card Mrs. Walter had made herself, and mailed the whole bunch to the student in a large postal bag. When I had surgery that same year, i never recieved so much as a a single card. Also, because I wasn't there to be picked on, she picked on my best friend instead.

 

[AndyFromMonday]

My Romanian teacher was a *****. Apparently having a different opinion to her own and not kissing her ass 24/7 is grounds to fail me. Yes, miss *****, I did not enjoy that book I had to read. What, I'm not allowed to voice my opinion? Then why the fuck did you ask me if I enjoyed he book in the first place? Do I have to kiss your ass every time you ask me if I enjoyed something you enjoyed? Oh, I didn't know that. Thanks for clarifying.

 

[Nannernade]

Yeah I have, two actually the first being my print teacher if you sit in the class she talks way too loud and laughs at everything she says and her nervous quirk? Well in my personal opinion this happened then in my personal opinion I could keep going on and on today I counted her saying that line 64 times in two hours.

The other is the IT guy he's just rude.

 

[Brutal Peanut]

Only one. His name was Mr.Acres, and he was my History teacher in Junior High. He was just rude. He talked down to me, spilled coffee all over my shoes and didn't apologize. He marked me down to 99 out of 100 on a report, because I spelled his name wrong on the front. He would have us print a cover sheet to put on top of the report.

Title of report
Student Name
Teacher name
Grade & Classroom #.

You know, I would have been fine with that. I asked him afterwords, "Oh, so it's only the name on the front right?" I wanted to know if it had been something else, so I could watch out for that the next time. I was an over-achiever in those days, and 99 out of a 100 made me unhappy. lol He said, "No,.." But nothing else was marked incorrectly, and he wouldn't tell me what other thing could have caused him to mark me down, but his name on the cover was the only thing marked in red ink. So I guess he was a liar too.

 

[Sticky Squid]

English teacher gave me detention and almost got me kicked out of school for laughing in the middle of the lesson.

 

[Neverhoodian]

My fifth grade teacher was a real *****. For starters, she was blatantly sexist. She would turn a blind eye at any girl who misbehaved, but if it was a boy she would openly humiliate him in front of the whole class. One boy I knew was driven to tears by this and she didn't care in the slightest.

We were given TONS of homework too, far more than what should be reasonably expected from fifth-graders. Basically it was standard procedure to have at least three hours of homework per night (not including any special long-term projects we might have as well). Not even in freaking college have I had that much school work dumped on me regularly.

By the time the school year was halfway over, everyone hated her, including the parents. I remember the hearing the father of one normally kind and good-natured family say, and I quote, that he "wanted to strangle her by the time the second semester started." During a normal parent-teacher conference session, my mother laid into her with such ferocity that she actually got her to cry. My mom is normally very considerate and patient, but the only thing she could think of at the time was how it was overdue payback for all the hell the teacher had put me through.

I think the complaints got so bad that the school decided to get rid of her, because she stopped teaching after that year. I just wish they had gotten around to it before I had her.

 

[Fappy]

This isn't so much the fault of the professor himself (he's alright), but one of my classes I am currently taking, "Film and Politics", is the biggest load I have ever heard in my life. I am learning jack shit in this class considering we spend every class talking about how the Alien Trilogy is a metaphore for rape. Why do classes like this exist!?

 

[CarpathianMuffin]

My current government teacher is one that I loathe with a fiery passion. Strange thing is, I don't really know why. Sure we disagree politically and he can be a bit of a hardass, but he's very respectful of my views and is more than a competent teacher.
I can't explain it, but something about him rubs me the wrong way.

 

[deleted_by_strongbad]

Back in high school I had two absolutely terrible teachers. My Ancient History teacher said that we should ignore the first third of our book that covered the "lie of the existence of prehistoric man" then skipped over the greek/roman sections as they didn't offer anything valuable other than "showing the temptation of the devil." and then we watched Charleton Heston's the Ten Commandments as historical fact.

The other teacher was an english composition teacher who's first assignment for us was to write a paper on adversity. So I wrote about a wiccan family that moved into my small town, and was subsequently run out of town, in the year they stayed I became pretty good friends with them, so I figured it gave me a good perspective on the issue. I got 0 points for the assignment with the only comment being, "the assignment was supposed to be about adversity, not how we should treat Satanists."

Oddly enough in the ten years between now and then, this school has become known as one of the most liberal in Illinois, championing sex education and such.

WoW. So how do goth kids work in a place like that?

A couple of my least favorite teachers included ones that my brother had before me in elementary or middle school. My brother is a bit of a trouble maker and I was guilty by being related from the get go.

Also, in high school I had some trouble with a PE teacher. I was either late or missed often because I had trouble getting to school on time (It was my first class for all of high school). Also, my brother (the trouble getting to school on time) would smoke in the car on the way to school. So I would go into gym class late, smelling like smoke. So he pretty much thought I was a joker who could care less. He also had this handle bar mustache that looked straight out of an 80's gay porno. I'm not sure what that has to do with this, but I figured I'd share anyway.

The goth kids pretty much had to wear regular clothes to school and then were goth when not in school. Same with the hippie, punk, etc crowd. My school had banned hemp jewelry/clothing, spikes, leather jewelry, any non-standard make up use, pretty much any clothing with the slightest amount of counter-culture appearance. It was awesome. They had cameras all over the school, police officers stationed permanently on campus, had cameras that looked at the surrounding blocks, and should they see anything that a teenager was doing that wasn't in accordance with policy the cops would show up and drag you home, force you to change or write you a ticket if you were smoking. They expelled a couple of kids for writing/publishing an alternative paper to the school's, the Anti-Chief. Man the mid to late nineties were a crazy go lucky time in semi-rural central illinois.

Unrelated note, your brother sounds like a riot. Luckily for me, my hooligan brother is younger than me so I didn't have to deal with the prejudging. He on the other hand was assumed to be like me so they thought he was going to be a discontent slacker, rather than a fun-loving mischevious brawling anarchist, so they actually had better expectations going in to meeting him.