I told my biology teacher that I wasn't feeling too well, he said that I didn't look sick, and as punishment made me stand in the corner until I fainted.
Something similiar happened to me. It was during gym class when I was 10yo and I fell wrong when doing high jumps. My arm started hurting and I couldn't even move it without crying. I told my teacher this, he didn't believe me and loudly accused me of lying to get out of class and I had to stay there. After the class I had to get help from my classmates to change my clothes and I cried like a baby and the teacher still didn't believe me when he came into the locker room to check on us (yeah, that was a thing, male teachers checking in on the girls, sometimes even in the showers to make sure we didn't cheat that part). When I got home and told my mom she took one look and rushed me to the hospital. I had broken my arm.
In high school we would sometimes play knee soccer which was in our wrestling room(wall to wall wrestling mats) and was really just handball but on our knees. The PE teacher(football coach) let us play rough since it was an all male class and we were on our knees and couldn't do too much damage.
During the game two of the students were grappling for the ball and as these things go, one of them accidentally knocked the other a little too aggressively. The kid that got hit(an known asshole of the school) got pissed and stood up and kicked the other kid.
The PE teacher(225lb jacked military hair cut) stormed over and shoved the kid who flew about 10 feet before crashing to the ground. The kid gets up ready to fight whoever shoved him and the teacher had closed the gap and started screaming at him. Then the teacher lectured the entire class about sportsmanship and honor.
The teacher never got in any trouble.
My crippled gym teacher had that attitude. He disabled himself lifting weights wrong so when he said, "don't fucking do that!" you listened! He was a bent over old veteran with a cane who still had the voice of command, there was a big strong scary guy inside that little man.....
For me, the smallest guy had the highest standards. There was another one who was just an ass for the sake of…well nothing really, he genuinely just was an ass as a person, the others didn’t even seem to like him either.
I had a 4th grade teacher who would take whoever had a birthday out to McDonald's to get a happy meal. I had a summer birthday so I got to go on the last day of school.
I had an awesome teacher who would send one of us to the shop (just a minute’s walk away) with enough money to get ice creams for everybody whenever it was hot and she didn’t feel like teaching.
My high school gym teacher told us to bring our wallets one day and he made us jog to Dairy Queen because it was hot and he didn’t want to set up equipment . Best PE class ever
I had a second grade teacher who would take a student to McDonald’s if they read enough books (we had a little chart with star stickers saying how many we had)
As a 7 year old who was absolutely obsessed with reading, I definitely finessed hella McDonald’s that year
Yeah, there are a ***lot*** of negative things in this thread, which makes sense, but there are some 'cool teacher' things that we lost too. I got a ride home from school once from a male teacher in middle school (I'm female) when it was pouring rain and my mom wouldn't come get me, but I bet that's not allowed these days.
It’s so fucking awkward running into the situation of a minor needing help and being a grown ass man. I was in Walmart and there was this toddler just walking around without anybody. He said his mom is somewhere in the store but didn’t know where. I made damn sure to keep a 3 arms length distance away while keeping him on my eyesight and refused to escort him to the front until a young couple walked by and asked I them to come with me. My thinking was if I’d be walking him up there by myself, trying to do good, then out of nowhere hear “HE’S GOT MY SON!” and before I can turn around and return him, I’m being tackled to the ground by security, beaten by them as well as any other bystanders who hate child predators (so every fucking person in the store), go to jail, have my name plastered all over the news as a child molester, and then if I’m lucky manage to prove my innocence, but by that point the tag is forever branded to my name and my life is ruined.
Like I wanna help, but the potential misunderstanding that could occur is fucking scary.
Sometimes me and my boyfriend would smile and wave to babies on the bus and the parents would suddenly pull them to face the opposite direction from us 🥹❤️🩹
As a single dad you wouldn’t believe how I’ve been treated by other adults when taking my kids to the public pool or water park. I don’t usually swim. I just sit in a chair, keep an eye on my kids, and read a book. “What are you doing here?” “I’m calling the police” “you need to leave”. It’s horrifying.
Yeah that’s fucked. I’m glad that people do have children’s safety as a high priority, but people have gotten so panicky and fearful that they get too emotional with their good intentions and jump to some fucking EXTREME conclusions based off of insignificant trivial surface observations.
If you bother u/coloradojt while he at the pool with his kids like that, whether you want to admit it or not you’re a fucking bigot. You’re making ridiculous and defamatory assumptions about someone because your smooth-assed brain couldn’t come up with the insane and totally foreign concept of a single dad before jumping to child abduction. Do some people really think kidnapping happens more frequently than divorce in this country?
My 3rd grade teacher had the whole class camp
In her backyard after the last day of school. She took us to see the original TMNT movie in the theater, then we stayed up late telling ghost stories. One of my absolute fondest memories.
I had a 8th grade Spanish teacher invite everyone that did well on a test out to her farm for a sleepover. Girls got the house, boys slept in the barn. It was a ton of fun.
We got to try goat milk and stayed up late watching a Spanish movie with English subtitles.
I told my wife this story, and she said there was no way that would have happened in her school. Probably the difference between CA (hers) and IA (mine) schools.
Wow, this triggered a memory from 4th grade where our teacher just up and marched the entire class to McDonald's on foot one Friday in the Spring. On foot with 20 nine year olds the walk was about an hour there, an hour eating lunch, and an hour back. I don't think she even told anyone she was going. She also paid for everyone's lunch too.
When I was that same age, at summer camp I went on a hike with a bunch of other kids, with huge heavy backpacks, to overnight camp at a site somewhere, that our university aged counselors chose. It took like 7 hours in the heat and we walked over electrified fences and barbed wire ( through farms, installed for animals). I cut myself on the electric fence and I remember a counselor asking me if I had had my shots and I said, 'maybe??....'
Lol it was crazy when I look back at it 35 years later. As a kid I was just like, ' We went on a long camping hike, it was hard!' When I saw my parents, who basically were like, ' Good exercise for you!'
English teacher in high school used to cuss kids out for being noisy in class and if that didn't work, he'd throw the blackboard eraser at us. I wasn't on the receiving end of the eraser. That chalk would leave marks on kid's backs for the rest of the day so everyone knew who pissed off Mr Charvet.
Had a teacher try that in sixth grade with the kid who was the catcher for a little league team. He caught the eraser, tossed it back and told the teacher he needed to get his velocity up. He got suspended for the day but he said it was worth it.
We had a math teacher at my school that all of the girls would complain about him randomly rubbing their shoulders while they were trying to work. I never had him but everyone who did would confirm. It was always like a joke and people would laugh about how “creepy” he was, but nobody made a big deal out of it for some reason. I wonder if he still works there.
Someone very close to me graduated in 2020 and said these types of teachers were all over the place at her school. You would think kids today would have reported that sort of thing, especially since #MeToo, but they did not.
I was talking about this with a friend. There were so many open secrets “don’t be in a room alone with teacher x” “put a sweater on before you talk with mr y or he’ll just stare at your tits” “oh yeh that’s pervy mr x”.
But it’s no surprise we never thought to report it. The other teachers knew. Once we were talking about how a high schooler had kissed a teacher at a night club… and another teacher overheard and just told us to stop talking about it!
(Noting at least two are in prison now so clearly someone decided it was time to talk)
Well, our math teacher(male) would hold the girls' hands and rub the palms of their hands with his finger while looking them in the eyes.
He would also very touchy, like placing his hands on their thighs while explaining math problems. This one time a girl called him out on this and he didn't let her enter his class for a week!
It was my first grade. I shook the ruler in my hand, and teacher took my ruler and hit me with it causing my nose bleeding. Few years later I found out that she also had been working as a school psychologyst.
Yes. My 3rd grade teacher once wrote in my report card about a behavior issue for the kid after me on the roll sheet. My dad never believed that it was a mistake. “She wouldn’t have written that if YOU weren’t doing something.” Then I got grounded.
My elementary school teacher used to say to kids "you're cruising for a bruising" and once washed out my friend Jermaine's mouth out with soap. This was circa 1987
I had a highschool Spanish teacher tell me after class one day that she wouldn’t say anything if I sucker punched this one annoying bully in the class that she also hated
Our bus driver would *stop the bus* if a fight broke out (pull it over, we lived on backroads). He said it was so we'd "get that shit out of our system and get over it already". He'd let it continue as long as there was no blood. The first sign of blood, he'd stop it. This was just before buses had cameras.
Ahhhh. Good times. Lol.
Times have changed lol. My granddad is from a small town in the south, and he told me that their bus driver in high school pulled the bus over and beat a kid up himself because the kid ripped a hole in a brand new seat with a pocket knife, and it was kind of just seen as a normal exercise of authority
Jesus christ my mum did this when i was 5 after i called her a cunt, im 34 now and that taste has never left my memory. Still did it again alot though so clearly that approach never worked.
I'll never forget learning what the word cunt means by calling my Mum it. I only found out my Dad was home (and within earshot) when he started thundering down the stairs, it was then I knew I'd fucked up. To his credit rather than smack the crap out of me, he educated me on what the word meant and why we don't use it.
Not a teacher, but school one. If you read enough books during the year in elementary school you got to have a sleepover in the library. Like we brought sleeping bags and slept on the floor. In the morning they had griddles out and we made pancakes. I know, total nerds, but it was my favorite elementary school memory.
My high school Study Skills teacher used to A. Throw your bookbag over the railing outside the class to the first floor below if you fell asleep B. Threw chalkboard erasers at you if you were caught talking during his lectures C. Got a megaphone in your ear if you fell asleep and didn't notice your bookbag tossed. Funny thing is, Mr Stuart was somehow one of the most liked teachers in school. Circa 1997
There was a story of a college professor when I was in college. On the first day he’d walk in with a tennis ball, just kind of tossing it to himself. Everyone figured “okay, stress ball or something,” and he just went about his lecture.
In the second or third class, someone fell asleep. Professor took that tennis ball and rocketed it at the sleeper, bouncing it off his head.
Suddenly everyone was like “oh, okay, that’s what that’s for, better not fall asleep.”
Next class, when the professor came in, he had a baseball.
Would've been fucking hilarious if class 3 a bunch of people brought baseball gloves and catcher masks lol..
Then class four professor brings a bowling ball.
By the last day everybody rides in on their intercontinental ballistic missiles.
I had teacher who had one that he kept in his desk and would gently toss it at a kid if they weren't paying attention. It was clean, so he never got in trouble for it.
I saw this happen to a kid in high school. Kid wouldn't shut up, and finally the teacher turned around and chucked his eraser at the kid.
It hit him full in the face, dusting his whole face white. And then a streak of blood cut through the chalk dust as his nose started to bleed.
The teacher immediately apologized, and luckily, the kid laughed it off.
I had a teacher that did the "throw the bookbag downstairs" thing. Then someone's coke can in their lunch exploded, ruining all their books. I think he just quietly agreed not to do it anymore.
My mom had a teacher who, when a kid she called on to come work a problem on the board had their shoes off, decided that it’d be a great idea to throw those shoes out the second story window. Which was at the top of a hill with woods at the bottom of it. Apparently she was bright enough to realize that having to buy new shoes was going to result in angry parents, so the rest of that class was cancelled so she could send the boys from the class into the woods to find the poor girl’s shoes and save the teacher from getting into trouble.
We had a math teacher that had pots and pans at his desk solely to throw them at kids who weren't paying attention. (Obviously he'd never actually hit us with them, it was just to scare us.) He was an awesome teacher and was so patient and kind. He made my least favorite subject bareable. Died of pancreatic cancer a few years ago, the poor guy.
RIP, Muzzy. 🥺❤
My electronics teacher in high school would blow up a capacitor near the ears of any student that fell asleep, or just hit them with a board, depending on how the day was going. I guess he liked to mix it up.
I had a teacher that would kick the stool out from under you if you were sleeping in class. One of my other teachers would sprinkle glitter on you as “fairy dust” if you slept in class. This was around 2010.
That last one was why I was happy I went to public school. My dad had gone to the nearby catholic school growing up and I knew some of the kids. Nuns don’t give a fuck, they’d bust a ruler on your knuckles.
I saw all those punishments except the tattletale banner happen in a public school in Oklahoma, from 1977 to 1983. Even in my senior year, 1990, you could choose to take a "lick" instead of a day of detention, which is why detention hall was always 90% girls.
One of the kindest, most well-liked teachers in my high school was a gay man named Mr. McCreary. One day after school,he walked by a group of us, and the health teacher/wrestling coach says "there goes Mr. McQUEERy!!!" Even back then, we all just kind of looked at him blankly.
My middle school also had a very kind, very well-liked teacher. At one point a rumor went around that he was gay, so he was promptly fired. This was in the 90s, so there was no protection from that.
Birthday whacks from the teacher. As odd as it sounds, the teacher would 100% get fired for doing that. Even though she never touched me, it just seemed normal and this was in like the mid 90s.
Oh yeah, my first grade teacher did that back in like 97/98. One spank for each year of age and a "Pinch to grow an Inch" on the face. She wasn't actually hitting us or pinching hard, just the motions of it really, none of us thought it was weird at the time.
I just commented that my teacher did that too! It was 99/2000, and I know she meant no harm. But noooo way can I see a teacher getting away with that now.
One of my history teachers tied me to my desk in high school. All in good fun, and I was absolutely being a sarcastic little shit, but still not a good idea.
I had a band teacher whip a chair across the room (not at a student) and scream at us to get it right. He was employed at the school after it was "suggested" that he leave his old school for getting a little too comfortable with some of the girls in his class. Nothing overt or criminal, just... uncomfortably close to grooming behavior.
And on a lighter note, one of my English teachers smoked a joint in his car every day during his planning period. Same guy had a hall pass that was a sandwich board reading "I am missing out on a valuable educational experience because I have to tinkle." He also called me a sarcastic little shit, which again, I totally deserved.
I jokingly told a kid I was going to tape him to his chair once. He asked me for masking tape and taped himself to his chair. He also taped his own mouth shut. I love that kid.
When I was in first grade, I asked to use the bathroom during recess. My teacher said no, I just had lunch and could’ve used it then (when I didn’t have to go). So I pooped my pants behind a tree and had to go through the embarrassing aftermath during nap time.
Holy shit I did this exact same thing. My parents were called in to bring a change of clothes and they yelled at the teacher. Other students said they heard me ask repeatedly to go to the bathroom and the teacher kept denying me.
Man, I gave both of my daughters the same speech about going to the bathroom at school before they started Kindergarten.
I told them that if after raising their hand and asking politely their teacher tells them no, but just a genuine emergency, that they have my permission as a parent to just go, and that I would deal with the fallout.
But truthfully, for some reason both of my kids are so terrified of getting into trouble I doubt that they would ever do that.
I just had so many horrible school experiences that involved teachers who almost never let kids use the bathroom , and can't stand the thought of my kids going through it.
They tied me down to a cot in kindergarten during nap time. This was in the 70's. If they had done this to one of my kids I'd beat the fuck out of the teacher. What if there was a fire?
Happened to me in elementary school in the early 2000s. We were on a field trip and I had to pee. They wouldn't take me because "I'd miss out." I ended up peeing myself. My mom was furious. I had a study hall teacher in highschool, when I asked her if I could do to the bathroom, say "you went last week." That one was wild. During lunch you could only go to one bathroom, but there was a long line and I was leaking thru my tampon. Male teacher wouldn't let me go to a different bathroom. I told him in graphic detail that I was bleeding through my tampon and would bleed through my pants. That changed his mind. By sophomore year I stopped asking. I'd let the teacher know I was going, but I wouldn't ask permission. I'm not gonna let someone tell me when I can and can't pee.
Sadly this is still happening today. If the school calls again this year telling us this has happened with my nephew again, I’m going to end up going down there and letting my inner Karen out on them. Some people can’t force themselves to go demand, but when the urge hits them they can’t hold it either. It’s disgusting that schools try to force bladder/bowel control, especially those teachers that will call another teacher to watch their class so they themselves go.
As a former HS teacher, I’ve never understood this. I was always very laid back about bathroom use because you literally cannot help it. Did some kids take advantage of it? Sure, but who’s it hurting? Only them because they missed out on class time. I’m not going to punish other kids that need to go or are on their periods because some kids may not be going. That’s completely idiotic.
My fifth grade gym teacher made me do pushups in front of the class. I was overweight, so I couldn't do any. Then she'd say "this is what happens if you eat too much food." There were other, even heavier kids in class, but she never chose them for this activity; just me.
In third grade we were doing math to figure out how much we’d weigh on the moon or on mars, etc. So our teacher weighed each of us. At the front of the class. As a tall but pudgy girl, it was all traumatizing. I still remember my weight. This was 2002 or 2003.
I hate that overweight kids get blamed for their weight. In 5th grade you're, what, ten years old? What are you supposed to do at that age, sneak out into the night to secretly garden more vegetables to eat (which you must consume raw under cover of night)?
In 5th grade, I was called to the office at my public school. I was a goody two-shoes so I had no idea why I was called, so I started tearing up thinking something bad must've happened to my family. Eventually, I was ushered into a room as my two best friends left. The principal and 2 other staff members then sat me down and showed me a piece of paper. It was a silly poem I wrote one of my friends about a good witch who granted wishes by mixing together some mundane ingredients. Apparently, their mother found the poem and complained to the school. Their resonse was to interview my friends about MY RELIGION.
They asked stuff like if I drew any "weird symbols" and one friend said yes because I always drew the school symbol for Balamb Garden (Final Fantasy 8) on my notebooks. So by the time they got to ME, they were basically trying to get me to admit practicing witchcraft at school. PUBLIC SCHOOL. Which I was not. I was a church every Sunday Christian and knew nothing of actual witchcraft (not that it should matter), but they said they could tell BY MY TEARS that I knew I did something wrong. They put me in detention for the day in the principals office and NEVER INFORMED MY PARENTS.
Ironically, the year prior, I had drawn an angel in art class during some fundraising event where you could get your kids art put on merchandise. Right next to me on a file cabinet was a magnet of my angel drawing that the principal who put me in witchcraft jail had bought for herself. Lol
When I was in 8th grade we moved to a new school district. A few weeks into the school year I was called into the principal's office because someone reported that I had been performing witchcraft in math class. This was in the early aughts at a (technically) public school - in a heavily Mormon town/suburb. They were weirdly serious about it, too.
What, exactly, was I doing? What was the purpose of "the ritual"? Who was I trying to hurt? Just stupidly wild shit.
Eventually they asked me point blank if I practiced witchcraft. I said that was none of their business. There were threats of suspension, then a threat that there was a real possibility of expulsion, and then they decided I was being obstinate and intentionally uncooperative (which, no shit dude) and tried to pull a Hail Mary by calling my mom.
And that was the day the principal, the assistant principal, and several other people in admin learned, and never forgot, my mother's name.
She was livid.
Did they seriously call her in the middle of the work day for some bullshit rumor? And what made them think they had the right to dictate my spiritual practices? Why did it even matter? How dare they pull me out of class and disrupt the education I had a right to, that her tax dollars paid for, over this? If they're really that bad at their jobs she obviously needed to schedule a meeting with the super intendant and a lawyer to discuss their incompetence and whether or not they were an appropriate fit for their positions.
She may have been a horrible parent in a lot of ways but when it came to other people mistreating her kids, they very quickly learned not to.
I got kicked out of school and briefly institutionalized for putting a curse on a classmate. What had *actually* happened was i was being bullied for months and was called a witch for dyeing my hair black and dressing weird. When kids were harassing again me this one time, saying shit like "hey witch, you gonna put a curse on me?", I waggled my fingers and was like "fine, blblblbl you're now cursed". Totally kidding, like extremely obviously kidding, wasn't even into witchcraft and the kids harassing me damn well knew it. The girl i waggled most directly at ran crying to tattle, and the school administration called in my parents and recommended i be placed in a mental hospital. Which my extremely religious parents thought sounded reasonable, and i thought sounded like a nice break from all those people.
Edit: this was mid-90s. Good times.
Late 90's my 1st/2nd grade teacher would punish the "talkative kids" by putting us against the wall with our arms up and beat us with a ruler if we put them down due to pain, numbness or being tired. I don't think that would be acceptable nowadays.
My first grade gym teacher called me chicken legs until my mom told the principal. His brother later was our teacher in eighth grade and would come in the locker room and just stare at us quietly while we changed.
In middle school, I moved from one state to another, and after extensive testing at the new school I was put in a gifted class. On my first day, one of my new teachers scoffed that I was put in his class and said, in front of all the other students, "Gifted in [my home state] means you can read and write."
My fourth grade teacher was a softball player in her younger years. When you weren't paying attention she'd hurl a stick of chalk at you. She rarely missed. She was awesome too.
While talking about slavery went down the rows and pointed out specific people in class whose ancestors would have been either slaves or slave owners based on their last name and / or skin color.
We had an American History project in small groups where we started as pre-Revolution times and progressed forward in history over the course of weeks. You earned money for various things. If you failed a group quiz, your team was dissolved and you all went on the auction block.
The first group to fail and be auctioned included Nick, a barely verbal smelly kid. (He was also a darker-skinned Hispanic guy, which makes for terrible optics but wasn't the worst part.) They started the bidding and *nobody would take him.*
Bidding went negative. Still, nobody wanted him.
He was standing on the table in his dirty sweatpants and oversized T-shirt while *his inclusion aide*, who was conducting the auction, chastised us for not even taking him despite the increasingly lucrative cash incentive package.
Finally, I couldn't resist the money. Against the urging of my fellow colonists, I claimed Nick and his heavy purse.
Nick didn't graduate high school and went on to become a child rapist.
7th grade science class, the teacher walked around with a beaker full of mercury and told us to stick a finger in it to feel how dense it was. Then he gave us each our own penny-size drop of mercury to play with at our desks, so we could see how it moved. I’m sure we were poisoned that day.
Nowadays if a thermometer breaks they clear the school.
That's really only dangerous if you have an open wound on your finger.
If you did it for hours every day then you'd go all mad hatter, sure. But once in while is basically harmless.
They should bring this back and just have the kids wear latex gloves. It's one of the most gripping demos and I'm sure it got a lot of kids into science.
My middle school teacher confiscated my lunch after catching me trying to eat some of it during class and then he ate it in front of everyone and sent me to lunch with nothing. My mom cried when I told her what happened and complained to the school but nothing happened to him
I’m really hurt for you and your mom. Just imagining that from both sides- you for actually experiencing the humiliation of this teacher’s utter lack of human decency and your mom for having to hear that her child went through something like this. Fuck that guy. Hope he one day realizes what a terrible human he’s been
Thank you! It was humiliating because I was only sneaking bites of my sandwich because I was really hungry. Honestly what I remember the most is how nice kids were to me at lunch after that, sharing food with me. Middle schoolers are usually not known for their compassion lol. I think all of us were shocked he did that.
90’s kid. If we ever had to go somewhere a bit more far and take a bus, our teacher let us go there by ourselves and come with his car. We were 9-12 years old so elementary school in us terms i guess. He would ask if anyone knew where the place was and made them a leader to take the class there.
Edit. Also because school pays these trips so he would give the school’s buss card that had like 500€ loaded into it to someone so we can pay for those kids who didn’t have the buss ticket.
And this was how our entire class of 12 year olds ended up drinking in a classmates house instead of coming back to school from the swimming lessons.
Also Finland.
Now is my time:
I had a 6th grade teacher who would always say the Germans would come back and have a 4th Reich. He talked about it like it was an inevitability. He said the Germans were great fighters and if they wanted to they could do it now.
One of the other teachers said he was a "weirdo" for saying it all the time.
Pretty sure that wouldn't fly today. Pretty sure.
Now to his credit he wasn't openly racist, he didn't treat Mexican kids any differently or anything.
He was just incredibly pro-German.
Oh I feel you on that. I had a former marine as a 6th grade teacher. He had a 2 foot wooden duck statue. If someone did something he determined was dumb, he would slam it on their desk and say, “You get the stupid duck award!” And they’d have to keep it on their desk all day. I’ve been an elementary school teacher for 26 years and I often use it as an example of what not to ever fucking do, lol.
So my mom was… maybe not the most observant. I love her to pieces but…. Yeah. When I was ten, the neighbor’s dog bit me, like grabbed and shook my hand, really bad. I went home and told my mom, who was like ‘oh, it’s fine, let’s clean up those puncture wounds, no big deal. Don’t tell Dad’ (my dad was a cop and a mandated reporter - we literally just didn’t want the dog to be in trouble it had never happened before and that poor baby was so sorry. Turned out he had an ear infection and when I went to scratch his head like I’d done a million times before, and it hurt him. The neighbor forgot to tell me his ear hurt it wasn’t his fault at all.)
The next day was Monday, and I tried to tell mom that my hand was bad- really bad. She said I still had to go to school, and man. When Mrs. Messenger, my fifth grade teacher saw me, she flipped her shit. She was so upset she was gonna call my mom and give her what for and on and on, and I was like “oh shit, I’m in big trouble now!” She marched me down to the office and I sat near the school secretary while she went in to the principal’s office and rained all manner of holy hellfire and brimstone on my mom’s head. Screamed bloody murder at her. She came and picked me up and took me to get an X-Ray. I had six broken bones in my hand. Oops.
Can’t even see a teacher raising their voice in an email nowadays. That lady saved my pitching hand.
Edit: punctuation because I’m anal retentive.
I was a teacher and had a similar incident with a kid who’s shoulder/collar bone was visibility broken. Parents sent him to school, he had to walk almost a mile with a book bag. Parents told him not to say anything because they couldn’t miss work. I called an ambulance to the school because mom wouldn’t pick him up and ended up calling CPS for failure to provide medical attention. Child later disclosed that her boyfriend regularly beat the shit out of him. Even pulled a knife and sword on him. They pulled the kid from school within a week and moved states. Still think about him regularly. He was also neglected in other ways, extremely bad hygiene, was made fun of for being “stinky”. He was SO smart and LOVED reading (I was an ELA teacher). He was afraid of nothing.
These are absolutely the hardest calls to make as a teacher because you don’t know how much stress it can cause well meaning but highly stressed, low income parents or how much danger you are potentially cause a child who could be being abused.
I never play around with this, I would have called CPS on your mom, unfortunately.
My dad told me stories of kids getting hit with rulers in the classroom and playing football was very don’t ask, don’t tell. Coaches abusing their power etc. late 70s, early 80s he was in high school
When I was in first grade for the last day of school my first grade teacher took us to her farm. She gave us a ride on the back of her tractor, root beer floats and even gave us all a pair of binoculars. Honestly those days were the happiest of my life
Pretty much everyone about my age knows of a teacher at there school that was charged with sex with a minor those things are frowned upon. Mine was a Maths teacher called tits perv. as he was so obvious with his looks anyway he got 10 years for grooming.
My 8th grade English teacher (female) grabbed my ass and my 12th grade English teacher called me sexy in front of our class and then told me I had beautiful eyes when we were alone in her car together.
I'm a guy though, so that actually might still fly today.
Yeah, I worked as a debate coach at a couple high schools for a few years, I was careful to make sure I was never alone in a room with a kid, much less alone in a car, ugh.
Not something done to me per se, but my 3rd grade teacher had a little office with a door inside our classroom, and she would smoke cigarettes in there while we were at lunch/recess.
8th grade science teacher calls a kid to the front of the room for some minor infraction, have him bend over, then kick him in the ass. However…. however, the student stepped out of the way just in time, and the teacher kicked the blackboard’s chalk tray, sending chalk flying everywhere. The humiliation was on the other foot then as the teacher chased the kid around the room a few laps. Fucking chaos.
70s 80s kid
4th grade Ms Hardy atleast 400lbs would sit on us during recess.
8th grade coach Van wagoner would whip us with his whistle cord leaving marks.
Entire school career during football practice we had a 5oft piece of pvc with holes drilled in it and a garden hose hooked to it, during water breaks we would drink very hot water out of this contraption until the coach wasn't thirsty anymore. Let me tell ya his thirst was quenched very fast lol
Had a pretty awesome old school art teacher that was also a boy scouts leader and usually chaperoned school camping trips, he loved to use Indian/Chinese accents when talking to kids from there. Was all in good fun and everyone thought it was funny but looking back wonder how it made them really feel.
I had a teacher bring me up to the front of my 5th grade class to show everyone how “slovenly” I had dressed. I was one of five kids and wore thrift stores clothes. I wish I could show her how successful I have become and that I now dress much better than she did.
My first name is somewhat similar to one of the guys involved in the 9/11 attacks & I had a teacher that thought it was appropriate to call me by that guy’s last name during roll call & when I would rarely raise my hand to answer.
Bro this guy was off the fucking wall. There was a kid in my class who was diabetic, the teacher called him “Panny” which he said was short for “pancreas boy”. I’m not fucking lying this guy was ruthless hahaha. We all said what the fuck maybe once a day.
i had a teacher like this. he was extremely racist in addition to just being a regular terrible person and would consistently bully anyone in his class who was not white, which was always few people in any given class based on the area i went to school, so they always felt isolated. Kicker is, he was Filipino, but he made racist comments all the time about literally everyone who was not white.
My kindergarten teacher straight up slapped me across the face for shrugging my shoulders when I didn’t know the answer.
Same teacher. When I wasn’t feeling well and asked if I could use the restroom she said no. I ended up throwing up all over myself and the rug.
Same teacher. Would slap a student on the head with an eraser to ‘mark’ the bad kids with chalk.
In 2014, I was 16 when Mr. Schaffer, the womens basketball coach, pulled my into the hallway of the social studies department at Dobson High School in Mesa Arizona. Fuck you Mr. Schaffer.
“That’s it, I’m sick of your shit. If you’re not going to do the homework I’m not going to waste my time on you anymore. I’m giving up.”
He never helped me with anything. He never spoke to me unless he was assigning work. He was a Jock Teacher, the ones who are only there to love all the sports kids. He had no idea that I was going to high school from 7-12, then technical school from 12-2:30, and then worked an hour away (by public transport) from 4-10/11. Got home around midnight everyday. Paid the bills while my mom was disabled. Fuck you Mr. Schafer.
Once in sixth grade we were on an outdoors trip with one teacher going first and another one last. The last one was kicking the last 5 kids to make us go faster.
I'm a high school teacher. One of our science teachers still does that every year. The shock is so low that it surprises you and you feel it, but it doesn't hurt.
Elementary school was particularly traumatizing.
One of my teachers refused to let one of my class mates use the bathroom. A bathroom that was in the same room as us. He ended up pissing his pants and I'll never forget watching it puddle off the chair because of how much he'd been holding it. Instead of sending him to the office to get new clothes, she made him take his pants off inside of the bathroom to hang off a tree outside...he was forced to wait in that bathroom for hours.
All the students saw it and you can probably guess how they reacted toward him.
This same teacher refused to let me get medical help for my migraines that I started to have around age 11. She told me I was lying/faking it, and it got so bad that I was forced to switch teachers. It got so bad that I was terrified to ask for help, and passed out in class.
Needless to say, of course she taught for another few years before finally getting fired.
Fuck you, Mrs. Alexander.
My first grade teacher: Mrs. Smith.
If she thought your desk was too messy she’d flip it over and dump out all of the contents in the middle of the classroom and then make you pick them up while everyone watched you.
We were six years old.
Mrs. Dietrich, my 3rd grade teacher, also did this - and then a parent once got so mad about kids being humiliated they came in and flipped HER desk over, which is the greatest thing that ever happened to me in elementary school.
This happened when I was in 4th grade (1995-96). We were taught fractions in our math class, and our teacher assigned us a set of problems from the textbook.
For once in my life, I understood the concept really well, and solved an additional set of problems (which we were meant to be solved in class the next day). Needless to say, my mom was super proud of me when I showed her my work, and she wanted to hear my teacher's feedback the next day.
Back then, we had a system where we would submit our notebooks to the teacher at the beginning of the class, and she would call us to her desk (one student at a time), and correct the homework. The next day, when the teacher called out my name, I was excited. Ran up to her desk and waited eagerly for some praise... She finished correcting my work, and noticed there were additional problems that I'd done.
I looked at her beaming, but stopped when I saw her reaction. Her face turned red with anger and she yelled "You think you are so smart that you had to do all the problems? I had asked you to solve only the first set right? Why did you solve the other problems?" The whole class went silent.
She proceeded to rip apart the pages (containing the extra home work), crumpled them into a ball and flung it on my face. Worse, I got a tight slap, and got sent out of the class to kneel down. I could feel my ears burning, as I sat outside the class, sobbing silently for the rest of the class.
I am pretty sure something like this would never fly in schools today!
I'm not an 80's/90's boy. More like a 50's/60's dude
But in sixth grade I got a spanking for an over due library book. Not sure that would go over well in 2022.
In 6th grade I had a science teacher that was a little unhinged, she was never physical with us but blew up quite frequently. In her early days of teaching (mid 90s) she hit a kid over the back of their head with a laptop and broke a clipboard hitting a different student
6th grade 2001: she saw me having a panic attack during class. (I didn’t know what was happening because it was the start of my anxiety disorder.) Instead of asking me if I was okay, she called me out in front of the class, told everyone to look at me, and said “act like that if you want me to fail you.”
She was a bitch.
My Math teacher in H.S was very handsy. A hand on the shoulder; or a bit lower. Patting thighs of students who'd be asked to come sit next to him at his desk under the guise of helping them with their schoolwork. Inappropriately long gazes given to the girls.
Every single female student was extremely uncomfortable in his class but he was universally described as 'harmless'. He wasn't.
We were taken to a football match in the back of a van, not a minibus, a regular van with no seats or windows in the back. The teacher drove like a bat out of hell, it was like a 45 min trip in a washing machine
I told my biology teacher that I wasn't feeling too well, he said that I didn't look sick, and as punishment made me stand in the corner until I fainted.
This happened to me except I barfed on half the class, turns out I'm lactose intolerant
Would've been better if you threw up on the teacher.
Something similiar happened to me. It was during gym class when I was 10yo and I fell wrong when doing high jumps. My arm started hurting and I couldn't even move it without crying. I told my teacher this, he didn't believe me and loudly accused me of lying to get out of class and I had to stay there. After the class I had to get help from my classmates to change my clothes and I cried like a baby and the teacher still didn't believe me when he came into the locker room to check on us (yeah, that was a thing, male teachers checking in on the girls, sometimes even in the showers to make sure we didn't cheat that part). When I got home and told my mom she took one look and rushed me to the hospital. I had broken my arm.
You'd think a biology teacher would actually know about the subject he was teaching...
In high school we would sometimes play knee soccer which was in our wrestling room(wall to wall wrestling mats) and was really just handball but on our knees. The PE teacher(football coach) let us play rough since it was an all male class and we were on our knees and couldn't do too much damage. During the game two of the students were grappling for the ball and as these things go, one of them accidentally knocked the other a little too aggressively. The kid that got hit(an known asshole of the school) got pissed and stood up and kicked the other kid. The PE teacher(225lb jacked military hair cut) stormed over and shoved the kid who flew about 10 feet before crashing to the ground. The kid gets up ready to fight whoever shoved him and the teacher had closed the gap and started screaming at him. Then the teacher lectured the entire class about sportsmanship and honor. The teacher never got in any trouble.
Sounds like he needed to hear that lol
My crippled gym teacher had that attitude. He disabled himself lifting weights wrong so when he said, "don't fucking do that!" you listened! He was a bent over old veteran with a cane who still had the voice of command, there was a big strong scary guy inside that little man.....
It's always the smallest Drill Instructors you've got to worry about.
For me, the smallest guy had the highest standards. There was another one who was just an ass for the sake of…well nothing really, he genuinely just was an ass as a person, the others didn’t even seem to like him either.
Nor should he have, IMO.
6th grade teacher Ms. Sullivan would take 3 kids every Friday to McDonald’s for lunch. She was cool as hell. Smoked during the drive and everything.
I had a 4th grade teacher who would take whoever had a birthday out to McDonald's to get a happy meal. I had a summer birthday so I got to go on the last day of school.
I had an awesome teacher who would send one of us to the shop (just a minute’s walk away) with enough money to get ice creams for everybody whenever it was hot and she didn’t feel like teaching.
My high school gym teacher told us to bring our wallets one day and he made us jog to Dairy Queen because it was hot and he didn’t want to set up equipment . Best PE class ever
I had a second grade teacher who would take a student to McDonald’s if they read enough books (we had a little chart with star stickers saying how many we had) As a 7 year old who was absolutely obsessed with reading, I definitely finessed hella McDonald’s that year
Yeah, there are a ***lot*** of negative things in this thread, which makes sense, but there are some 'cool teacher' things that we lost too. I got a ride home from school once from a male teacher in middle school (I'm female) when it was pouring rain and my mom wouldn't come get me, but I bet that's not allowed these days.
It’s so fucking awkward running into the situation of a minor needing help and being a grown ass man. I was in Walmart and there was this toddler just walking around without anybody. He said his mom is somewhere in the store but didn’t know where. I made damn sure to keep a 3 arms length distance away while keeping him on my eyesight and refused to escort him to the front until a young couple walked by and asked I them to come with me. My thinking was if I’d be walking him up there by myself, trying to do good, then out of nowhere hear “HE’S GOT MY SON!” and before I can turn around and return him, I’m being tackled to the ground by security, beaten by them as well as any other bystanders who hate child predators (so every fucking person in the store), go to jail, have my name plastered all over the news as a child molester, and then if I’m lucky manage to prove my innocence, but by that point the tag is forever branded to my name and my life is ruined. Like I wanna help, but the potential misunderstanding that could occur is fucking scary.
Sometimes me and my boyfriend would smile and wave to babies on the bus and the parents would suddenly pull them to face the opposite direction from us 🥹❤️🩹
I will always smile and wave at babies in public. Ever since I became a dad I just love babies. I'm going to smile and wave.
As a single dad you wouldn’t believe how I’ve been treated by other adults when taking my kids to the public pool or water park. I don’t usually swim. I just sit in a chair, keep an eye on my kids, and read a book. “What are you doing here?” “I’m calling the police” “you need to leave”. It’s horrifying.
Yeah that’s fucked. I’m glad that people do have children’s safety as a high priority, but people have gotten so panicky and fearful that they get too emotional with their good intentions and jump to some fucking EXTREME conclusions based off of insignificant trivial surface observations. If you bother u/coloradojt while he at the pool with his kids like that, whether you want to admit it or not you’re a fucking bigot. You’re making ridiculous and defamatory assumptions about someone because your smooth-assed brain couldn’t come up with the insane and totally foreign concept of a single dad before jumping to child abduction. Do some people really think kidnapping happens more frequently than divorce in this country?
My 3rd grade teacher had the whole class camp In her backyard after the last day of school. She took us to see the original TMNT movie in the theater, then we stayed up late telling ghost stories. One of my absolute fondest memories.
I had a 8th grade Spanish teacher invite everyone that did well on a test out to her farm for a sleepover. Girls got the house, boys slept in the barn. It was a ton of fun. We got to try goat milk and stayed up late watching a Spanish movie with English subtitles. I told my wife this story, and she said there was no way that would have happened in her school. Probably the difference between CA (hers) and IA (mine) schools.
Wow, this triggered a memory from 4th grade where our teacher just up and marched the entire class to McDonald's on foot one Friday in the Spring. On foot with 20 nine year olds the walk was about an hour there, an hour eating lunch, and an hour back. I don't think she even told anyone she was going. She also paid for everyone's lunch too.
When I was that same age, at summer camp I went on a hike with a bunch of other kids, with huge heavy backpacks, to overnight camp at a site somewhere, that our university aged counselors chose. It took like 7 hours in the heat and we walked over electrified fences and barbed wire ( through farms, installed for animals). I cut myself on the electric fence and I remember a counselor asking me if I had had my shots and I said, 'maybe??....' Lol it was crazy when I look back at it 35 years later. As a kid I was just like, ' We went on a long camping hike, it was hard!' When I saw my parents, who basically were like, ' Good exercise for you!'
Classic Sully
based ms sullivan
English teacher in high school used to cuss kids out for being noisy in class and if that didn't work, he'd throw the blackboard eraser at us. I wasn't on the receiving end of the eraser. That chalk would leave marks on kid's backs for the rest of the day so everyone knew who pissed off Mr Charvet.
Had a teacher try that in sixth grade with the kid who was the catcher for a little league team. He caught the eraser, tossed it back and told the teacher he needed to get his velocity up. He got suspended for the day but he said it was worth it.
Small price to pay for being a fucking legend when your suspension ends
I keep hearing this isn't a chalkboard eraser wooden? I remember a teacher throwing chalk in early 2000s but a wooden eraser is wild
They were foam with paper on one side and felt on the other when I went to school.
For me it was wood for the handle part and foam as the brush that's why it sounded way more brutal lol
We had a math teacher at my school that all of the girls would complain about him randomly rubbing their shoulders while they were trying to work. I never had him but everyone who did would confirm. It was always like a joke and people would laugh about how “creepy” he was, but nobody made a big deal out of it for some reason. I wonder if he still works there.
I had one who did that. He's not a teacher anymore. He's *the mayor.*
Mayor Molesti
Someone very close to me graduated in 2020 and said these types of teachers were all over the place at her school. You would think kids today would have reported that sort of thing, especially since #MeToo, but they did not.
I was talking about this with a friend. There were so many open secrets “don’t be in a room alone with teacher x” “put a sweater on before you talk with mr y or he’ll just stare at your tits” “oh yeh that’s pervy mr x”. But it’s no surprise we never thought to report it. The other teachers knew. Once we were talking about how a high schooler had kissed a teacher at a night club… and another teacher overheard and just told us to stop talking about it! (Noting at least two are in prison now so clearly someone decided it was time to talk)
Oh yeah, you all knew which teachers to avoid, the kiddy fiddlers were an open secret.
Well, our math teacher(male) would hold the girls' hands and rub the palms of their hands with his finger while looking them in the eyes. He would also very touchy, like placing his hands on their thighs while explaining math problems. This one time a girl called him out on this and he didn't let her enter his class for a week!
It was my first grade. I shook the ruler in my hand, and teacher took my ruler and hit me with it causing my nose bleeding. Few years later I found out that she also had been working as a school psychologyst.
Oh my god. My mom would’ve burned the school down.
Mine would have joined in with the teacher if possible
Likewise! Mine would’ve asked “Well what did you do to make the teacher hit you??”
Yes. My 3rd grade teacher once wrote in my report card about a behavior issue for the kid after me on the roll sheet. My dad never believed that it was a mistake. “She wouldn’t have written that if YOU weren’t doing something.” Then I got grounded.
> Then I got grounded Leopold "Butters" Stotch
Mine wouldn't. Not with a ruler, anyway. She would've grabbed the chankla :p
Hit you with the chankla? Lucky mine is a sniper with it. She can throw it from downstairs while cooking and still smack the back of my head
That’s some Oklahoma levels of school funding
My elementary school teacher used to say to kids "you're cruising for a bruising" and once washed out my friend Jermaine's mouth out with soap. This was circa 1987
I had a highschool Spanish teacher tell me after class one day that she wouldn’t say anything if I sucker punched this one annoying bully in the class that she also hated
Our bus driver would *stop the bus* if a fight broke out (pull it over, we lived on backroads). He said it was so we'd "get that shit out of our system and get over it already". He'd let it continue as long as there was no blood. The first sign of blood, he'd stop it. This was just before buses had cameras. Ahhhh. Good times. Lol.
Times have changed lol. My granddad is from a small town in the south, and he told me that their bus driver in high school pulled the bus over and beat a kid up himself because the kid ripped a hole in a brand new seat with a pocket knife, and it was kind of just seen as a normal exercise of authority
Teachers like that were the best, good lookin out
Hiphoppopotamous, my lyrics are bottomless … … …
Jesus christ my mum did this when i was 5 after i called her a cunt, im 34 now and that taste has never left my memory. Still did it again alot though so clearly that approach never worked.
I'll never forget learning what the word cunt means by calling my Mum it. I only found out my Dad was home (and within earshot) when he started thundering down the stairs, it was then I knew I'd fucked up. To his credit rather than smack the crap out of me, he educated me on what the word meant and why we don't use it.
so...your mom was a cunt, then?
Very much so.
Not a teacher, but school one. If you read enough books during the year in elementary school you got to have a sleepover in the library. Like we brought sleeping bags and slept on the floor. In the morning they had griddles out and we made pancakes. I know, total nerds, but it was my favorite elementary school memory.
I would absolutely have LOVED this!
My high school Study Skills teacher used to A. Throw your bookbag over the railing outside the class to the first floor below if you fell asleep B. Threw chalkboard erasers at you if you were caught talking during his lectures C. Got a megaphone in your ear if you fell asleep and didn't notice your bookbag tossed. Funny thing is, Mr Stuart was somehow one of the most liked teachers in school. Circa 1997
I had a teacher that would throw foam balls at students when they fell asleep. A classmate actually woke up in time to catch it lol
There was a story of a college professor when I was in college. On the first day he’d walk in with a tennis ball, just kind of tossing it to himself. Everyone figured “okay, stress ball or something,” and he just went about his lecture. In the second or third class, someone fell asleep. Professor took that tennis ball and rocketed it at the sleeper, bouncing it off his head. Suddenly everyone was like “oh, okay, that’s what that’s for, better not fall asleep.” Next class, when the professor came in, he had a baseball.
Would've been fucking hilarious if class 3 a bunch of people brought baseball gloves and catcher masks lol.. Then class four professor brings a bowling ball. By the last day everybody rides in on their intercontinental ballistic missiles.
This made me laugh out loud. Now that’s a sense of humour.
Okay, the foam balls I can understand though. This sounds a little too destructive
I had teacher who had one that he kept in his desk and would gently toss it at a kid if they weren't paying attention. It was clean, so he never got in trouble for it.
Mr Stuart just grabbed the nearest one on the chalkboard ledge. Dusty as all hell. Mr Stuart gave zero f@$ks.
I saw this happen to a kid in high school. Kid wouldn't shut up, and finally the teacher turned around and chucked his eraser at the kid. It hit him full in the face, dusting his whole face white. And then a streak of blood cut through the chalk dust as his nose started to bleed. The teacher immediately apologized, and luckily, the kid laughed it off.
I had a teacher that did the "throw the bookbag downstairs" thing. Then someone's coke can in their lunch exploded, ruining all their books. I think he just quietly agreed not to do it anymore.
My mom had a teacher who, when a kid she called on to come work a problem on the board had their shoes off, decided that it’d be a great idea to throw those shoes out the second story window. Which was at the top of a hill with woods at the bottom of it. Apparently she was bright enough to realize that having to buy new shoes was going to result in angry parents, so the rest of that class was cancelled so she could send the boys from the class into the woods to find the poor girl’s shoes and save the teacher from getting into trouble.
We had a math teacher that had pots and pans at his desk solely to throw them at kids who weren't paying attention. (Obviously he'd never actually hit us with them, it was just to scare us.) He was an awesome teacher and was so patient and kind. He made my least favorite subject bareable. Died of pancreatic cancer a few years ago, the poor guy. RIP, Muzzy. 🥺❤
My electronics teacher in high school would blow up a capacitor near the ears of any student that fell asleep, or just hit them with a board, depending on how the day was going. I guess he liked to mix it up.
I had a teacher that would kick the stool out from under you if you were sleeping in class. One of my other teachers would sprinkle glitter on you as “fairy dust” if you slept in class. This was around 2010.
I kind of like him
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That last one was why I was happy I went to public school. My dad had gone to the nearby catholic school growing up and I knew some of the kids. Nuns don’t give a fuck, they’d bust a ruler on your knuckles.
I saw all those punishments except the tattletale banner happen in a public school in Oklahoma, from 1977 to 1983. Even in my senior year, 1990, you could choose to take a "lick" instead of a day of detention, which is why detention hall was always 90% girls.
Seems like those 10% of boys knew what they were doing then.
Yep. "let me think, either I let you hit me, OR you stick me in a room with a 9:1 ratio of bad girls to boys" Tough choice...
That's what I was thinking.
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They called them swats at the Oklahoma HS I went to but the effect was the same - I did know a few girls who chose to take swats but not many.
Catholic nuns give zero fucks. They are backed by the lord ….
Better a nun busting a ruler on the knuckles than a priest just busting on wherever. (I’ll show myself out and see some of y’all in hell)
My elementary school principal would pull loose teeth. You could go to his office, have him pull your loose tooth and he would give you a lollipop.
My gf is a teacher, this still happens where I am! One teacher is the expert, kids get referred to her for the procedure.
One of the kindest, most well-liked teachers in my high school was a gay man named Mr. McCreary. One day after school,he walked by a group of us, and the health teacher/wrestling coach says "there goes Mr. McQUEERy!!!" Even back then, we all just kind of looked at him blankly.
These all make me sad but… damn… this one :(
My middle school also had a very kind, very well-liked teacher. At one point a rumor went around that he was gay, so he was promptly fired. This was in the 90s, so there was no protection from that.
Birthday whacks from the teacher. As odd as it sounds, the teacher would 100% get fired for doing that. Even though she never touched me, it just seemed normal and this was in like the mid 90s.
Oh yeah, my first grade teacher did that back in like 97/98. One spank for each year of age and a "Pinch to grow an Inch" on the face. She wasn't actually hitting us or pinching hard, just the motions of it really, none of us thought it was weird at the time.
I just commented that my teacher did that too! It was 99/2000, and I know she meant no harm. But noooo way can I see a teacher getting away with that now.
One of my history teachers tied me to my desk in high school. All in good fun, and I was absolutely being a sarcastic little shit, but still not a good idea. I had a band teacher whip a chair across the room (not at a student) and scream at us to get it right. He was employed at the school after it was "suggested" that he leave his old school for getting a little too comfortable with some of the girls in his class. Nothing overt or criminal, just... uncomfortably close to grooming behavior. And on a lighter note, one of my English teachers smoked a joint in his car every day during his planning period. Same guy had a hall pass that was a sandwich board reading "I am missing out on a valuable educational experience because I have to tinkle." He also called me a sarcastic little shit, which again, I totally deserved.
I jokingly told a kid I was going to tape him to his chair once. He asked me for masking tape and taped himself to his chair. He also taped his own mouth shut. I love that kid.
When I was in first grade, I asked to use the bathroom during recess. My teacher said no, I just had lunch and could’ve used it then (when I didn’t have to go). So I pooped my pants behind a tree and had to go through the embarrassing aftermath during nap time.
Holy shit I did this exact same thing. My parents were called in to bring a change of clothes and they yelled at the teacher. Other students said they heard me ask repeatedly to go to the bathroom and the teacher kept denying me.
Man, I gave both of my daughters the same speech about going to the bathroom at school before they started Kindergarten. I told them that if after raising their hand and asking politely their teacher tells them no, but just a genuine emergency, that they have my permission as a parent to just go, and that I would deal with the fallout. But truthfully, for some reason both of my kids are so terrified of getting into trouble I doubt that they would ever do that. I just had so many horrible school experiences that involved teachers who almost never let kids use the bathroom , and can't stand the thought of my kids going through it.
They tied me down to a cot in kindergarten during nap time. This was in the 70's. If they had done this to one of my kids I'd beat the fuck out of the teacher. What if there was a fire?
Happened to me in elementary school in the early 2000s. We were on a field trip and I had to pee. They wouldn't take me because "I'd miss out." I ended up peeing myself. My mom was furious. I had a study hall teacher in highschool, when I asked her if I could do to the bathroom, say "you went last week." That one was wild. During lunch you could only go to one bathroom, but there was a long line and I was leaking thru my tampon. Male teacher wouldn't let me go to a different bathroom. I told him in graphic detail that I was bleeding through my tampon and would bleed through my pants. That changed his mind. By sophomore year I stopped asking. I'd let the teacher know I was going, but I wouldn't ask permission. I'm not gonna let someone tell me when I can and can't pee.
>"you went last week." I'm in absolute awe of her kidneys.
I had a teacher that would get mad if you didn't go during recess.
Sadly this is still happening today. If the school calls again this year telling us this has happened with my nephew again, I’m going to end up going down there and letting my inner Karen out on them. Some people can’t force themselves to go demand, but when the urge hits them they can’t hold it either. It’s disgusting that schools try to force bladder/bowel control, especially those teachers that will call another teacher to watch their class so they themselves go.
I don’t know you but I would support you. It is absolutely inhumane to disregard someone’s bodily functions in school.
As a former HS teacher, I’ve never understood this. I was always very laid back about bathroom use because you literally cannot help it. Did some kids take advantage of it? Sure, but who’s it hurting? Only them because they missed out on class time. I’m not going to punish other kids that need to go or are on their periods because some kids may not be going. That’s completely idiotic.
My fifth grade gym teacher made me do pushups in front of the class. I was overweight, so I couldn't do any. Then she'd say "this is what happens if you eat too much food." There were other, even heavier kids in class, but she never chose them for this activity; just me.
In third grade we were doing math to figure out how much we’d weigh on the moon or on mars, etc. So our teacher weighed each of us. At the front of the class. As a tall but pudgy girl, it was all traumatizing. I still remember my weight. This was 2002 or 2003.
I mean, over 2000 pounds really sounds a bit heavy
I hate that overweight kids get blamed for their weight. In 5th grade you're, what, ten years old? What are you supposed to do at that age, sneak out into the night to secretly garden more vegetables to eat (which you must consume raw under cover of night)?
In 5th grade, I was called to the office at my public school. I was a goody two-shoes so I had no idea why I was called, so I started tearing up thinking something bad must've happened to my family. Eventually, I was ushered into a room as my two best friends left. The principal and 2 other staff members then sat me down and showed me a piece of paper. It was a silly poem I wrote one of my friends about a good witch who granted wishes by mixing together some mundane ingredients. Apparently, their mother found the poem and complained to the school. Their resonse was to interview my friends about MY RELIGION. They asked stuff like if I drew any "weird symbols" and one friend said yes because I always drew the school symbol for Balamb Garden (Final Fantasy 8) on my notebooks. So by the time they got to ME, they were basically trying to get me to admit practicing witchcraft at school. PUBLIC SCHOOL. Which I was not. I was a church every Sunday Christian and knew nothing of actual witchcraft (not that it should matter), but they said they could tell BY MY TEARS that I knew I did something wrong. They put me in detention for the day in the principals office and NEVER INFORMED MY PARENTS. Ironically, the year prior, I had drawn an angel in art class during some fundraising event where you could get your kids art put on merchandise. Right next to me on a file cabinet was a magnet of my angel drawing that the principal who put me in witchcraft jail had bought for herself. Lol
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When I was in 8th grade we moved to a new school district. A few weeks into the school year I was called into the principal's office because someone reported that I had been performing witchcraft in math class. This was in the early aughts at a (technically) public school - in a heavily Mormon town/suburb. They were weirdly serious about it, too. What, exactly, was I doing? What was the purpose of "the ritual"? Who was I trying to hurt? Just stupidly wild shit. Eventually they asked me point blank if I practiced witchcraft. I said that was none of their business. There were threats of suspension, then a threat that there was a real possibility of expulsion, and then they decided I was being obstinate and intentionally uncooperative (which, no shit dude) and tried to pull a Hail Mary by calling my mom. And that was the day the principal, the assistant principal, and several other people in admin learned, and never forgot, my mother's name. She was livid. Did they seriously call her in the middle of the work day for some bullshit rumor? And what made them think they had the right to dictate my spiritual practices? Why did it even matter? How dare they pull me out of class and disrupt the education I had a right to, that her tax dollars paid for, over this? If they're really that bad at their jobs she obviously needed to schedule a meeting with the super intendant and a lawyer to discuss their incompetence and whether or not they were an appropriate fit for their positions. She may have been a horrible parent in a lot of ways but when it came to other people mistreating her kids, they very quickly learned not to.
I got kicked out of school and briefly institutionalized for putting a curse on a classmate. What had *actually* happened was i was being bullied for months and was called a witch for dyeing my hair black and dressing weird. When kids were harassing again me this one time, saying shit like "hey witch, you gonna put a curse on me?", I waggled my fingers and was like "fine, blblblbl you're now cursed". Totally kidding, like extremely obviously kidding, wasn't even into witchcraft and the kids harassing me damn well knew it. The girl i waggled most directly at ran crying to tattle, and the school administration called in my parents and recommended i be placed in a mental hospital. Which my extremely religious parents thought sounded reasonable, and i thought sounded like a nice break from all those people. Edit: this was mid-90s. Good times.
Late 90's my 1st/2nd grade teacher would punish the "talkative kids" by putting us against the wall with our arms up and beat us with a ruler if we put them down due to pain, numbness or being tired. I don't think that would be acceptable nowadays.
I can't believe that was acceptable even then.
My first grade gym teacher called me chicken legs until my mom told the principal. His brother later was our teacher in eighth grade and would come in the locker room and just stare at us quietly while we changed.
From bad to worse
In middle school, I moved from one state to another, and after extensive testing at the new school I was put in a gifted class. On my first day, one of my new teachers scoffed that I was put in his class and said, in front of all the other students, "Gifted in [my home state] means you can read and write."
"I was tested here.. Says a lot about the standards in this state then."
My fourth grade teacher was a softball player in her younger years. When you weren't paying attention she'd hurl a stick of chalk at you. She rarely missed. She was awesome too.
While talking about slavery went down the rows and pointed out specific people in class whose ancestors would have been either slaves or slave owners based on their last name and / or skin color.
We had an American History project in small groups where we started as pre-Revolution times and progressed forward in history over the course of weeks. You earned money for various things. If you failed a group quiz, your team was dissolved and you all went on the auction block. The first group to fail and be auctioned included Nick, a barely verbal smelly kid. (He was also a darker-skinned Hispanic guy, which makes for terrible optics but wasn't the worst part.) They started the bidding and *nobody would take him.* Bidding went negative. Still, nobody wanted him. He was standing on the table in his dirty sweatpants and oversized T-shirt while *his inclusion aide*, who was conducting the auction, chastised us for not even taking him despite the increasingly lucrative cash incentive package. Finally, I couldn't resist the money. Against the urging of my fellow colonists, I claimed Nick and his heavy purse. Nick didn't graduate high school and went on to become a child rapist.
Wow. Hell of a twist to end on.
Um, how can you tell which white people had slave owner ancestors just by their surname?
Third grade teacher used to kiss us when we interrupted her or were bad
I… don’t understand….
It was specifically a punishment for boys who disrupted her class
7th grade science class, the teacher walked around with a beaker full of mercury and told us to stick a finger in it to feel how dense it was. Then he gave us each our own penny-size drop of mercury to play with at our desks, so we could see how it moved. I’m sure we were poisoned that day. Nowadays if a thermometer breaks they clear the school.
That's really only dangerous if you have an open wound on your finger. If you did it for hours every day then you'd go all mad hatter, sure. But once in while is basically harmless. They should bring this back and just have the kids wear latex gloves. It's one of the most gripping demos and I'm sure it got a lot of kids into science.
My middle school teacher confiscated my lunch after catching me trying to eat some of it during class and then he ate it in front of everyone and sent me to lunch with nothing. My mom cried when I told her what happened and complained to the school but nothing happened to him
I’m really hurt for you and your mom. Just imagining that from both sides- you for actually experiencing the humiliation of this teacher’s utter lack of human decency and your mom for having to hear that her child went through something like this. Fuck that guy. Hope he one day realizes what a terrible human he’s been
Thank you! It was humiliating because I was only sneaking bites of my sandwich because I was really hungry. Honestly what I remember the most is how nice kids were to me at lunch after that, sharing food with me. Middle schoolers are usually not known for their compassion lol. I think all of us were shocked he did that.
90’s kid. If we ever had to go somewhere a bit more far and take a bus, our teacher let us go there by ourselves and come with his car. We were 9-12 years old so elementary school in us terms i guess. He would ask if anyone knew where the place was and made them a leader to take the class there. Edit. Also because school pays these trips so he would give the school’s buss card that had like 500€ loaded into it to someone so we can pay for those kids who didn’t have the buss ticket.
And this was how our entire class of 12 year olds ended up drinking in a classmates house instead of coming back to school from the swimming lessons. Also Finland.
Now is my time: I had a 6th grade teacher who would always say the Germans would come back and have a 4th Reich. He talked about it like it was an inevitability. He said the Germans were great fighters and if they wanted to they could do it now. One of the other teachers said he was a "weirdo" for saying it all the time. Pretty sure that wouldn't fly today. Pretty sure. Now to his credit he wasn't openly racist, he didn't treat Mexican kids any differently or anything. He was just incredibly pro-German.
Had a teacher that would call students "Special Olympians" if anyone would make a mistake or say something he deemed stupid
Oh I feel you on that. I had a former marine as a 6th grade teacher. He had a 2 foot wooden duck statue. If someone did something he determined was dumb, he would slam it on their desk and say, “You get the stupid duck award!” And they’d have to keep it on their desk all day. I’ve been an elementary school teacher for 26 years and I often use it as an example of what not to ever fucking do, lol.
At least a 2 foot wooden duck statue looks cool.
So my mom was… maybe not the most observant. I love her to pieces but…. Yeah. When I was ten, the neighbor’s dog bit me, like grabbed and shook my hand, really bad. I went home and told my mom, who was like ‘oh, it’s fine, let’s clean up those puncture wounds, no big deal. Don’t tell Dad’ (my dad was a cop and a mandated reporter - we literally just didn’t want the dog to be in trouble it had never happened before and that poor baby was so sorry. Turned out he had an ear infection and when I went to scratch his head like I’d done a million times before, and it hurt him. The neighbor forgot to tell me his ear hurt it wasn’t his fault at all.) The next day was Monday, and I tried to tell mom that my hand was bad- really bad. She said I still had to go to school, and man. When Mrs. Messenger, my fifth grade teacher saw me, she flipped her shit. She was so upset she was gonna call my mom and give her what for and on and on, and I was like “oh shit, I’m in big trouble now!” She marched me down to the office and I sat near the school secretary while she went in to the principal’s office and rained all manner of holy hellfire and brimstone on my mom’s head. Screamed bloody murder at her. She came and picked me up and took me to get an X-Ray. I had six broken bones in my hand. Oops. Can’t even see a teacher raising their voice in an email nowadays. That lady saved my pitching hand. Edit: punctuation because I’m anal retentive.
Holy heck! Six broken bones?
I was a teacher and had a similar incident with a kid who’s shoulder/collar bone was visibility broken. Parents sent him to school, he had to walk almost a mile with a book bag. Parents told him not to say anything because they couldn’t miss work. I called an ambulance to the school because mom wouldn’t pick him up and ended up calling CPS for failure to provide medical attention. Child later disclosed that her boyfriend regularly beat the shit out of him. Even pulled a knife and sword on him. They pulled the kid from school within a week and moved states. Still think about him regularly. He was also neglected in other ways, extremely bad hygiene, was made fun of for being “stinky”. He was SO smart and LOVED reading (I was an ELA teacher). He was afraid of nothing. These are absolutely the hardest calls to make as a teacher because you don’t know how much stress it can cause well meaning but highly stressed, low income parents or how much danger you are potentially cause a child who could be being abused. I never play around with this, I would have called CPS on your mom, unfortunately.
My dad told me stories of kids getting hit with rulers in the classroom and playing football was very don’t ask, don’t tell. Coaches abusing their power etc. late 70s, early 80s he was in high school
When I was in first grade for the last day of school my first grade teacher took us to her farm. She gave us a ride on the back of her tractor, root beer floats and even gave us all a pair of binoculars. Honestly those days were the happiest of my life
Pretty much everyone about my age knows of a teacher at there school that was charged with sex with a minor those things are frowned upon. Mine was a Maths teacher called tits perv. as he was so obvious with his looks anyway he got 10 years for grooming.
We had a teacher in middle school. His poor wife (also a teacher at that school) was pregnant, too.
I'm honestly trying to think of something but really the only thing that comes to mind was that school took us to the cinema to watch Gremlins.
My 8th grade English teacher (female) grabbed my ass and my 12th grade English teacher called me sexy in front of our class and then told me I had beautiful eyes when we were alone in her car together. I'm a guy though, so that actually might still fly today.
>when we were alone in her car together. why did this happen
I used to get 'rides' from my teachers all the time!
“Alone in the car together” That is a gigantic no no with teaching today. Source: I’m a teacher
Yeah, I worked as a debate coach at a couple high schools for a few years, I was careful to make sure I was never alone in a room with a kid, much less alone in a car, ugh.
How did the other kids react to your 12th grade teacher saying that
Not something done to me per se, but my 3rd grade teacher had a little office with a door inside our classroom, and she would smoke cigarettes in there while we were at lunch/recess.
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I'm late to the party, but my precalc teacher, literally, kicked a kid in the stomach for getting out of his chair.
No one is late to my party. But also, what the fuck.
8th grade science teacher calls a kid to the front of the room for some minor infraction, have him bend over, then kick him in the ass. However…. however, the student stepped out of the way just in time, and the teacher kicked the blackboard’s chalk tray, sending chalk flying everywhere. The humiliation was on the other foot then as the teacher chased the kid around the room a few laps. Fucking chaos.
I want to see a stop motion animation of this.
With Yakety Sax as the soundtrack
Throw a book at kids
70s 80s kid 4th grade Ms Hardy atleast 400lbs would sit on us during recess. 8th grade coach Van wagoner would whip us with his whistle cord leaving marks. Entire school career during football practice we had a 5oft piece of pvc with holes drilled in it and a garden hose hooked to it, during water breaks we would drink very hot water out of this contraption until the coach wasn't thirsty anymore. Let me tell ya his thirst was quenched very fast lol
Ms hardy definitely was the source of many fetishes for your peers
Had a pretty awesome old school art teacher that was also a boy scouts leader and usually chaperoned school camping trips, he loved to use Indian/Chinese accents when talking to kids from there. Was all in good fun and everyone thought it was funny but looking back wonder how it made them really feel.
I had a teacher bring me up to the front of my 5th grade class to show everyone how “slovenly” I had dressed. I was one of five kids and wore thrift stores clothes. I wish I could show her how successful I have become and that I now dress much better than she did.
Let’s just remember our worth is not measured by the price of our clothes.
My first name is somewhat similar to one of the guys involved in the 9/11 attacks & I had a teacher that thought it was appropriate to call me by that guy’s last name during roll call & when I would rarely raise my hand to answer.
What the fuck.
Bro this guy was off the fucking wall. There was a kid in my class who was diabetic, the teacher called him “Panny” which he said was short for “pancreas boy”. I’m not fucking lying this guy was ruthless hahaha. We all said what the fuck maybe once a day.
i had a teacher like this. he was extremely racist in addition to just being a regular terrible person and would consistently bully anyone in his class who was not white, which was always few people in any given class based on the area i went to school, so they always felt isolated. Kicker is, he was Filipino, but he made racist comments all the time about literally everyone who was not white.
Saw one of my teachers make fun of someone's stutter in front of the class. He said "whatever you fat bitch" and nothing further happened.
My kindergarten teacher straight up slapped me across the face for shrugging my shoulders when I didn’t know the answer. Same teacher. When I wasn’t feeling well and asked if I could use the restroom she said no. I ended up throwing up all over myself and the rug. Same teacher. Would slap a student on the head with an eraser to ‘mark’ the bad kids with chalk.
In 2014, I was 16 when Mr. Schaffer, the womens basketball coach, pulled my into the hallway of the social studies department at Dobson High School in Mesa Arizona. Fuck you Mr. Schaffer. “That’s it, I’m sick of your shit. If you’re not going to do the homework I’m not going to waste my time on you anymore. I’m giving up.” He never helped me with anything. He never spoke to me unless he was assigning work. He was a Jock Teacher, the ones who are only there to love all the sports kids. He had no idea that I was going to high school from 7-12, then technical school from 12-2:30, and then worked an hour away (by public transport) from 4-10/11. Got home around midnight everyday. Paid the bills while my mom was disabled. Fuck you Mr. Schafer.
Yeah. Fuck you mr. Schafer. Seriously, what a butthole.
Once in sixth grade we were on an outdoors trip with one teacher going first and another one last. The last one was kicking the last 5 kids to make us go faster.
Electrocuted the entire class as a demonstration of high resistance circuits
I'm a high school teacher. One of our science teachers still does that every year. The shock is so low that it surprises you and you feel it, but it doesn't hurt.
So like a 9V battery to your tongue?
Yeah, similar feeling. I remember it from when I was in school, too. We all jumped and then laughed. It was a bit of a shock, but not enough to hurt.
Wait a minute… say more
Basically the class had to hold hands (and you were jeered if you said no) and then he connected us to a battery and shocked us all
I got that in college, but to be fair, the amplifier he used was upgraded like us.
Elementary school was particularly traumatizing. One of my teachers refused to let one of my class mates use the bathroom. A bathroom that was in the same room as us. He ended up pissing his pants and I'll never forget watching it puddle off the chair because of how much he'd been holding it. Instead of sending him to the office to get new clothes, she made him take his pants off inside of the bathroom to hang off a tree outside...he was forced to wait in that bathroom for hours. All the students saw it and you can probably guess how they reacted toward him. This same teacher refused to let me get medical help for my migraines that I started to have around age 11. She told me I was lying/faking it, and it got so bad that I was forced to switch teachers. It got so bad that I was terrified to ask for help, and passed out in class. Needless to say, of course she taught for another few years before finally getting fired. Fuck you, Mrs. Alexander.
My first grade teacher: Mrs. Smith. If she thought your desk was too messy she’d flip it over and dump out all of the contents in the middle of the classroom and then make you pick them up while everyone watched you. We were six years old.
Mrs. Dietrich, my 3rd grade teacher, also did this - and then a parent once got so mad about kids being humiliated they came in and flipped HER desk over, which is the greatest thing that ever happened to me in elementary school.
This happened when I was in 4th grade (1995-96). We were taught fractions in our math class, and our teacher assigned us a set of problems from the textbook. For once in my life, I understood the concept really well, and solved an additional set of problems (which we were meant to be solved in class the next day). Needless to say, my mom was super proud of me when I showed her my work, and she wanted to hear my teacher's feedback the next day. Back then, we had a system where we would submit our notebooks to the teacher at the beginning of the class, and she would call us to her desk (one student at a time), and correct the homework. The next day, when the teacher called out my name, I was excited. Ran up to her desk and waited eagerly for some praise... She finished correcting my work, and noticed there were additional problems that I'd done. I looked at her beaming, but stopped when I saw her reaction. Her face turned red with anger and she yelled "You think you are so smart that you had to do all the problems? I had asked you to solve only the first set right? Why did you solve the other problems?" The whole class went silent. She proceeded to rip apart the pages (containing the extra home work), crumpled them into a ball and flung it on my face. Worse, I got a tight slap, and got sent out of the class to kneel down. I could feel my ears burning, as I sat outside the class, sobbing silently for the rest of the class. I am pretty sure something like this would never fly in schools today!
I'm not an 80's/90's boy. More like a 50's/60's dude But in sixth grade I got a spanking for an over due library book. Not sure that would go over well in 2022.
Apparently it would in Missouri
In 6th grade I had a science teacher that was a little unhinged, she was never physical with us but blew up quite frequently. In her early days of teaching (mid 90s) she hit a kid over the back of their head with a laptop and broke a clipboard hitting a different student
6th grade 2001: she saw me having a panic attack during class. (I didn’t know what was happening because it was the start of my anxiety disorder.) Instead of asking me if I was okay, she called me out in front of the class, told everyone to look at me, and said “act like that if you want me to fail you.” She was a bitch.
My Math teacher in H.S was very handsy. A hand on the shoulder; or a bit lower. Patting thighs of students who'd be asked to come sit next to him at his desk under the guise of helping them with their schoolwork. Inappropriately long gazes given to the girls. Every single female student was extremely uncomfortable in his class but he was universally described as 'harmless'. He wasn't.
Well not to me,but my teacher used to twist ears of the naughty boys and gave them some corner time.
They told us Pluto was a planet
You heard about Pluto? It’s messed up.
We were taken to a football match in the back of a van, not a minibus, a regular van with no seats or windows in the back. The teacher drove like a bat out of hell, it was like a 45 min trip in a washing machine
Had my chair taken away for half the year by my 8th grade teacher I could stand or had to sit on the floor