“My teacher tried to kill me once!”

We had a sub in grade 4 who whacked things with the meter stick and threw a chair across the room.
Never saw him again.
 
My college biology professor did me dirty as hell. I was out sick on the day he rescheduled the final exam and no one told me, not even him when I came back a class later. It was scheduled two days before the normal date and I didn't show. I came in the day it was originally planned only to find the classroom empty. Came back to school the next day after getting his schedule, talked to him about what happened, and I asked if I could take the final. He said yes. Sounded good to me. I was confident and when I went in to take the exam, I knew most of the answers, so I was done within about half an hour. Waited the week or however long it was for the grades to come back -- all As and Bs, but a 0 in Bio. A big, fat 0.

I knew that was impossible since there was absolutely no way I'm bombed every question. I tried to get answers, even going to the guidance counselor, but nothing came of it. Never saw him again; dropped out of college right after. Terrible, because I had a C in the class and knew I would come out of it with at least a B, more likely an A since I was always the one to have an average grade in class and then ace my final (lazy strats?) and bump my grade up a full letter or two. Guess he didn't like my lazy strats. Neither did my math prof but he passed me anyway. My bio prof fucked me over because I was that last class away from getting my gen ed done :/ Could've gotten into a decent veterinary college since I was on the honor roll if he hadn't screwed me so utterly, but my panic disorder had already been getting to me and I really couldn't handle another semester of just Bio. I hate gen ed classes. >.>

Maybe it's good that I didn't get into vet school, though. Veterinarians have a high rate of suicide due to putting so many animals down, never getting recognition, and feeling terrible about their long hours and failed patients. Dunno if I'd be able to handle it.
 
My Year 2 teacher had a thing against male students. She was unnecessarily mean and harsh with any student that happened to have a penis to the point that parents were actually pulling their kids out of her class. Never had any work for me to do after I finished the boring shit she gave us or brought in any more difficult books either but that's minor by comparison.

Fast forward to more recent years, I had a couple of uni lecturers fail unquestionably pass-worthy work out of discrimination that I unfortunately couldn't prove.
 
Summer of 2018, university Java course.

First of all, allow me to set the mood. He was an old man who looked like Mitch McConnell of the US senate, spliced together with what seemed to be one of the stoned giant sea turtles from Finding Nemo. This isn't a criticism, you just need to know this in order to get the vibes he was giving off.

He spent the entire semester quietly muttering to himself about vaguely computer-sounding jargon. It was a large classroom and literally nobody could understand what he was saying, and he refused any attempts to speak up or repeat himself. By the end we were all scooting up to the front of the room but that still wasn't enough - like he was whispering. Most of what he said was unintelligible anyways, when we did manage to understand him only about 50% of what he was talking about was actually in the course curriculum. Java is a very specific skill that doesn't require knowledge of circuit boards, or the history of computing, or C#, or boolean algebra, or his dislike of Microsoft, but he taught us - or rather, tried and failed to teach us all of those things.

Of course, we were totally fucked for the midterm. We went to other teachers for the same course and tried to get a bit of extra help, but it wasn't really enough - we'd learned nothing. We even went as an entire class to complain about him to the department head, but nothing ended up being done about it. He'd probably been teaching there for decades for all I know.

He was also just generally a dick. Asking him to clarify or repeat himself or even asking questions he thought were obvious would be met with a either sarcastic remark or a five-minute rant. If you weren't in your seat by the time he hobbled in you also didn't get to attend that class, which.... why. There was one day when I was walking in the door right behind him as he sat down and he tried to tell me I was too late. I managed to get out of it by claiming I'd just got here from a doctor's appointment, but the person right behind me who wasn't as quick to make up an excuse didn't get to attend that class :V

Anyways, long story short, by the end of the term there were only ~10 of us left out of the original 40+. Even by the end of the term nothing had changed and we'd learned essentially nothing, so at least half of us including me ended up just handing in our finals blank and retaking the course with a different teacher.

Ah, 3 months of my life. At least I got a stupid story out of it.
 
gimmepie said:
My Year 2 teacher had a thing against male students. She was unnecessarily mean and harsh with any student that happened to have a penis to the point that parents were actually pulling their kids out of her class. Never had any work for me to do after I finished the boring shit she gave us or brought in any more difficult books either but that's minor by comparison.

Fast forward to more recent years, I had a couple of uni lecturers fail unquestionably pass-worthy work out of discrimination that I unfortunately couldn't prove.
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Had something similar in college, except these professors treated me poorly because I'm autistic.
They ended up sabotaging me but no one believed me, so I just switched out of their program.
 
Dimitri said:
Had something similar in college, except these professors treated me poorly because I'm autistic.
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This is exactly what happened to me. After my mandatory meeting with the disability services office at the uni, some of my lecturers very suddenly started giving me piss poor marks. It was either that or my age since I was 16 at the time. Outside evaluations always found my work to be of a good calibre but I could never actually prove it was discrimination based on age/disability. I just had to retake the units and hope for a different lecturer.
 
gimmepie said:
This is exactly what happened to me. After my mandatory meeting with the disability services office at the uni, some of my lecturers very suddenly started giving me piss poor marks. It was either that or my age since I was 16 at the time. Outside evaluations always found my work to be of a good calibre but I could never actually prove it was discrimination based on age/disability. I just had to retake the units and hope for a different lecturer.
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Same here, I know for a fact I did better than they marked me. They gave me C's all the way through, and I'm a perfectionist so having such low marks really damaged my self esteem.
I was proven right when I switched to my new program and made straight A's all through, deans letters every semester, 2nd in class at graduation. I know my shit.
 
a lot of my teacher horror stories have to deal with me being autistic as well. my first grade teacher would lock me in the supply closet, making me miss lunch or snack time, if i was having a meltdown or sensory overload in class. i didn't tell my mom because she was best friends with this teacher and probably wouldnt believe me anyway.

fast forward to senior year of high school, and i experienced ableism once again with my ap literature teacher. he was also transphobic as well (he was catholic i think) and never used my preferred name or pronouns no matter how many times i complained. all of my teachers knew i was autistic and mentally ill. he treated me harsher, "lost" my assignments so i would have to redo them, always gave my essays low scoring grades because i was "hard to understand" when a majority of my peers said the essays sounded fine... etc. one day i had to turn in a huge 12 page research paper. i had stayed up the night prior writing and editing this thing. when i walked into class and turned it in to him, he said he wouldn't take it because i had failed to turn in a prior assignment (which i had). keep in mind this assignment was worth my entire grade for the semester. this dude was so fucking egotistical he refused to admit that he had lost the assignment and it was his fault. i ended up breaking down crying and he told me to leave and go to the dean's office. i went to the guidance counselor instead and explained what happened and ended up staying there until the next period. my friend came up to me afterwards and said while i was out, this teacher spent the rest of the fucking period complaining about me, misgendering me, and using ableist slurs. my friend recorded it with their phone and showed the recording to the principal, but nothing was ever done. he was by far the nastiest piece of work. he didn't even apologize to me afterwards, but did end up taking my paper and grading it.
 
I remember an elementary school teacher who hated me for some peculiar reason. She observed me getting bullied and preceded to laugh at it. I snapped and punched the kid doing it, but that's when she decided to step in. One kid had vandalized the classroom and of course I was her prime suspect and spent the entire day dealing with that. Another time somebody stole a book and I'm the one she immediately searched. (Yet I was also a very quiet kid who kept to himself, so I'm not sure why she had such an issue with me).

It was a long time ago though. We ran into each other once again and we were fine with each other. She wasn't my teacher anymore either but she remembered my name and was polite enough.
 
My second grade teacher stuck me into the back of the classroom, facing the wall. If I turned around... he would literally just scream at me to face said wall. My mom told me that it gave me horrible nightmares... I was only like six or seven at the time... No joke. At the time, I was only diagnosed with ADHD and various learning delays since my autism wasn't diagnosed until some time later.
 
drama teacher came to the end of her limit during one particular class in where we were mercilessly testing her in the way dumbass teenagers test their teachers and what they can get away with - she was a noticeable weak link due to wearing her emotions on the surface, and not having the quick wit OR intimidating presence to get one over us, so she was easy to play with

unfortunately (but i truly don't blame her) this time around, the teacher completely snapped and screamed at us 15 year olds to an extent that the deans were alerted and gently escorted her out of the class, never to teach there again
she purposely didn't aim it any anyone but she threw a book at the wall with such force that it was heard a couple of classrooms over
she got pregnant and retired from the profession completely within a year

i thought of this story bc it was not a matter of her being a bad person/teacher by any means, i think she was perfectly fine, but she was just not up to the test of dealing with immature and highly organised nightmares like us, and when she fell, she fell bad
she was one of those teachers that had the desire to impart knowledge and was quirky, but her teaching educator never impressed on her the necessity to which you have to build a mental wall at times, and it simply took all her energy

we were inarguably the villains but nothing came of it bc of the severity of her reaction, i think
 
Most of the creatures back in a school, middle one (experimental generation back in the 90's) and high. They were calling themselves "teachers" but those human garbage weren't teaching anything other than hate. All that mattered for them was timetable and so-called "schedule". Everybody was forced to learn certain things in certain amount of time. You didn't and you were abused, then trashed around in 'official' ways. It was (and currently is) type of a production line. In Poland people are forced either to get higher education or chose vocational school right after middle thing. The outcome is weird. You have this "college" done and might not find any job that won't try to kill what's left of your positive attitude. Or you can skip collecting fancy-sounding degrees, get a job after finishing vocational school and try to move from there. Either way its a grinder of worst sort that in most cases just destroys potential. We're all great and such, but not getting along, always stressed. Most teachers are not giving any type of guidance. They're just doing their work. Same time of work their parents did.

Personally i believe that learning process isn't as simple as government thinks - for each person it's different experience. Some people learn fast, some slower, some are better at science when others at something else. Here, everyone are equally stripped of their chances. Some manage to came on top, most are just trying to survive later on. What's worse is that no degree will guarantee anything. After wasting years the scholar may be forced to do something completely different from what he wanted to do. Just because there is no room or acceptable pay.
 
Both my GCSE German teacher and my Y8 Maths teacher were both terrible teachers, and terrible people.

I was going through an incredibly tough time mentally during my GCSE's, and often missed class/an entire school day because of it. Almost all my teachers were understanding and tried their best to support me however they could whilst still ensuring I engaged in schoolwork, but my German teacher made my life absolute hell. She once locked me in a spare classroom for the duration of her class because I didn't hand in homework (yes, I routinely didn't hand in work, no, that was absolutely not the way to deal with that) and would publicly call me out for not turning up to class, but never bothered to talk to me about it in private or ask why I was missing class. It all culminated in her keeping me behind one day to finally talk to me 1-on-1, in which I explained both my declining mental health and the fact I'd just been diagnosed with Aspergers, and she told me that she didn't believe in autism/Aspergers and they were 'an excuse for lazy children'. I believe that perfectly sums up what kind of teacher she was, lol. I passed her class with a B in the end though so clearly me missing class didn't impact my results as much as she thought. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As for my Y8 Maths teacher, she was just a cruel-hearted and callous person, full stop. She never did anything specifically terrible to me, but was an absolute nightmare to one of my close friends; bearing in mind he was only 13 and had recently become a full-time carer for his Mum after she suffered a stroke, and was often in and out of hospital for various medical conditions of his own. She always called him out for sleeping in class, publicly, to humiliate him, and would keep him after school for detentions despite knowing he had to be home to take care of his mother. She was eeeeevil.

That being said, I did also have a lot of absolutely amazing teachers without whom I wouldn't be where I am now... just a couple of bad apples in an otherwise perfect bunch.
 
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