Hey Pandas, What Was The Rudest Or Most Absurd Thing That A Teacher Or Educator Has Done Or Said To You?

Teacher told me that because I was black I would probably be janitor or something and it wasn't my fault black people black just are not smart enough and that's why she always made me stay and clean up after class so I could be practice for my future, Well i'm in early college now and taking honors classes so f**k you Mrs. Wheeler

My second submission to this post, sorry!

Had a math teacher in year 2 who said this: 'I wont teach you anymore math, as you are too stupid to understand it'... well, he wasnt kidding. Never taught me anything and I never learned it. I changed school some time after but at that point it was kinda too late. Never learned. But I did earn two bachelor later in life, one in fashion and one in childcare psychology. So did not need that math teacher to do what I wanted at least!

Two things:

1) when I was in third grade, 11th now, my teacher simply told me that math was not my thing. Little does she know I am now two years ahead in math and doing AP Calc BC this year.

2) my teacher last year consistently told me that I did not have ADHD. I went through MONTHS of testing and she REFUSED to follow accommodations to help me focused. I was put in the very back the classroom next to a freaking window- surrounded by teenage boys. They were so distracting. Though I will admit they were kind of hilarious.

I have 3:

1. Teacher used the “N” word in class
2. Teacher tells me I’m only dating my boyfriend because he is black.

3. Teacher says you can tell by a girl’s ankles if she will be fat when she gets older or not. He then proceeds to judge every girl in the classroom and decides if they will be fat.

The 90’s were an experience!

This is going to be a long one, but it's a doozy. I was in a clinical placement in grad school with an on-site supervisor who was also one of my professors (we'll call her Hillary) and an off-site supervisor who was likewise also one of my professors (we'll call him George). Hillary never, ever observed any of my therapy sessions, never met with me about anything, and was extremely hands-off. When George came to observe me, Heather had set me up to conduct a therapy session with an individual I'd never worked with before and had no rapport with. Needless to say I felt set up for failure and the session didn't go so great. George also thought I had done a poor job and he didn't like that I had taken my eyes off my client for a second to wave hi to him when he arrived. (Umm okay.) Heather told George that she had talked to me so many times about my clinical skills and that I never listened (LIES - she had never once observed me or talked with me). George told me to expect to fail the clinical placement and to be kicked out of grad school. I sat there in shock not knowing what to say or do. George pointed out that I wasn't even bothering to take notes about anything he was saying which just further solidified his notion that I deserved to be kicked out of grad school. Now mind you, I was in my final semester, I had good grades, and I had graduated top of the class in their undergraduate program, and here they were toying with my future. Hillary made me write up a document detailing all of the ways that I was doing a poor job (including making me write that I "didn't care about my clients" because I had taken my eyes off my client to say hi to George), how I was going to fix each problem, and she made me sign it. It made me sick to my stomach. George came to observe me one more time a few weeks later, thought I did a stellar job, laughed and said, "See! You just needed a kick in the butt!" I graduated completely jaded and no longer wanting to join the workforce. I did eventually get a job and have been working for almost 10 years in the field now, but I don't recommend that school to anyone.

I was terrible at accounting in high school.
One year I caught meningitis and had a short hospital stay.
Upon returning my accounting teacher was handing out marked question papers, one I obviously failed.
When he slapped my paper down he asks: "[Last name], where have you been?" and I explain to him that I had meningitis and was in hospital. He picked up my paper again and says "Well, I'm not so sure I believe that because looking at these marks, you would first need a brain." Today I work in finance - Im not sure if I should be worried for my employer. :)

My English teacher has actually committed a rude act quite recently, and I am pretty much devastated after that incident occurred.
I am in 11th standard now. So Mr. A. was given the responsibility to choose a student from all sections who's gonna be delivering the speech on the Independence day. Mr. A. proceeded to choose my best friend, let's call her B, and he literally begged her to participate in the audition, even when she repeatedly told him that she was already participating in the dance programme. Mr. A. paid no heed, and he convinced B to participate in the audition for delivering the speech. B is my bestie, and she told me that Mr. A. was listing the names of students interested in the speech delivery. I am a good speaker, and my previous teachers often praise me for my speaking abilities. I decided to go for the audition. He listed my name, and told me as well as B that there were 2-3 other students who were willing to participate. He asked us to write the speech by the weekend and he will be hearing the speech around 3-4 days later.
I submitted my speech, and he admitted that my speech was pretty good. When the audition took place, only B and I were present in the room. So he had lied about other students participating in the speech. Anyway, B and I delivered our speech in front of him. He wasn't even listening to us! He was busy scrolling his fb page!!! He told us that the final audition was gonna be held 2 days later.
The school was over and I headed towards my home. At the school gate, he called me aside from the line and told me that the final audition was going to be held on the day of the independence Day programme. I asked him whether he was sure. He said he was sure. So.. the final audition that was supposed to be held n the independence day itself...
The day before the independence day, I called B to confirm the time and venue ... She said that Mr. A. had already selected her.
I felt like I was betrayed. So much time and effort was wasted... This drama was caused only because a moronic teacher favoured another student ... coz she had shared her tiffin with him once when he had forgotten to bring his own food???
On teacher's day, no audition is going to be held for delivering the speech. She was requested to deliver the speech on the occasion. She denied it as she is participating in the dance programme...
I am dumbfounded. I am quite studious and I complete my cw and hw, projects, etc. before the deadline. I follow all instructions given by the teachers. I have not gotten into any trouble for years now.
My friend B is a very good student too. She's extremely kind and helpful.
I am not sure how to react. If I confront Mr. A, I can lose my bestie if she misunderstands me. On the other hand, if I am unable to participate in co -curriculum activities, I will lose chances of qualifying in elite colleges.
I am not sure how to react, but this is definitely the rudest thing done by my teacher.

I am sorry if there are any errors in my writing as my eyes are teary and I can't stop crying.

For the past week me and my gf have constantly been getting f in trouble for touch eachother, even just holding hands. At lunch we were cuddling and a staff member came and told us to get off eachother, so we did, and my gf decided to rest her arm on me. The staff member then said "all appendages off each other" which is really stupid imo

Not to me, but when I worked as a campus safety I saw some crazy things. I will never forget the teacher who had me remove a student from his class because he wouldn't blow his nose hard enough and kept sniffling in class. I took the kiddo for a ride on the golf cart for the remainder of class.

My third grade teacher. *growls furiously under breath*

I admit it: I was far from a good kid when I was younger.

But that's no excuse for how my third grade teacher treated me.

I remember absolutely hating her, especially since she talked about me with the other teachers about me behind my back(I eavesdropped on some of their conversations), but the most common offense she did was assuming things about me based off what the other kids said.

One such incident: a perfectly fine, happy day. We're doing word sort in class. After most of the class was done and it was time to clean up, I clean up relatively quickly and notice that the girl next to me hadn't cleaned up yet. So I cleaned it up for her, thinking I was doing her a favor.

She comes back and is FURIOUS because apparently she hadn't shown our teacher the sort yet. Long story short, she complained to the teacher and made it seem like I had "messed up" her word sort with malicious intent, and the teacher ignored my insistence that it was just a misunderstanding on my part. She called my parents.

This wasn't the only way she hurt me emotionally that year. I think third grade was the year I gave up on trying to trust the staff of my elementary school. Honestly, if I hadn't moved away, I'd still be a jerk, because it was that lack of trust of my teachers that created my hostility towards them.

I had a professor warn me about my already-ex boyfriend that I was still friendly with. He said he likes to prey on girls who are “homely” and I needed to be careful. I hadn’t asked for his opinion (obviously), and at the time I wasn’t even in one of his classes, he just randomly stopped me in the hall. I was too flabbergasted to say anything but I wish I’d told that a**hole what he could do with his advice! Btw, I am not homely, as if that mattered.

I have two stories.
1. Had a teacher in the 5th grade who was the absolute worst person. We were kids right? Well guess what. If anyone did anything he didn't like the whole class would get punished. It didn't even matter if you weren't in the room at the time. Someone talks during a test? Whole class now has to write the state capitals. Someone chewing gum? The whole class has to write "I will not eat in class" Two pages, front AND back. This red headed short loser was the softball coach. Still hate him.
Turns out the whole reason he would torture us is because his wife was leaving him and he needed therapy. He eventually got therapy and returned as a high school teacher much more well adjusted, not that him getting therapy helped with my scars or my trust issues....bastard.

2. High school music teacher. First week of school he was a great guy. He was smart, kind, understanding, winning smile, made me start to rethink some of the c**p my father had taught me (but that's a story for a different time). Second week of school he shows up 10mins late to class, eyes fire engine red and talking about how none of us respect music and how we are all disrespectful kids that'll get nowhere in life. The damned fool was on drugs. I couldn't believe it. He would show up every day that semester and yell at my class and classmates. Eventually enough people complained that the cops got called. I believe one day he actually threw a chair at a female student from another class. He got arrested and last I heard he was in jail in the next town.
Good riddance to him. What really sucks is that in both instances I really liked them when I first met them. I still don't trust people because of them. The nicest people you meet can turn out to be the absolute worst.

My elementary teacher knowing that hitting the students was illegal (!), was asking from us to hit our deskmate in case he/she did something "wrong"... Thankfully, even though we were 7-8 years old, we stood against him and never hit one another

I admit that I probably wasn't the most well behaved student in school, but I was still surprised by a substitute teacher wanting to fight me when I was in 9th grade. When you have a room full of 14-15yr olds in a human biology class, jokes will be made and there will be laughing, just has to be expected. Well this guy had ZERO sense of humor about anything. I don't remember exactly what the kid next to me said (was almost 25yrs ago), I just remember laughing and then seeing a coffee mug fly past my head and hit a wall. It was immediately followed by the teacher stomping towards our row of desks while staring at me and threatening to "wait in the parking lot in front of your bus and see how funny you think it is when I beat some respect into you in front of your audience". Then just as fast he went back to writing on the white board. Most of us assumed he was just blowing off steam or trying to intimidate the other students into behaving since he was going to be there all week.(regular teacher was recovering from surgery) Well imagine all of our surprise when the last bell rang and we all left to get on the bus and find the teacher standing on the sidewalk where he said he would be. I was a little shocked but thought it might be a coincidence. That is until he started to take off his tie and jacket while yelling profanities at me. Was still not 100% we was for real until he actually took a swing at me. Side note, I was a big kid. By 15 I was 5'11 and 220lbs. Wrestling team, football team and track and field. Short version? He dun f*cked up. Once I realized he was for real, I commenced to whipping his a*s. Badly. Then, rather then take his beating like a man, he went to the school board and had me thrown out and said I assaulted him. Even after multiple students came forward and told them what had really happened, they chose to believe his lie rather then open themselves up to a massive lawsuit.

So one day we had a science exhibition. Me, my friend and some other seniors were selected to decorate the blackboards and the soft boards where the exhibition would take place (We were not informed about it and came to know about it 4 hours before the exhibition). We were a group of 6. As we didn't have any resources, we didn't know where to start. Luckily one of the teachers noticed our plight and sneaked us some colored chalks, paper and paint. For 4 hours straight we worked without a break. We didn't even eat our lunch. Oh and on the same day there was a school event and all my classmates went to it without me. After 4 hours of coloring every blackboard and decorating every soft board, we went to our classes. Of course everybody were at the event so we were just there alone. After half an hour or so the class came and started talking about how good the event was. I couldn't hear them because my ears were ringing from walking around our big school again and again. My class teacher came and IN FRONT OF EVERYONE SAID" I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED WITH YOUR WORK! JUST HOW LAZY CAN YOU BE?" I was pretty sad because she was such a nice teacher but didn't comment anything.
Went home. Next day my legs were throbbing, had a headache and was fatigued.

We had a sub English teacher for quite some time after our previous one left quite suddenly. For context, we are graded as Beginning, Developing, Achieving (where we’re supposed to be), Mastering, and Exceeding. She told us that no one was going to receive an Exceeding (similar to an A+) because “I believe no one can ever achieve Exceeding.” Yes, lady, we like your life lessons but the colleges we’re going to apply for won’t.

I was in 5th grade and I had some learning disabilities but was still able to keep up with everything, but it just took me a little longer to comprehend things. I had finally started to understand the problem on the projector and got the courage to raise
my hand to complete the problem in front of the class. Instead in front of the whole class the teacher told me it would be too hard for me and asked me to spell out a word on the projector. To this day I’ve never forgotten that and I have an MBA in my field.