Hey Pandas, Who Is That One Teacher You Hated In Your Student Life? (Closed)

Mrs. Tammy Taylor.
That woman was abusive. She was my first grade teacher and made my life hell.
She would blame me for every little thing that went wrong. Can't find her pens? She pointed at me. Can't find her gradebook? I must've taken it. I sneezed during a test and she took the test and ripped it up in front of me and cashed me a cheater in front of everyone. Once she made me stand in the corner for the entirety of a day and made me wet myself in front of the class.
I tried to tell my parents but I came from an abusive home so no help there.
Mrs. Taylor once isolated me by putting my desk in the bathroom in the classroom. I had to leave and go to the corner when someone had to use the bathroom but I wasnt allowed to use the bathroom. Once I decided to just go and she yelled at me from outside and opened the door on me and scream at me to get out. I was so terrified that from there on out, I started bringing extra pants to school in case I had to use the bathroom. I tried telling anyone who would listen but no one did. She painted me as a trouble maker. A liar.
Once she told the principal that I hit a kid even though that kid slammed a book into the neck of my head first. I got ISS for two weeks. ISS was held in the high school portion of the school and most of the time I was alone but I remember for the days there was this guy in there who hair whispering in my ear that I was going to die there. Mrs. Taylor came in while he was whispering and yelled at me about socializing. She put me in the empty closet in the classroom with a lamp and that's where I finished first grade. I listened to everyone play games, dance to music, have fun... And I sat in the closet. Forgotten. At 6 years old.
I ended up being bullied 24/7 growing up. At home and at school. It got worse when Mrs. Taylor became my fifth grade teacher as well. Often she made me write essays about why I'm a bad kid. Often she would accuse me of theft. Once I brought to school my sister's mp3 player and Mrs. Taylor confiscated it and claimed I stole it from a student. But no one else claimed it so Mrs. Taylor said I must've stolen it from her. I never got it back.
She once asked me if I was accused at home and I said yes and she told my parents at home that I was telling everyone I was being abused. My parents requested I be isolated for the rest of the year.
For the last six months of my fifth grade year, she kept sending me to the principals office who made me sit in the empty cafeteria room in front of the office facing a wall. I don't know why. I was forgotten. All I knew is no one wanted me around.
To this day, I still don't know what I did wrong. I went on to middle and high school and was bullied horribly. I tried committing suicide several times. Mrs. Taylor was part of the counseling board at my school and suggested I go to a mental health facility where I wasted three months and it made me want to die more. It didn't help. It only have my parents something else to hate me over. The school ordered I go. It costed my parents thousands.

I only have questions.
What did I do wrong Mrs. Taylor? Why did you hate me? Why me? Why wasn't I allowed to live?

OK, just a few entries, but so far, getting the impression we need to screen teachers to be sure they're not sociopaths.

My Government/Economics teacher prevented me from going to college.

He gave me an F for the semester because I didn’t turn in a term paper in time. I had a doctor’s note from the HOSPITAL stating that I had missed the due date because I was so sick. He refused to accept the paper.

My mother fought it all the way to the superintendent. I ended up with a D-, but due to Ed code that was all anyone could force him to do. I was a senior in high school. I lost my scholarship and was rescinded from my college, because of a late paper.

Over 30 years later, I hate that man for what he cost me with his damn power trip.

Sister Crescentwrench. Her nickname. She was vicious, abusive, cruel, and that was her usual day. On a really bad day, she pulled a kid by the hair so hard it came out in her hand and he bled all over. She didn't think my handwriting was neat enough, so she hit my hands with the edge of a metal ruler. I still have visible scars. She regularly told us we were going to hell. She needed to be in prison, not in a convent.

Sister Jane - thrid grade. I'll preface this by saying ALL of the other nuns at that school were wonderful and so full of love and joy, but Sr Jane was evil. She'd smack Paul's* (name changed) against the chalkboard every day, even if he hadn't done anything wrong yet.
After giving a math assignement that required a ruler, I was digging in my desk looking for my ruler - the old desks with the super heavy tops that you'd hold open with your head while you dug. She came up behind me, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, causing the top of the desk to slam on my hands, and yelled at me for not working on my math.

Side note: we had "journals" that we woudl write - she'd write on the board exactly what to write in the journals. At the end of the year she allowed us to write whatever we want. I found that journal when I was in my 20s. My last entry was a detailed description of how I was going to kill her: I was going to sew thread between her toes and hang her upside down by it, then tape her mouth shut and pour melted butter into her nostrils so she'd drown.

You guys, I was 8. I had never seen a horror movie or anything violent at that time. I just hated her that much.

HATED my 1st year college art teachers. The man did little more than sit in a corner, hated teaching, hated students, quietly drinking himself to death in his private office when not in class. The woman was an older lady who LOVED her male students, hated anything produced by the women. Sorted her out by not signing my work, waited for the evaulation and only claimed it AFTER she had fawned over it in front of the entire class. Their art was mediocre and derivative. I’ve made a living at art all my life and looked for the talent in others. Best revenge is a great art!

My 6th grade teacher saw a kid punch me in the chest and instead of doing anything about it, lied and said she knew nothing of it. Then the rest of the year she made it hell for me. Her husband was my high school principal and he was pretty nice. They now have a school named after them. I really wish it was just named after him.

My elementary school counselor. She made the generic excuses for bullies. “Are you sure he doesn’t like you?” Yes bish, he is BULLYING ME. “Everyone is bullied at some point in their life.” Well I’d rather have you at least try to help me than just let me have trauma. She also tried to blame me as well.
Tl;dr - my counselor from elementary school.

It was waaaaaaaaaaaay back in class 3. There was this regional language teacher who used to pick on me simply for being better than her own child who also studied there. She also used to give fake allegations for distracting other students and studying hard myself to make their marks drop and my one rise on me during PTMs (Parent-Teacher-Meeting). But I never saw her again after class 3, not in the whole school

I was 6/7. My teacher held me back when school ended for the day because I was apparently chatting or being naughty etc. A mother was dragging her crying child along the corridor she told the teacher "Some kids just do not want to leave school do they", The teacher agreed, nodding towards me doing my schoolwork, "I've got one here that does not want to go home either!"

Cow. Keeps me back. Then makes it look like I want to stay. I picked up my coat and lunchbox and left.

Still a student and I hate the teacher I have for science. Reason why is she would make class harder on me. (I am mentally unhealthy, I have anxiety, depression, and sleeping issues I cant handle) and she gives me major grade projects when I have 12 other things to do, she told me that if I fell asleep while others were presenting then she would take point off major grade projects, etc. she will YELL AT KIDS and it makes me upset ;-;

I won't name her, but my 3rd grade teacher. She'd get on her knees and pray when anyone "acted up" (it ranged from talking during her lectures to not having tied shoes). She favored the male students, and never (and I mean never, I can't recall a single time) called on female students during math and science. My friend was in tears because he'd cut his finger on his backpack zipper, and she told him to "be a man" and that no woman would want him if he was a "girly boy". Once, she yelled at me for wearing pants (there was a uniform) instead of the skirt because it made me look gay. Yes, she told a third grade girl that pants were gay for women to wear. She was very obsessed about not leaning back in chairs, and would go so far as to yank kids to the floor by their hair if they did.
There were a lot of awful teachers at that horrible school, she might not even be the worst...

In college I had an ethics teacher that taught ethics like there was a right and wrong answer. It drove me nuts. If a doctor has a life saving cure, should they be allowed to charge people for that cure? The answer is not simply yes or no. That is where the ethical debate comes in but there is no right or wrong answer. There may be morally better answers than others but there is never an absolutely right answer or an absolutely wrong answer.

My kindergarten teacher her name was mrs.wood and I did not hate her I just really hated this blackboard thing she had if we did a bad thing she would move are name backwards and I have adhd and was constantly super hyper so I would I’ll was be one of the last names

Ms. chelf from the very moment she saw my skin she despised me to the fact she failed me on purpose and accused me of cheating on tests. thankfully the next year she retired so I didn't have her when i had to retake the class but if i ever see her again i will spit in her eye.

My middle school english teacher was the type to go "you can ask me anything about the material" then when you did ask her she would make fun of you for not paying attention and tell you to go figure it out yourself
Also would constantly mock kids for other things like answering wrong, stuttering, misreading words, etc. and forcing the others in class to laugh at the poor kid

John Vernon Spear. We used to catch him regularly looking down the blouses of girls in his class. He taught math, and would come to students' desks and hover over them while 'helping' them work through problems (geometry proofs, calculus derivatives, etc), while checking them out. He later got divorced, then married a former student. Girls got better grades in his classes than guys for the same quality work.

Male high school maths teacher at a coed school used to have nude posters of women pinned up around his classroom. (this was the seventies so - incredibly - he got away with it.) When a group of girls approached him and asked for them to be taken down because they made us feel uncomfortable he just laughed. That's what he was like. He drove a Hillman Mini. One day some hefty lads picked it up and turned it 90 degrees so it formed the bar of an H between the cars parked on either side. He left not long after.

Mrs MacDonald, Std 1, 1980, Irene Primary, South Africa. Tried to force me to be right handed.

My 7th grade language arts teacher really hated me and a few other kids. For context we weren't bad kids, I have always been that quiet kid who tried to get his work done. A story that comes to my mind is one time in class, a kid (who just so happened to be one of her favorites) was poking me in the back with a pencil. I got a bit frustrated and told him to stop. The teacher called me rude for telling the kid to stop poking me. She was also just generally rude to me. Other kids noticed too. One time in gym class (took place right after LA). A classmate was like "wow Mrs. Karen (not her real name) is really mean to you". My other teachers that year were nice however.