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

3/5 of my 5th grade teachers fit this bill. 1 of them was sexist (consistantly when a girl was being loud and obnoxious nothing yet when my friend asks me for a pencil it's detention). My math teacher just refused to grade my work in the last month of school, that was ththe first time I had gotten a C and it was in a class I did all the work in. And my absolute least favorite teacher was my english teacher who gave ME longer assignments, and just didn't like me. She would also ignore me, and threaten me with calling my mom nearly every day for getting mad at her for any reason. When I said "alright then I'll just tell her WHY she is getting this call" she would then stop threatening calling my parents. I could put a couple more incidents that occurred with her, But this is getting a tad bit long, and looking back on it I am a bit of a smart a*s so maybe some of it was justified.

My art teacher gave me detention for talking in an art exam. We were only drawing

2 teachers, one taught me and one didn’t

The one who taught me is my current English teacher. She’s secretly queerphobic and likes giving out Fs with no reason why (funny how her last name begins with F)

And I ask you to mentally prepare yourself for this next one because OH MY GOD the things he’s done without going to jail.
the one who never taught me did as follows.
-raped me (I was 3 in fking overalls don’t say I asked for it)
-knocked me unconscious whilst raping me
-neglected teaching his class (bc he was committing crimes)
-threatened multiple kids who witnessed him raping people with guns while in school
-raped several other students (males too)
The teachers just acted like it was any old Tuesday whenever this happened. The headmistress also did next to nothing anyway, let alone do things about the criminal.

I never hated any teachers until I got to college. I loved to discover and find out as much as possible about new stuff across the curriculum. I liked taking apart something that didn’t sound right to either prove it wrong or to understand why it was actually correct. I was excited to go to class. (School was NOT fun outside of the classroom though.) I was so fortunate live in a school district that was very opposed to passive learning and encouraged me in my efforts to find out and understand everything. I was never told that it was rude to question a teacher. My input to class discussions was not only allowed but encouraged. That was up in a northern state where I had grown up in a very rural area. THEN for some crazy reason I headed off to college in a southern state. Whoa!! All the things my earlier education had encouraged was not there. I must say it took me a long time to figure out why I was so miserable in my classes. Compared to before I was being stifled. There were different expectations for males and females. That was a real shock to get used to. There were so many teachers I had there who either criticized me for my questions or other input or just pretended I wasn’t there, ignoring me completely. Since this question came up I have been trying to recall if there was any teacher there that made me feel welcome in class. I can’t think of any. (While I did not enjoy school at all outside of the classroom in high school, I found the exact opposite to be true at college. Alcohol is a great field leveler!

My honors world history teacher in 11th grade. I did quite well with history classes and I always enjoyed learning history. She snuffed that joy inside me and she made the entire class nervous. You could give the correct answer but she would dock points because the answer was not "short and precise" (her favorite jargon) and not how she liked it to be written.

I was in preschool about 4 yrs old. ( 11yrs later and I still hate her.) we had a fun day and the teacher insisted I got on the merry go round. I have bad motion sickness. I got on and she spun me and a couple of other kids about 10000000 mph. That's what it felt like. I still hate her. I threw up shortly afterward.

Ms.Smith. My first grade teacher. She had one favourite and treated the rest of us like s**t.

The Headmaster at my primary school. I duxed the year but because I was so young he wanted me to repeat the year. For once my mother sided with me and said no, I was going on to high school. Out of pure spite the Headmaster changed my grades so I was beaten by the boy who ran second. I never forgave them for doing that to an 11 year old......

Some were absolutely annoying and some were a bit harsh. But none were as bad as Ms. Despotopolis* in Grade 1. She threatened to cut our hands off with the big paper cutter. If you weren't looking at her the entire time during carpet time, she'd sit you in front of her because she sat with her leg crossed on a chair and said she'd kick you in the head if you talked to any of the kids. And she'd place you between either 2 boys if you're a girl, or 2 girls if you're a boy. She said this was so you'd feel humiliated. So, our young minds associated the opposite sex as embarrassing to sit next to.
Someone in the next class had their lunch stolen. The teacher in that classroom called the police.
I think there were a couple good teachers at that school. The first half of grade 2 before I moved was okay, I think.

Other than that, I can't really think of a teacher that I hated to the point it they stuck in my head. My Grade 6 teacher wasn't too popular. She made a girl cry over her artwork and made us write notes all morning and afternoon instead of actually teaching us the material.

Well, I can't hate anyone, luckily, but I think one of the worst teachers I've had ever was the ICT teacher I had in secondary school: he readed the unit and then, we did the test, so most of us didn't pass. We told him and he said he had been explaining the unit for weeks. We told the other teachers what was happening and they said ''each teachers is different, that's his way to teach you'', so we have never solved it. I think he hasn't change, so he is going to do this for years and years and years... So sad, truly.

I had one named Mrs Robin. She hated kids. One of my friends accidentally cut herself with scissors (webbing between thumb and pointer. It was bleeding) and she blamed it on her. I stood up to her that time and she made life hell for me. I had undiagnosed ADHD too, and I was the best student in the class, but I just couldn't sit still or let her be a b***h to other kids.

She was a kindergarten teacher too.

12 years old, gym glass. what are we doing? the Bunny Hop. detention for lack of enthusiasm

Oh boy. The "sex ed" teacher at a Catholic high school. Look, I get it, you have an angle, a very specific angle, on this subject... But this woman managed to make me feel like an alien in every class she taught. It's a vulnerable time of life and she was not a safe person to discuss sex and gender with. She wasn't mean or anything, just... clearly, she didn't know how to handle people who are unlike herself.

I had a teacher in 5th grade named Ms.Dingle. We would call her Ms.Dinglebat occasionally. Anyway, she made the tests the hardest frickin thing and didn't even teach us anything. Like, I learned NOTHING. AT. ALL. And after tests, she would call us all up in groups to go over things but she would call the people who got the worst grades first so if your name was called last or close to last everyone knew you got a terrible grade. She basically embarrassed everyone who got a bad grade. I HATED her and pretty much everyone else did too. I know this isn't as bad as what other people have gone through but I still hated her.

My 4th grade teacher would say "what are we drawing?" And take my paper and throw it away. Also any teacher that uses the royal we annoys me. Oh also any teacher that closes my Chromebook or physically takes things off my desk.. ;-;

zachery morita. his name doesn't even deserve to be capitalized. he was the worst, always insulting me and other classmates. one kid attempted suicide because of him. was in 6th grade. he hated me and would dress code me for no reason, making up random reasons. he made several kids cry EVERY DAY. i hate him and was actually going to kill him once i figured suicide would help protect others from him. then i was caught with the gun in my bag. :(

Ooh, I had a few.

Probably the worst one crossed paths with me quite a bunch of times during my school career. He was my computer science teacher, then my maths teacher, then my physics teacher and then maths again. He might have known a lot but teaching was just not in his ways, his lessons were boring, narrow-minded monologues and the way he dealt with student lacked any empathy, which was particularly harmful as his explanations were so bad. Once I learned that he originally was a communications engineer with no educational background whatsoever, who changed careers into teaching twenty-something years ago, I wasn't puzzled one bit. He retired during my second to last year in school when he was my maths teacher again, and I celebrated him leaving right in his face. Ironically, his replacement was one of the best teachers I ever met in my time overall and probably the first capable maths teacher in particular, as I went from always being between C & D suddenly to an A student.

Another maths teacher I had when I was still a bit younger, would better have been teaching at university. His methods were so complicated and at the same time his expectations so impossibly high, even most of the parents didn't get his explanations when he held a parents meeting.

Then there was this guy who already came to my school with some baggage to start with. Apparently he was fired from his last school because he f****d one of his students (of legal age, so no jail time or anything involved). He was my teacher in one of my A-courses, and for most of the time, I had a kind of like-hate-relation with him. But as soon as word started going around that his wife was divorcing him (no idea if the wife was the student he had an affair with), he started taking it out on us students. He got grumpy, mean and for a while he seemed to have forgotten about teaching at all. Then, on a field trip, something broke and he suspected it being my fault. I have to admit, it WAS my fault, but he couldn't have proven it, he just supposed it had to be me and that was enough to go with. And when I didn't give in to his accusations, he called my mother about it, like an elementary school teacher. Mind you, I was 17 at the time and basically already living by myself at the time. So some time later, I did what every over-confident teenage sadist-in-the-making would have done, and found out his mothers phone number, called her and lectured her about the inappropriate behaviour her son showed "towards the other students in school." She was so perplexed, she didn't even think of interrupting me or hanging up. Disappointingly, she either never told him about the call or he chose to not mention it towards me or my class.
Ironically, his rough patch with the dicorce and all ended just about the time when our lessons wrapped up and on the very last day before the final exams, we had kind of a truce and drank some water bottle vodka together.

Then there was this lady, my arts & crafting teacher. She was a really weird person, seemed so involved in her teachings that it was hard to imagine her having a private life enjoying other stuff than just ancient sculptures and roman church windows. She just didn't like me from the very beginning, didn't even give me a chance to get a good grade no matter how much effort I put in, so i just stopped doing that. One day, ma glasses broke during PE before her lessons, so I had to squint my eyes a bit to be able to read the board in the front. After about 20 Minutes she told me she was irritated by my look and sent me home. Didn't complain since it was the last lesson in the afternoon, but it was a weird thing to do for a teacher.

Last one was a music teacher. No special anecdotes about him, he was just a boring jerk who very obviously enjoyed giving all his students a hard time and got even more agitated when, as a result of this, more and more stopped participating at all and just didn't give a f***k any more if they failed his class.

Can't say I honestly hated anyone until my last year in college. My advisor. He had apparently been an important somebody in his field many years before, and his ego had never deflated. Coming close to graduation, and something is wrong with my credits - I was short an hour credit because I took a higher level math course than required, got a good grade, but the course itself was one less hour of credit than the more basic course that was required. I was not going to graduate in December, and it was November! I run to my advisor, who says "I can supervise you doing a project that will count for an hour of credit, but I'm out for a few days so come back on Monday to discuss." Went back to discuss. "There's nothing I can do for you and it was ridiculous to think that you would have time to do a project this late in the game." He could have told me that to begin with, but he liked to crush souls. I was devastated to have be the first person in my family to graduate college and have to go back with very little notice to tell them I wasn't going to graduate. One of his staff was aware of the situation, pulled me aside and said "you know, a lot of people walk across the stage that haven't actually finished". She set everything up for me, I got to "graduate" in December - walked across the stage with my class and got my empty tube like everyone else (you actually go pick up your diploma when you turn in cap/gown). The next quarter I took an evening class to get that last hour of credit. My advisor never "advised" me of any options, just said it was all my fault and there was nothing to be done.

I never hated teachers. The only exception was my third-grade English teacher. WAY TOO LOUD.

Robert J. Duncan an alleged science teacher. I was an excellent student at the top or near the top of every class in high school until my senior year when I had the misfortune to have this man for physics. The 1st 3 years of HS with a different teacher I scored in the 98th percentile or above..then came Robert Duncan. His idea of teaching was this. You entered the class and Duncan opened His notebook and began writing on the chalkboard(yes I am that old) . This continued for the entire period. The students were to just open their notebooks and copy what he was writing. Their was no discourse at all. I quickly learned that questions were not welcome. Early in the year there was some concept that I could not grasp so I raised my hand and when called upon I asked for clarification. His answer was "Re-read it, it is self explanatory" I attempted to continue to ask and he just turned back to the board and continued writing. It was a very small school with a very small class so I had no options regarding teachers. ANY student who asked a question received the same answer "re-read it it is self explanatory" so it was not just a personality conflict between him and I. This man had no concept of what teacher meant. It was so frustrating. I took what was called advanced math courses from algebra to beginning calculus and the man teaching that would Explain concepts if you had a question. He would continue until he was satisfied you understood. He was a TEACHER! Unfortunately I allowed my frustration with Duncan to get to me to the point that I finally dropped the class, but I had waited too long into the school year so instead of being able to take a different subject I was assigned to a "study hall " for that period. Study hall was just a classroom with a teacher as monitor where you could work on any assignments that you may have. So I received an incomplete in physics(I most probably would have failed it anyway) and that incomplete really trashed my GPA. To the best of my knowledge Duncan retained his position until retirement. IDK how because he most certainly was not a teacher. I had enough credits to graduate but my class position was no where near what it was. I was fortunate enough to have a great career in the field I loved but as any one can see 50 years later Duncan is still in my head to some degree!