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

My 8th grade Gym teacher. I’m not going to name him but he HATED me. I was the pitcher on our team for the baseball unit and then he yelled at me for being left handed. He would just yell random stuff and then say “fix it.” And told us to continue playing. I got so fed up with it that I just said “Excuse me, but I was on a nationally ranking baseball team, as the pitcher, oh, and guess what?! I did it left handed! So when you give me random c**p about me being a Southpaw or whatever and shut up. Now, tell me who’s right, me, the nationally ranked left-handed pitcher, or you, the 8th grade study hall teacher who had an extra spot to fill and decided that gym would be fun?” And he had absolutely nothing to say. Of course, when we did soccer volleyball and basketball he was the meanest to me ever but it was sooooo worth it. Oh, and during the mile run I was about to win (I think of everything as a competition) and he PANTSED ME IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS. I got third because of that. I have a lot more but this is really long.

My History teacher. In the UK we have Heads of Year and she was my little sisters HOY. My sister was being severely bullied by a girl in her year, coming home most days with ripped clothing and bruises. My parents repeatedly tried to get this HOY to do something about and all she did was get them both in a room at the same time and ask what was going on. My sister was scared that something would happen to her, so said everything was fine. My parents made the decision to take my sister out of the school. The day that they visited a new school, this girl put tipex (whiteout) in to another girls eyes and blinded her. If my sister had been in school, that would have been her. A complaint was put in to the School board about this HOY for not doing anything about the bully.

Well, this women then spent the next 6 months bullying me, it got so bad that I had to drop the lesson from my GCSE's and I'd spend that time in the Library studying other classes. Thankfully her head of department saw her behaviour and she was promptly fired, but it was too late for me to pick up the class again.

Lets call her miss E
Miss e was very rude to me and all other students at that time. She had the mindset of a Karen if it decided to teach. I remember one time on pajama day she made us write an essay about the polar express because "there is no exuse for not having work on a school day". We had a program set up to where if we played a "active activity" at recess. We would get a chance to participate in a relay race that would fund the school to continue to be healthy. She hated me so much at that point in time she FORCED me to join. Didnt even tell me until they called people to the gym for the race. I lost. She yelled at me. Another time a new student joined except he didnt have supplies. Now im happy to help the needy and all but I was poor too. All I had was a pack of markers and some scissors. So I knew what the teacher was gonna do to get me to pass over what little I had. She made us do a project at home that involves scissors. When she saw me with them she took them away because I was "playing with them" but guess who I saw them with the next morning 🙂

Anyways im gladd im away from that school. I heard shea comING to teach as a professer in my college. I might give a follow up

Not me, but my brother. At 8 years old, his teacher told him he didn't belong at his school, yelled at him for eating breakfast, and so much more. What a k**b.

My Pre-Algebra teacher in middle school (age 12 here in the US) who taught me to hate math. To be fair to him, I'd just moved to town, my records took an inexplicable three extra weeks to get the 24 miles from my old school to this one and they wouldn't put me in the advanced math class until those records arrived. When I was finally placed in the class, I was student #34 in the room and that many students overwhelmed him. He told me that I would get no help from him to catch up and ruled his class with violence (cracked the blackboard with his fist, threw books), bullying and belittling when people would do proofs at the board ("From what world did you extract this mess of a computation?" was a favorite of his). I had loved and excelled at math until this class. I hated math after this and avoided it except for bare requirements until grad school when - as a master's candidate in music composition - I rediscovered the wonders of math through my explorations of music theory. This made me love math again, only now I could make cool music with it!

Mrs Brotherton. she made life miserable for so many kids in 4th grade.

Student here

Not exactly a teacher but a school orchestra conductor
Back when I was Primary 6 (US Grade 6, UK Year7), the previous conductor resigned and emigrated and the school hired another. At first he seemed fine, but he started yelling at the ENTIRE orchestra for trivial things, such as making a peep when it wasn't your turn to play or not listening properly when you were literally at the other side of the room and couldn't get the whole of it. He also pretty much expected us to play a piece satisfactory once received it when the majority were P4-5s without much experience in more complex pieces than they could handle.

Fast forward to the rehearsal for the Christmas celebration performance, and I, along with other trombone players were asked to substitute the bassoon. I also had to play the euphonium part in certain parts of the piece. In another one, it was the hall of the mountain king, and I had solo parts. This is where it started. My parts were played with the cellos, and came when they were in rest. I had a bit of trouble catching up the beats, but ironically I played it perfectly on the first try(I had listened to the piece a few times prior). Afterwards, the conductor pretty much expected me to play my part perfectly, and berated me every time I missed half a bit. This gave me a lot of pressure along with the Secondary school interviews, and I would occasionally weep quietly in my room, once even mid-practice. what's worse was that some others saw me, but remained silent so as not to alert the conductor and cause him to berate me more.

Needless to say, this gave me depression, but only to play along and please him as he wanted, while the performance went on fine

It has been four years, and I now barely have any signs of expression and is perpetually depressed from this ordeal. I still perfectly remember this incident. He has still been the conductor after I left, but I don't know any issues that came from him. I still hate him for turning me from a happy kid to an expressionless and miserable sod, though my insecurity came from being a teenager.

I grew up in very rural France, in the 70’s, so that would be, without hesitation, Monsieur Catala, my CE2 teacher. He was a failed soccer player with a limp due to a shorter leg and one of the most violent people I met in my life. He had his prefered victims, troubled kids from troubled households and he made them suffer endlessly. He shouted and yelled and viciously hit, sometimes throwing the heavy wooden blackboard erasers at our heads in a fit of rage. His favorite punishment was copying book pages, hundreds of them, and making you stay long after school was finished to make sure you completed the task. And the soccer, great gods, the damn soccer. Every day for a whole school year we’d trudge to the playing field down by the river after lunch and practice for the whole afternoon, only coming back to class because it would be too dark in the winter to see what we where doing. « weak » children would be mercilessly humiliated. And the special ones, like me or that other kid he could never leave alone, we got the special treatment. I had nightmares about that man for a very long time, all our teachers were in some way inapt for work but this angry, bitter and sadistic man left a permanent scar in my mind, all the more so because he perfectly knew I came from a broken home and was beaten and humiliated by my mother every day under the sun, everybody knew in the village, and he chose to pick on me and heap abuse on my already damaged head. Years later, we learned that his wife divorced him and ran with the local contractor and still some years later I bumped into him at a local fair, I was grownup by then and he tried to be all chummy with me, reminiscing about « the good ol time ». I was stunned and felt sick to my stomach at his hypocrisy and politely took my leave, not knowing what else to do. There’s a special mention for my sewing class teacher of 1987, Madame Belloc, who wore thight leather miniskirts and fishnet stockings, painted the lips and nails blood red, dyed her hair jet black and styled it into some kind of weird crest and smoked unfiltered gauloises in class. She was a vicious and foul mouthed banshee and she’d slap us all silly at the slightest provocation, every single student was terrified of this velociraptor woman dressed for the kill, no one was spared, she didn’t have pet peeves, she hated every one and every thing equally

My kindergarten teacher was a b*tch. I was taller; which made me a target for her anger.

My teatcher of Ethics. He did'nt like me because my grades were beter than his daugter's. There are many examples, but the most memorable:
Once, before Christmas, he asked our class what we want to do on last lesson before holidays. Since it was the very last lesson, I answered - go home.
Yeah, he left all class after school and said it was may fault.

I have a few learning disabilities and at university I was given a whole lot of support for them. They gave me a laptop to take notes with rather than use pen and paper, specialist programs to help me write my papers, recording software to help me catch things I might have missed in lectures and some other things too. My professors were even asked to print out their digital materials for me on coloured paper as I struggle to read black print on white backgrounds.

At the beginning of each semester my professors were given a break down of of my learning disabilities and what things I was given to help me through it. They had to sign a sheet of paper saying they had read through everything and then return it to student services who would then inform me that all my teachers knew what was up.

Well this one professor singled me out the first day of class, asked me if I had asked permission from the rest of the class to use a laptop. She didn't give me time to answer (not that I knew what to say as 100 plus eyes are just looking at me) before she then asked why I felt myself more important than everyone else that I should be using a laptop when I have a perfectly good hand that can take notes and not distract the other students. She then told me to come to the front and ask the entire class for permission to use my laptop.

My exact words of permission were "I have learning disabilities would it be alright with everyone here if I use the laptop the university gave me to take notes during lectures?" The professor and the rest of the class were rightly stunned and the professor asked incredibly flustered why I didn't just say that to begin with rather than cause this scene. I explained about the paper she signed saying she understood my circumstances, she swore up and down she never got one so she can't be blamed before sending me back to my seat.

The rest of the semester she did her utmost to avoid me, never printed out her digital materials for me even when I asked her she just blew me off and if it was my time to speak during debate sessions she would cut me off and move on to the next person. One time I was meant to have a one on one session with her and she just never showed up but showed up for everyone else's sessions. In the end I'm so glad our papers were submitted anonymously else I honest to god think she would have failed me just because she could.

My PE teacher. She was a bully. She had her favourite students (mostly athletes) and others she bullied (to the point one kid hurt himself while doing what she had pushed him into). This was like 10 years ago and I think these things were more overlooked back then. She was friends with the other teachers so any complains from kids were useless. I think she still teaches at that school but I also heard that there have been several complains from parents and several incidents.

Mrs Bickley in year 10 of high school. Had an amazing maths teacher for year 9, and he said he would teach us through to GCSE’s. NOPE! Enter this woman, she didn’t give a s**t if you didn’t get it first time. If you needed help, tough. Fast forward to my second 2 1/2 hr maths exam. Looked through the paper and I realised we hadn’t been taught any of it. Wrote my name and centre number and just sat there. Hated maths my last 2 years of school

Mr Speak. I had severe clinical depression and social phobia all the way through my teen years and it was so bad I struggled to function at all at school. He seemed to decide I was just faking or misbehaving so would openly harass me whenever I tried to get help. Occasionally I would be so distressed I couldn’t go to a lesson so would tell a teacher and they would let me do my work in a quiet room. Whenever he found me there he would write me up for truancy and eventually banned me from being allowed to use the quiet rooms at all. The amount of times I was punished, humiliated and called in for meetings (all relating to my behaviour which were actually just me trying to cope with my life) caused me to almost stop functioning at all. Eventually my councillor reported his behaviour and OFSTED intervened. The teacher got a disciplinary and the school was forced to change the way they dealt with mental health issues altogether. I was one of around 6 case studies in schools across the UK which forced the inclusion of mental health awareness to be more prominent in UK schools - this one teacher and his cruel prejudice against mental health nearly destroyed my entire education. If there’s one positive thing that came from my experience it’s that no kid with mental health issues in the uk should have to deal with the same thing because it’s now part of the school’s “duty of care” system

Not so much hate but I lost nearly all respect for her. Two boys in 7th grade used to tease me by saying things along the theme of waking up “at the crack of Dawn”. It was entirely meant to be thought of as sexual.

It bothered me so I talked with my teacher about it. Her response was to get used to it because men will be treating me like a sex object most of my life and that I would miss it when they stop.

This was in 1981-1982. I never forgot this and it still bothers me that this woman would think it was ok to say to a 12 year old. I’ve made sure my nieces know that this b s is NOT ok and if they ever need a can of whoop butt opened on anyone, I’m glad to do it.

My 5th grade teacher who'll I'll call Mr B. This was way back in 1976 when teachers could hit their pupils. I never got hit by him, but I saw a few he did abuse. He loved to pick on the vulnerable kids...and treated those he saw as popular quite well.
I wasn't perfect...I was one of those troubled children. I once got i serious trouble for passing notes in class, and fully admit I was asking a fellow student to pick on someone after class. She had "wronged" me by calling me names and I wanted to get her back.
However, his reaction went way over the top. In front of the entire class he said my parents were terrible people who didn't raise me right and that if I stepped within 3 feet of him...he would kill me. Oh yes, a 40+ year old man threatened to KILL me, an 11 year old girl, in front of everyone.
But do you want to know the more disturbing bit? He treated this girl like s**t all the time. So did the rest of the class. I was nicer to her than everyone else, but she had called me names and upset me.
I do regret not tracking him down and confronting him as an adult. I just googled him and he died last year at the age of 88.

I had a great relationship with my Sophomore and Junior year English teacher, and I did really well in her class, and she's the reason I went into the field I'm in today. However, in my Senior year, my AP English teacher told me I'd never amount to anything, and that'd I'd end up selling men's shirts (which was an insult, I guess?). He also told me not to bother wasting money to take the AP English exam because he predicted I'd fail. (Unrelated, he once said he'd have no problem planting a gun in a problem student's locker in order to get them expelled.)

I went on to be an English major in college, minor in editing, got my masters' in English, and now I work for a very well-known corporation as a managing editor supervising over 300 writers. Suck on that, a**hole.

I had a guidance counselor who - while I was a sophomore in high school- suggested to my parents that I either move to special education classes or attend the vocational school. My parents withdrew me and sent me to a private school for my last two years of high school. I ran into that Councelor 10 years later (I was driving a brand new Audi and wearing a custom suit) and when he asked what I was up to I had to tell him that I had founded a company that we sold to a Fortune 500 company. He still lived in the same trailer park as when he suggested I should be a welder (nothing wrong with being a welder).

I didn’t really hate any my teachers but one of them said something to me that has stuck with me. She basically alluded to the fact I had no life skills. Obviously I do if I managed to graduate college. You shouldn’t be telling someone that.

Dr. Vega. She insisted to be called Dr. Pretty much sat quietly entire class and gave us text books expecting us to teach ourselves Physics. I was a typical straight A student. I FAILED this class. Took the same class the following year with a different teacher and aced it!