"Glad You Lost Your Job For That": 35 People Share The Biggest Grudges They Held Against Their Teachers

I get terrible migraines with auras, and I have since elementary school. Anyway, one day in 7th grade science class I start to get a migraine and ask to go the nurse’s office so I can get my medication. The teacher declines since the nurse wasn’t at school at the time (I lived in a rural-ish area so the 4 schools all split one nurse.) and there’s a rule that students can’t take medication without being supervised by the nurse. So this sucks, but technically it wasn’t her rule. Then I have to take a test. The test is long, and by the end, I’m nauseous, my head feels like it’s been coated in fire ants and my vision looks like the psychedelia scene in Phineas and Ferb. I ask to go the office, so I can call home. She declines, and says that I’m just “trying to disrupt test time” and sends me back to my desk. I sit there with my head down for a while, before I finally get really nauseous and throw-up next my desk. This is apparently enough to send me to the office. I ask if someone can accompany to the office since there’s a double flight of stairs and I was dizzy. As you may have guessed, the answer was “No”. I stumble down the stairs, somehow avoiding breaking my skull, and go to the office to use the phone. As I sit down in the office to wait for my parents, the front desk attendant asks if I’ve seen the nurse. I tell her that the nurse isn’t in the building. The desk lady says “Well, she only left a few minutes ago. Really sucks that you couldn’t catch her”. It turns the nurse was in the building when I had asked previously. That would have been enough for a grudge already, however when I came in the next morning, I found out I bombed the test.I look through the answers and don’t see anything wrong, so I go to the teacher to find out what I missed. Apparently my work was “sloppy” and “hard to read”. I point out that I could barely see, which only served to get her to mark it up to a C- instead of an F. That class, despite my best efforts, gave me the first B I ever had. All because of that test. I had terrible anxiety at the time so I never even brought it up to my parents. The teacher was an older lady, so she’s probably dead now, but I still mentally go through all the extremely choice words I could have said to her.

My Spanish teacher gave me my only C in high school. The worst part was he spent most of the year flirting with the girls in the class instead of teaching us. A few girls got A's and the rest of us were graded on how well we played along.

I had a teacher in grade 3 who basically made fun of my writing. I wrote a short story from the first person perspective. She read it and basically ridiculed me out loud for writing in the first person perspective. Just asking why I would do that and for some reason making me feel really bad dumb for writing it that way.

I was a really shy kid and blushed *really badly* (36M still do) I already didn't like expressing myself or putting myself out there so writing my thoughts out was difficult enough. It really turned me off of writing and made me really self conscious about expressing myself.

Oh boy my time to shine! Where do I start?

She was a Spanish teacher in high school. I was in her advanced class.

- she forced the class to run laps around the building because it was a Monday morning and we weren’t responding quick enough for her. I was very overweight at the time and it was humiliating.

- she liked to play a game she invented called “conjugation bootcamp” in which you’d have 3 seconds to conjugate a verb she gave you or else you’d have to do 10 pushups, sit-ups, or squats, increasing by 10 every time you were wrong. Again, overweight and embarrassing.

- she was incredibly short but had a massive ego, and looked down on people when they were sitting in their desks. She had an overall demeaning way of speaking to you. Hilariously enough, she used to wear very tall high heels and I was still taller than her when I stood up. I could tell she was annoyed that she had to look up to me.

- she basically called me a loser with no friends when I said I was interested in a class trip to the Dominican Republic, and that I didn’t get along with the other students going. She also questioned my speaking ability, and said “it’s really hot out all the time and we do a lot of walking on this trip” essentially calling me a bad student, anti social, and fat.

- forced everyone to give a long presentation in Spanish alone, which was horrible for me and my friend who has severe social anxiety. She literally vomited the morning of the presentation but was still forced to do it.

- she loved picking on the shy students and forcing them to speak in front of the class.

- my best friend’s therapist knew who the teacher was before she even said her name. Several other students in the past had brought her up.

- probably the most heinous, she made us watch Bee Movie in Spanish.

She made me hate her class and learning Spanish so much I didn’t take it senior year.

F**k you, Mrs. Winslow.

I wrote about this recently in another thread, but I'll repeat the high points.

1. 11th grade, Calculus III.
2. Handed in homework, teacher noticed one answer without work.
3. Teacher questioned me, basically accusing me of looking the answer up in the back of the book to save time.
4. "No, Mr Q. I did that one in my head."
5. Teacher: "Class, we have a genius on our hands! Mr. S can do calculus in his head!", trying to humiliate me.
6. Teacher writes a similar problem on the chalkboard, challenges me to answer it without writing anything down.
7. I give the answer after working it out in my mind.
8. Teacher works the problem out on the board and arrives at an answer which is different from the one I had stated. He turns smugly toward me.
9. "Mr Q, that answer is wrong."
10. Teacher: "Ah, so now Mr S knows better than his calculus professor, who has a Master's degree in mathematics! Amazing!"
11. Teacher hands chalk to me.
12. I go to the board, work the problem step-by-step, reaching the point where he'd made a simple, albeit critical, operational error.
13. Others in the class who "get" calculus gasp audibly.
14. I finish the problem, arriving at the correct answer, the same one that I had given after working it out in my head and answering him.
15. Teacher: "Take your SEAT, Mr S!"
16. Teacher proceeds to bully me in front of the class for weeks afterward.
17. I write a formal complaint to the Principal, the Math Department, and the County Superintendent of Schools.
18. Teacher is given an official reprimand in his record.
19. Teacher never apologizes nor acknowledges his error ever again.

Believe it or not, the above is shorter than the post I wrote a while back. Quotes are paraphrased, obviously... it was 33 years ago.

My 5th grade teacher had previously taught my older sister and just transferred the grudge over to me. My sister wasn't even that bad, she just didn't turn in all her homework assignments (she had just immigrated over to the US and was having trouble acclimating).

Anywho, I needed a recommendation letter to go to an advanced middle school and she went out of her way to write a letter saying I wasn't smart enough to go. Luckily the guidance counselor saw it and got all my previous teachers to write recommendations as well. She was so petty, she even confiscated my books because I would quietly read after finishing my work. After that I thought, "hey I'll help my classmates out instead," but then she gave me detention for being disruptive.

To this day even my mom has no idea why she hated me so much. I was a problem child in the sense that I was kinda bored in school so I'd do my homework during class but I was never disruptive. Ms. Murray you suck but you taught me that not every adult deserves respect just because they're older.

Definitely not a grudge, but almost 30 years later, I still get a little angry when I think about how my first grade treated me vs. the rest of the students. I was public enemy #1 in her class no matter what I did. Randomly being punished by not joining the kids for recess for yawning. Getting called stupid for getting an answer wrong, while other students who answered wrong got a simple "nope incorrect." Having a test taken away from me and given a 0 on it because my pencil broke. The list could go on.

Had a teacher when I was 9 who was low-key verbally abusive in front of the whole class now that I look back. I used to be a chubby kid, and one time I didn't do my homework and something flipped in her. She yelled at me like a banshee, and started aggressively flipping the pages in my book pointing at how I didn't do the homework, where some of the pages tore. She then proceeded to scream and tell me "you're so fat busy stuffing your face with sandwiches which is why you couldn't do your homework, YOU'RE SO FAT!". Then had me stand at the back of the class with my hands in the air as punishment for the duration of the 45 min class lol. I told my parents about it and when they confronted her the next day she very calmly and sweetly told them "I don't recollect such an incident happening, I'm sorry"

F**k that b***h lol

I've shared this before, but back in grade school I had two really close friends named Juan and Nick. [Here is a picture](https://i.imgur.com/Kv9IWWf.jpg) I love of us at the circus with me in the front, then Juan, and then Nick. The three of us were really close and bonded of our shared nerdy interests of reading, Star Wars, and The Simpsons. We also really enjoyed drawing.

I don't remember how it started exactly, but we ended up making this notebook that we passed back and forth between us. It was a comic about a guy named Tom and his cat. We would each take turns doing a strip of a few panels and then hand it over. [Here is a quick drawing I did of Tom on my phone](https://i.imgur.com/atgHmod.png) so you can get an idea of what he looked like. The comic was about the everyday life of Tom and it was extremely mundane. It was things like Tom tries to decide on a shirt or Tom dropped the cat food on the floor. It was really dumb stuff, but the three of us found it incredibly hilarious because we were weird kids.

One day our teacher caught us with the notebook and confiscated it from us. She never said a word about it, but I bet when she looked through that thing she probably thought it was the weirdest f*****g thing ever, especially since we were laughing hysterically at it when she took it from us. We never got that notebook back because apparently she lost it.

Over 20 years later and I'm still mad about that because I would love to be able to look at the dumb comics we made and because of her that are gone forever.

I had a teacher who assigned us an essay where he had to approve the article we used to analyze. I took mine to him and he said go ahead - they weren’t the best articles but he would accept them for the assignment.

But he was known to be very picky, so when I asked him why I failed (after writing it, editing it, and taking it to the writing center 3 times for review)…he said that the article I chose was a bad one.

I had to rewrite the paper, and got a D as an improvement. I was a student who was a perfectionist and hated even getting a C. A’s and B’s were fine. But I could not stand getting low grades.

To this day, I still can’t stand that teacher.

My high school Latin teacher was a jock when he was in HS and college, and most of the people in my class were also jocks. I was not a jock, just a short, dumpy guy. He was always ragging on me, putting me down and generally being a low key d**k to me. The worst was when I had signed up for AP Latin for my senior year, and over the summer he blatantly transferred me out to a lower class taught by someone else, I'm sure purely because he didn't like me. I talked to him and when he couldn't come up with an actual reason why I shouldn't be in the class, he grudgingly let me back in. What a d**k.

So, I hate authoritarian teachers - the kind who exert classroom control by monitoring and enforcing minor rules to the fullest extent the system allows.

The kind of teacher who makes a rule that you have to prop the automatically locking door open with the trash can when you leave for the bathroom, and if you forget, she'll refuse to open it for you, and literally make you wait outside for the rest of the class, while nobody else can use the bathroom because you have the only hall pass.

The kind of teacher who creates byzantine formatting rules for assignments, and will reject your paper and give you a zero for using footnotes instead of endnotes.

The kind of teacher who who insists that you only sit quietly when you've finished your work, and will hand out detentions for pulling out a personal book to read if you finish early.

I watched this woman shout a student into tears, yelling that she, "would have the last word!" as the student cried and kept responding, "okay."

The student wasn't talking back. They were just in shock, and instinctively responding with obedience to the teacher shouting at them - but this woman took it as an affront to her authority because "okay" was technically the student "having the last word," and so she continued to berate the student and shout that the last word would be her's until there was nothing but stunned silence across the class.

I'll never forgive that frigid b***h for the psychological abuse she subjected us all to so that she could stroke her own authoritarian ego.

I'm a middle aged professional now and I still see red when I think about some of the teachers I had in school.

She mocked me in front of the whole class. I corrected her on I.Q.'s meaning as she kept saying it stood for Intelligence Quota. When I said, "but my mom told me...." She cut me off and said in a snarky tone, "bUt mY MOm ToLD Me." It was the first time I got so mad I wanted to punch a teacher.

Had a sixth grade social studies and homeroom teacher who was super charming and kind, and even made a point to boast about how his "fuse went all the way around the room" in regard to his temper/patience. And then one day when the class made him mad over something the day before, he'd barge into class and spend the whole period verbally abusing the entire class, hitting things with his fist, being irrationally mad. And then the next day he'd be back to being all Bob Ross like it never happened. This happened like 4 more times in the school year just to my class. When he did it to other classes, you could easily hear him going off if you shared a wall with his classroom, and even down the hall.

I was a good kid, and I took it very personally. I'd never been yelled at like that my whole life. I became viscerally afraid of him, horribly anxious, and angry that I had to be subjected to his verbal abuse after having done nothing wrong. I hated the unpredictability of it all too. I'm pretty sure my experience with this man shattered any respect for authority and unlocked something dark in me.

Now that I'm much much older, I'm still mad that nobody in the school intervened to put a stop to his behavior. None of the aides, none of the adjacent teachers, nobody in administration. They knew it was happening. I'd like to think that s**t like this would never fly today. I hope he's dead and I hope his death sucked. You do **not** do that to children.

I had a teacher in 4th grade that just didn't like me for whatever reason. I was a good kid, I got good grades, I never got in trouble. But even at 9 years old I could see that she was treating me not as well as the other kids. Just the way she talked to me, called on me. When I would ask to use the bathroom it was a cold and lifeless response. But when other kids would do the same things I did she was warm and welcoming to them. It really messes with a 9 year old.

Anyway, I was sort of friends with this kid in my class but only out of circumstance since we both went to the after school program which was held in the school by the YMCA. This kid, Chris we'll call him, was a bit of a troublemaker. Once day he said we should sneak back down to our classroom because it would be fun. I was such a goody-goody that this spat of mischievous seemed like a good time for a change.

We get down to the classroom and Chris goes right for the teachers desk. Like he had an agenda and needed an accomplice. He told me to keep a look out then comes up with a giant bag of M&Ms. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was taking them, that was the whole point of going to the classroom. I told him to put them back but he just made for the door to leave. And I followed. We got back to the cafeteria where the after school program is held and he stashes the candy in his backpack. We go about our afternoon.

Half hour later our teacher is talking to the head of the after school program. That is highly unusual, teachers never check in on the after school program. I get pointed at and asked to come over. I get asked if I went back to the classroom and stole the M&Ms. I cover for my "friend" and lie, telling them, "absolutely not." My teacher says she wants to check my backpack. I sigh relief because they're not in there so I know I'm in the clear. I tell them to check it.

They check it... and find the giant bag of M&Ms. That's when I tell the truth about what happened. But it's too late. How did they know the M&Ms were in my bag? Because a*****e Chris never stashed the candy in his own bag. When he went to stash it, he stashed it in my bag. But how did the teacher even know the candy was missing so quickly? Or how to single me out? Because that was a*****e Chris's plan the whole time: lure me down to the classroom, steal the candy, frame me, then go tell on me.

No one believed me that I didn't take them. Not even my own parents. In fact, this story got told for YEARS, for *two* decades, to much laughter and fanfare. I protested every time the story was told. It wasn't until 20 years later after two decades of denying I did it that my parents decided that maybe my "version" of what happened was actually the truth.