Way back in the dinosaur days of my youth, as far back as jr high, we had what had to be THE worst PE teacher that little country school ever hired. His idea of class was to take us outside, point down the road, and make us run to the mile corner and back. I’m no Jim Thorpe, but no exceptions for the asthmatic or chubby. Me and by best bud would trudge to about somewhere past 1/4 to 1/2 mile until the faster of the basketball team would be on the return trip, then we’d slog back. Now, the school was surrounded on three sides by farmland, and one day, there was a great, ginormous, wind storm a-blowin’. The chump coach wanted us to do the usual anyway. Protests were made, and dismissed. Off we went, trudge, trudge, trudge…. All of us, to a man, stopped at the wall of dirt blowin across the road. “Us? There? In that?” Under duress of flunkitude, we all entered. Kind of like stepping into the Stargate. Now the fun began. As anyone with experience in dry, dry sand/dust storms can attest, the main side effect is static in the air. We had to slowly inch along the side of the road, only able to keep track of each other by holding our arms out in front and wait for the shock on contact. We barely made it out the other side when the fastest came by. Ah, crap. Back in the void. “Buddy?” “Yeah, king?” “What if short guy got blown away in this?” “ha-ha!” zap! “That you?” “Yeah!” Found out later that Short guy stopped by the side of the road to take a leak, and was blown off-balance by the gale, and stumbled into a barb-wire fence! We all went in all crusty and gritty. The ball team had access to showers, and the rest of us just sifted into our next classes. Made quite the impression. The coach got the gate not too long after. Turned out he had no training or certification of any kind. He conned his way into the job. One of the many, many reasons I hated school.
Chestnuts roasted by kingklash @ 09/09/2006 6:24 PM
3rd Grade 1996- Ms.Garcia, I didn’t know to call her a bitch at the time, but she was the first teacher I despised with all my little heart. Granted I had conduct issues to say the least, but any 8-year old with some charisma is going to have some conflicts.
She had an uncanny habit of sending me out of the classroom during little class events or parties. I deeply resented this. She had been reading James and The Giant Peach for the past couple weeks to the class and had a day planned out to watch the movie. Seeing as I owned the movie, on movie day I brought it for all the class to see. Shortly after taking attendance, she sent me out of the room to stay in another teacher’s class to just sit by myself basically. I remeber to this day looking in my backpack at the movie and thinking in my head “If I can’t watch it, no one will”. Needless to say they were watching “Matilda” that day.
Chestnuts roasted by maqzun @ 09/09/2006 6:35 PM
2nd grade- Mrs. Salmon, she was a Chinese immigrant who spoke horrible English, and yet she taught us English. That and she yelled at us and occasionally insulted us.
6th grade- Dr. Wilcox, we had to call him Dr. Wilcox, not Mr. or else he would get really pissy. I had a group project; we had to create a mobile. My partner and I turned it in a day late, the good doctor told us to put it on his microwave, all the teachers in my middle school had microwaves. We followed his instruction and at the end of the year we were told that we had never turned in that project. He said we could look for it if we really wanted to but we wouldn’t find it. The first place I looked was the microwave. There it was, under a few papers. I don’t think he gave us credit, seeing as, to him, it was a few months late.
6th grade- Ms. Davis was some new, snotty English/math teacher who gave out tons of work and was, to put it simply, a total bitch. If she even suspected you of wrong doing you got in trouble. I hate her.
7th grade- Mrs. Spencer, she was very pleasant most of the time, but deep down she was a real fucker. One time she assigned some project where we had to make a diorama of a roller coaster and come up with a description. No one’s description was good enough. She sent my group down to the library to re type ours. We couldn’t figure out what was wrong so we went back to class. She was pacing back and forth, and in an angry tone she was telling the class how disappointed she was, one kid was even crying. Now, for some reason, if the entire class does it wrong you would think that there was something wrong in the directions given. Nope, apparently we were all just stupid.
Chestnuts roasted by Darth Poop @ 09/09/2006 6:39 PM
Oh, and another thing about Mrs. Salmon. One time we had a sub, and the next day, when Salmon returned she told us that the sub had left a list of all the kids who had misbehaved. During recess, if we had done something, we were to stay and tell her what we had done, if we didn’t our punishment would be even worse. Needless to say I was scared shitless. I hadn’t done anything, but just in case I stayed. About half the class had stayed in. we all sat around her chair, where she normally read us books, and one by one said what we had done. When it was my turn I told I wasn’t sure if I had done anything. She basically asked me if I hadn’t done anything why the hell was I in there. I went to recess, later she bragged to a group of mothers who volunteered in the library about it. The list was actually her grocery list. I know this because my mother was in the group of volunteers.
Chestnuts roasted by Darth Poop @ 09/09/2006 6:57 PM
I’m younger than most of you (18 since August 26), so I can never really join in to most of the conversations. But I do remember one subsitute I had, must have been fourth grade, I’m not sure, named Mrs. Grossman (and that was the PERFECT name for her, too). She still believed in good old-fashioned child beating, and I can still remember the first day we had her. She gave us this big lecture on how the Colonials used to punish their kids in school by whacking their hand with a yardstick . Then I believe she actually took some kid up to the table and demonstrated it. Either that or she did it on herself, but I still remember the sound. Eesh. :O
Chestnuts roasted by Ziggy Stardust @ 09/09/2006 7:02 PM
I had some bad teachers in middle school but it’s hard to say now that I am an adult (and a teacher) of whose fault it really was. I never had any really mean teachers, just sorry or apathetic. I remember nothing from my high school U.S. History teacher except for crossword puzzles and now I teach that subject, so go figure.
Click my name for a website that is VERY RELEVANT to tonight’s discussion. May God have mercy on my soul for what I have unleashed.
Chestnuts roasted by The Manimal @ 09/09/2006 8:13 PM
Mrs. G. Moreau, my 7th grade English teacher. That woman was evil. And spiteful, to boot. She once got mad at me after I forgot my vocab definitions at home, and was able to remember the definition she’d called on me to read aloud. She was mad at me not because I forgot my work, but because I was able to provide a correct answer and she couldn’t ridicule my stupidity for a change.
Our school had a stupid Valentine’s Day event where you could buy plastic roses in various hues to send to friends, crushes, etc. Red for I love you, pink for a I like you, yellow for let’s be friends, and green for I hate you. My evil English teacher got TWO DOZEN GREEN ROSES. Had I not seen them myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. She then proceeded to make all of her classes various levels of hell as payback for us letting her know how we felt.
Chestnuts roasted by LemonWitch @ 09/09/2006 8:26 PM
I had one teacher in Highschool….Richard kelly of Point Boro Highschool, point plesant NJ. I was a tad overweight at the time, and picked on mercilessly by the students…to make matters worse….this asshole fuckhead cocksuck teacher: Told the class in the period after mine, that Amanda Davis smelled so bad that i had to throw her out the window, but being so fat she couldn’t fit out. You could’nt sue him b/c of Tenure or some untouchable clause that they make for pompous fuck head cocks.
Chestnuts roasted by mandy_Reeves @ 09/09/2006 8:40 PM
Sorry for the obscenity fest..but i figured that warranted somthing
Chestnuts roasted by mandy_Reeves @ 09/09/2006 8:43 PM
7th grade English teacher. One day he said absolutely no talking. The only problem was the kid next to me was dumb as a box of rocks and he kept bugging me for help on his essay and he was afraid to ask the foul-mood teacher. Feeling bad for him, I helped him out. Guess who was handed with a detention slip?
My dad flipped out and bitched him out. Never did have to serve that detention, but I never did get an apology either. The most he could ever do with the English language is teach 7th graders. I’m 24 and have already been published in some prestigious literary magazines AND been honored by the Academy of American Poets. Part of me always wanted to rub this in. Maybe I will when I get my first book published. =)
Chestnuts roasted by Jeff Mack @ 09/09/2006 8:43 PM
I noticed a lot of 7th grade teachers coming up. Is it something about that grade?
Chestnuts roasted by Jeff Mack @ 09/09/2006 8:48 PM
Jeff Mack, having had a terrible 7th grade myself and having taught one year of 7th grade as an adult, let me say, “Yes, there is something about that grade.” It is one of those transitional years (3rd, 7th, 9th, and 12th) in one’s school career.
3rd-Multiplication and division, cursive, etc. The game has changed.
7th-Social concerns come first but you are caught in a limbo of childhood and adolesence. Girls are maturing and dream of high school boys while 7th grade boys are as dopey as ever. All-stars in elementary school either stay all-stars OR (like me in a decision I will ALWAYS regret) decide that being a good student isn’t worth the effort.
9th-Similar to 7th grade but on a grander scale. Juniors and seniors are going out, doing things they probably shouldn’t. You are there but probably have to watch from the sidelines. It is also a time to “recreate” your image (Goth, prep, athlete, etc.)
12th-A “second childhood”. You reflect on your school career. Mix of excitement and fear.
Overall, 7th and 9th are the worst because you can’t control/understand what is happening to you.
Chestnuts roasted by The Manimal @ 09/09/2006 9:07 PM
Mandy – hopefully he’ll get torn apart my wild animals or something. That sucks. I don’t think you smell.
Manimal – the only school of mine available on that site was my junior high school, but at least I was able to rate the gym teacher who made me so angry with her being fat.
Jeff Mack – the gym teacher in question was 7th grade for me too. Junior high is a rough, rough time.
Chestnuts roasted by Jessica Marie @ 09/09/2006 9:09 PM
I’ve been reading this over, and it’s kind of a downer. I want to say that I liked the small town I was in, just not that teacher. And also, I got Garfield and Friends vol. 1 today. Me and my son are enjoying popcorn and watching it now.
Manimal brings up an awesome point. Sometimes the way we percieve teachers/professors is just that: perception and not reality. I’ve read some horrible reviews of professors who I am friends with and will defend til the grave, on Ratemyprofessor.com
You’ll notice that my complaints had to do with competency. I’ve had teachers and professors who were outright evil, but knew what they were teaching and how to teach it. The college stats guy I mentioned was nice as can be, but he couldn’t cut it.
What I can’t stand is people ragging on professors only because they actually require them to WORK for their grade. College is the only commodity I know where we are willing to not get what we pay for. Granted, that’s partly because some students (well bunches) have their tuition payed by their parents or the government. But I digress, very much.
Chestnuts roasted by Knegative @ 09/09/2006 9:17 PM
My 2nd grade teacher Mrs. Woods just did not like me, she used to make fun of me with the other students. I remember her and my Dad, getting in all out yelling fights after school because she was so mean to me.
I also have a bad teacher for grade 7 and 8, Mrs Evans. She taught my whole family, and for some reason she hated us all. She told me that I sat in the back of the classroom because I wasnt really part of the class just because I took a differnt Math and English class. She also never hid the fact that I did’nt do well in school, she would tell me I did terrible on a test, or I had the lowest mark in class, in front of the rest of my class. God she made me seem like an idiot. Yet, she loved all the kids that were bad asses. Her favorite was a boy who got busted for drinking and smoking up durring recess.
Man, a lot of these stories are really making me angry (squee, mandy, just about everybody else). I guess that everybody has a really terrible teacher at some point.
Most of my teachers were very good- I’ve had some incompetent ones in college, but before that there was only really one notable one.
6th Grade: Mrs Sargent. (I include her name because it fits.) I have three stories of note. (I must note- we split 6th grade between two teachers, so I only had her 50 % of the time- thank goodness.)
First: One time, she had us get in groups to write some kind of paper in the English part of class. When we were finished, she told us to read them to the class. (Key word: READ!) So of course, all of us read directly from the papers (we were 11, 12 years old and knew nothing different). She waits until after everyone has done this, and proceeds to tell us that because we did not look at the class as we read, we all failed. Grrr.
Second: In Geography, she was teaching us to learn countries on the map. On the first day that she was teaching this to my class, she tells me to go up to the board and tell her where Panama is. (The map was blank- only outlines of xountries.) Of course, I’ve never learned this, so I guess. (I was in the right area, but so off.) She starts yelling at me, telling me we went over this yesterday (!) and she already showed this to me and why can’t this class pay attention, etc. She went over it with her class, not ours. That was when we all realized she was a little strange.
Third: In 6th grade we had a big “headlice” epidemic. See, it’s key here that none of the students ever had it. Our “school nurse” had very poor vision, but nonetheless sent almost all the girls home for “headlice” when it was nonexistent. Every day that week I got sent home, after multiple treatments for nothing as well as a trip to the doctor, who told her I didn’t have it. (She was terrible!) Anyway, my Mom decided to take me out of class for the next week or so because she was so angry, so I went to my classes to get my assignments. In MY class, everything went well- everyone was pleasant and disappointed to see me go. I got my assignments with no problems. I go to her class (long before class ever started, like half an hour), and she says to me “I can’t, I have a CLASS.” Really snotty-like. On top of that people were backing away from me like I had the plague. It wasn’t ever what she said, just how she said it, like she was SO superior. (Which she was, being a teacher and all, but not like that.) I think this was the only time I ever cried in school, she upset me that much. And I got picked on a lot, believe me.
I also have to mention this one Professor in college that I’ve never had, but I know people who have. This one girl I met last semester got cancer a couple of years ago and was in his class at the time. She started treatment and was too sick to leave the house, so she decided to drop all her classes that semester. All her other instructors had no problems with this, but this particular Prof. made her physically go to campus to have him sign the form (about an hour’s drive), when this was totally unnecessary. On top of this, he’s a rather incompetent and mean-spirited instructor, as I generally hear.
I’m glad to get this off my chest!
Chestnuts roasted by Rainbowfeet @ 09/09/2006 9:41 PM
I had a teacher in college for Differential Equations that didn’t speak a word of English. He was a very happy Indian man that had a smile on his face ata ll times–but I couldn’t understand what the hell he was saying all semester.
Chestnuts roasted by Chupacabra @ 09/09/2006 9:43 PM
Wow, that was really long, sorry guys!
For the record, this was the only teacher I ever actively disliked. My school experience in general was really very good. Middle school (7th and 8th) in particular rocked.
Chestnuts roasted by Rainbowfeet @ 09/09/2006 9:46 PM
Oh God, two come to mind.
In 7th grade, I had Mr. Macri for Science. I never saw him do either of these two things, but there were rumors that he ate his boogers, and looked at Playboy magazines during class. He was a total asshole, too. He would yell at you for NO reason. One time I had to read a section out of the textbook, and I wasn’t being loud enough, apparently. Well, first of all, the classroom wasn’t normal, it was a theater seating style room, and I was on basically the opposite side of the room from him. He told me to speak louder… told me to speak louder, and told me AGAIN… One of my friends yelled out “She’s doesn’t HAVE a loud voice!” or something like that. lol But I was so pissed by that time, I just yelled the entire portion at the top of my lungs. I wanted to kick his ass.
In 10th grade, I had a teacher that was such an evil snippy bitch that gave the look of death 24/7… I forget her name, but a few years later, she got arrested for having a HANDGUN in her purse at school! She was a freak.
Chestnuts roasted by Ryane @ 09/09/2006 9:50 PM
Sorry, I forgot about Mrs. Crawford. We all swore she really was a demon. And she always wore these really gaudy drapey disgusting clothes, and lots of gold lame’ (sorry I can’t do the inflection :p) Me and two of my friends were outside at recess (this was 4th grade) and we were freezing our asses off, and it was almost time to go in, so, on the count of 3, we yelled out the name of the woman supervising all of us, because we wanted to go inside. We didn’t realize we were standing right next to Mrs. Crawford’s room at the time. She comes barreling out of the door, and makes us go in the room and stand there for about 10-15 minutes infront of the class, then apologize to them, for “interrupting”. We were all late for the next class and we all wanted to kill her.
Another time, I was in her art class, and she was instructing us on how to put something together, and told us to put a dot of glue at each corner of the square of paper we had. Well, I was a rebel and put like, 6 or eight dots. SHE SPAZZED OUT! Looked down at me and said, “4 DOTS, LITTLE GIRL!”
I’m getting pissed off again just thinking about that.
Chestnuts roasted by Ryane @ 09/09/2006 10:06 PM
Hmmm…Worst teachers?
Hmm…most of the teachers I’ve had recently have either been good or ok enough to not get a bad grade in my book, and the ones that were REALLY bad…I didn’t have, but were always in the classroom next to ours and could easily hear him/her screaming at the students.
But I gotta contribute something to this, so I’ll mention the philosophy teacher I had exactly at this time last year, who was THE Stereotype college professor: Old, Bland, drone voice, always wanting to leave/retire, teaching a bland subject early in the morning, and talks down to students, even if he is always not serious. The fact that this guy was my first professor of my first class of college ever really didn’t help. Even though I did OK in his class, I’m glad I’m outta there!
Anyways, my myspace blog has recently caught on by wildfire, mostly because of my most recent post (the one labled “Straight Ballin’”), I’ve been getting loads more traffic than I was getting before!
I know this has nothing to do with anything, and I know nobody cares about this anymore, but I finally used the “magic phrase” at work yesterday.
When my co-worker mentioned having gone to computer school I said “Well, the market is so saturated with computer-people these days. There’s no money in it anymore, and I mean I don’t want to think about chicken while I’m eating Doritos!”. She just laughed.
BTW after tomorrow I’ll have completed my first work-week at my new job (dietary aide at a nursing home). Congratulate me.
I had a pretty awful US History teacher my first semester of college. This was in fall of ’04 and we spent every class debating the election. People got heartless and personal with the debates and the teacher made no effort to moderate things so they stayed educational and mature, and it was so stressful I just about had a panic attack by the end of every class. She rarely taught any actual history, yet she tested us on it. I ended up dropping that class.
There was also my 9th grade geography teacher. He was one of those teachers who was also a coach and was really only in it for the coaching. For some ungodly reason he would make us read the sports page in class and record the stats and whatnot. When some of us (girls) complained, he told us we should learn to read the sports page so that we could read it to our husbands someday. I don’t think I even need to comment on that.
But the worst teacher I can think of isn’t a teacher I ever had, but one of the teachers where I work. She teaches pre-k students with disabilities. One year one of her students, who is autistic, was found wandering the school at 6pm because the teacher somehow managed not to put her on the bus OR to notice she was missing. She was noticed by someone who had happened to drive past the school.
We had a teacher in Jr High called Mrs. Kelley, everyone hated her, when she laughed she snorted like a pig. I actually got my NickName “Joker” because of her. I used to pull pranks on her, She was convinced it was a kid named Duane. Anyway she drove a gremlin and on the last day of school I convinced the Football team to pick it up and put it in the schools hallway. It was great, the police were called and everything. The end result was a Tow Truck had to pull it out.
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. Then I believe she actually took some kid up to the table and demonstrated it. Either that or she did it on herself, but I still remember the sound. Eesh. :O
He was a total asshole, too. He would yell at you for NO reason. One time I had to read a section out of the textbook, and I wasn’t being loud enough, apparently. Well, first of all, the classroom wasn’t normal, it was a theater seating style room, and I was on basically the opposite side of the room from him. He told me to speak louder… told me to speak louder, and told me AGAIN… One of my friends yelled out “She’s doesn’t HAVE a loud voice!” or something like that. lol But I was so pissed by that time, I just yelled the entire portion at the top of my lungs. I wanted to kick his ass.
Way back in the dinosaur days of my youth, as far back as jr high, we had what had to be THE worst PE teacher that little country school ever hired. His idea of class was to take us outside, point down the road, and make us run to the mile corner and back. I’m no Jim Thorpe, but no exceptions for the asthmatic or chubby. Me and by best bud would trudge to about somewhere past 1/4 to 1/2 mile until the faster of the basketball team would be on the return trip, then we’d slog back. Now, the school was surrounded on three sides by farmland, and one day, there was a great, ginormous, wind storm a-blowin’. The chump coach wanted us to do the usual anyway. Protests were made, and dismissed. Off we went, trudge, trudge, trudge…. All of us, to a man, stopped at the wall of dirt blowin across the road. “Us? There? In that?” Under duress of flunkitude, we all entered. Kind of like stepping into the Stargate. Now the fun began. As anyone with experience in dry, dry sand/dust storms can attest, the main side effect is static in the air. We had to slowly inch along the side of the road, only able to keep track of each other by holding our arms out in front and wait for the shock on contact. We barely made it out the other side when the fastest came by. Ah, crap. Back in the void. “Buddy?” “Yeah, king?” “What if short guy got blown away in this?” “ha-ha!” zap! “That you?” “Yeah!” Found out later that Short guy stopped by the side of the road to take a leak, and was blown off-balance by the gale, and stumbled into a barb-wire fence! We all went in all crusty and gritty. The ball team had access to showers, and the rest of us just sifted into our next classes. Made quite the impression. The coach got the gate not too long after. Turned out he had no training or certification of any kind. He conned his way into the job. One of the many, many reasons I hated school.