the worst teacher you ever had in your school carreer

talk about the worst teacher you have or had in your school carreer from when you started school to when you go to college and then some...like this english 3 teacher i have...hes a jerk, i did the assignment that we were supposed to do and then he said that it wasnt good enough when i did it through and did every correctly and he didnt approve of it...BTW...he worked for the middleschool for sometime and he was a jerk to the kids there as he is a jerk now...just the way he acts towards the students makes you just want to kick his ass or something.

I also have an English 3 teacher i have a class in and he is a majot butt head. We should combine and overthrow our teachers together. where ever your from squall.

Yeah I know what you mean dude. From what you two have told me the guy reminds me of Mr. Carlson, eh Squall?

4th Grade Teacher, Mrs. Plaza

The worst teacher I had ever. This woman was such a bitch, and she made sure to make my life a living hell. Now, in the fourth grade, I had just moved here. My sisters moved out of the house, my father died, and I had to leave all my friends. Life wasn't going too well at the time. Well, as soon as I got here I hated it. The kids were nasty, the rules were insane, the schoolday was long (I got home at 4:00), and I had to ride the bus again. But, it got worse...I had Mrs. Plaza.

The teacher who didn't let us do anything. We couldn't draw, we couldn't bring in anything anime related, mainly Pokemon stuff. Now, at my school we weren't allowed to play with Pokemon cards, and one day I was going to friend's party right after school. And we were going to trade cards and stuff, so I had my binder in my backpack (I didn't bring it out) And while I was putting my stuff away, and getting my books out, she saw the binder. I tried to explain to her about the whole thing, and how it was just for afterschool. She still took it away, and you know what? During lunchtime, someone stole my cards. I was so upset about that.

Also, in school we had 'Dear' when we read a book for an hour, now I never brought in a book before, under I found out about Sailor Moon manga. So, one day I brought it in, and she took it away. This, got me mad, and I asked why she had to take my book away. She never gave me a reason, and I got it back by the end of the day. A couple of weeks later, I brought in a different Sailor Moon book (it was a novel, not a manga) since I figured the fact it was a 'comic' made it a big no-no for her. Well, she took that one away AND my mom had to come in a get it. And since my mom is always busy, I was without my book for about a month. I could just go on, and on, and on, about how much of a bitch this woman was. My whole 4th grade was a living hell thanks to her. Sorry to go off and rant like that. I have a big grudge on this woman..

I've had a couple teachers I hated.

My 4th grade teacher, too, was a major bitch. I was in this smart-kid thing where every Thursday I went to this other school. They told my parents it was to help gifted and talented kids grow...but I hated it, the teacher for that was a mean bitch too. Anyway, my regular 4th grade teacher DESPISED the fact that I left her class once a week. Every Friday she would dump ALL of the work, even the busywork you do in class, and probably a bunch of extra stuff to, on me and it had to be done by the end of the day.

I never got to be a safety patrol, and go on the trip to Washington DC, either, because of her, even though ALL of my friends were, just because she hated me. She picked who would be a patrol in 5th grade, and went right over me to kids who had detention every day, when I had detention once in my entire life...in 11th grade. I swear she hated me especially because I was smarter than her.

I've always had good rapport with my teachers. I don't think I've had a teacher that didn't like and therefore tried to make my life a living hell.

That doesn't mean that I didn't like them though. I mainly dislike teachers that are bad at what they do. I guess my english teacher from this year would fall into that category.

I used to get really mad at my english teacher from freshman year but that was over stupid things. I actually made a threat that I was going to kill her but I used a metaphor so she couldn't call me on it.

I didn't like my first grade teacher, Mrs. Maple, for some reason.

I hated my 7th grade English teacher, too. she wasn't mean, just out of her friggin' mind.

First, she required you to have a separate notebook for English. Which HAD to be 3-rings, divided into 4 or 5 sections, and was bigger than my other notebook for all my other classes. Second, you coud NEVER type ANYTHING. When you have to write a 5 page paper by hand, you feel like you're going to die. She gave such insane amounts of work that I would go to bed a like midnight because I was doing English homework for hours and hours.

She'd check our notebooks weekly, and I'd ALWAYS get a D. Because I didn't have perfect margins, and use color-coding, and printed. Well sorry, but if I can't read my own cursive then I'm not going to use it. She always kept the class WAY late, but my 2nd period teacher understood because, frankly, all the other teachers knew she was out of her mind.

I used to really like writing. Until I couldn't get better than an 80 on anything I wrote for a year because my handwriting isn't perfect. Friggin' maniac.

7th grade was actually a really bad year for me in general. I had a math teacher who couldn't teach for crap, and this was supossed to be the smartest class. I think she was fired after like 2 years and nobody would keep her around for more than a few years. I wonder why.

Frankly, being in the smart classes in elementary and middle school hurt me more than helped me. The damn smart math class was basically self-tought, which works REAL well when you're 12. I guess because of that horrific expereince I never took AP English and Math, even though I took AP Bio and kicked its ass.

Meh, my 7th grade English teacher was pretty bad too. Not as bad as Ms. Plaza, but still bad. Ms. Scilla was annoying, and she was one of the teachers who had favorites. She pretty much hated every male student, and loved the girls. Well, for about a week we kept arguing and I had to go into a meeting with my mom. Now, all of my teachers in the 7th grade were great aside from Ms. Scilla. So, I go into her room and I see all my teachers there. The meeting was suppose to be me, my mom, and Ms. Scilla. I was really pissed Ms. Scilla just 'invited' them into the meeting. Also, she loved to make stabs at me. As soon as we got in her class we had a 'Do Now'. It would be a misspelt sentence, and we had to fix the mistakes. Now, the day after the meeting I had with her, this was the sentence on the board:

"I had trouble with a student, so I called his mother"

This got me really pissed. It was a direct stab at me (she makes up a sentence for each period) and it was immature for a teacher to do something like this. I told my therapist about this, and she agreed with me.

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I mainly dislike teachers that are bad at what they do.

That reminds me of my 6th grade Social Studies teacher, Ms. Falvo. The woman perviously did some sort of 'creative student project', then they dropped it, and she was placed as a last minute SS teacher. (there wasn't enough room for us in the middle school, so we had to spend an extra year in Elementary) She really didn't know what she was doing. She complained to us about everything in her life, she ran out of plans by the end of year, and we had GIANT books for her class we had to bring them in EVERYDAY or we got a 0.

GAT-X105, that sounds alot like my last English teacher. We typed up some papers, but rarely. The whole year we had to rewrite essays, and if we messed up on just one thing, we had to write it all over again. And we did this ALL YEAR. I'm not joking at all, it was bad. She did give away lots of pointless extra credit points though, so that was good. (like if you wore yellow on tuesday, you'd get 50 points)

This year has been pretty good with teachers though. The only problem I had was with my French teacher (switched out of her class) I was out for a week (when I went to North Carolina) and I had a REAL hard time learning French, and she never explain sh*t to me about what I missed. Aside from her, I love pretty much all my teachers. Although I'm currently having issues with my fanshion design teacher. And it don'st seem like I'm alone.

I never had a good elementary school teacher not counting the one really nice and kind ones I had for one semester. I am/was some sort of prodigy in their eyes, and was thrown around like a ragdoll. The worst teachers I ever had was in the 2nd grade and the 6th grade. I forgot her name but she hated me. She once called me a jerk because I didnt finish the work on time. It was cutting and pasting crap, which I loathe with a passion. Not to mention I am not a fast worker. I have never seen any point in that...and I f***ing hate doing maps in World Geography. I am not arts and craftsy. That is for normals. Ive also never been good in math since I was tossed around so much. Can you believe due to this crap I had no idea how to long divide(I sh** thee not.) I still cannot work with fractions either. I am horribly paralyzed. But I manage now. I learned myself a little. Still...my 6th grade math teacher hated me. He gave incomprehensible amounts of work. He didnt help me at all. I did not learn anything, to say the least. Also...my previous math teacher in my old school was senile. Seriously. She didnt know what she was doing...

My Music teacher.
First of all, why I'm required to take freaking MUSIC in 8th grade, I have no clue. But on to the teacher.
Mrs. Faust-Frodl.
First off, my tongue explodes everytime I try to say her name.
Secondly, the work she gives sucks. She always gives us pop quizzes that were supposed to be open-book, but she decides against it because she's a bitch.
Third, she's bipolar. Straight up bipolar. One minute she'll be telling me I'm a star because I remembered Mozart's first name and the next she'll be calling me a turd for missing a question on a 100 point test.
Lastly, she just hates me. One time she was like, "If girls had sung that, it would have sounded much better." Then I sorta mumbled, "That was sorta sexist..." Then she's like "SHUT THE **** UP YOU STUPID LITTLE WORM I KILLED YOUR GRANDPARENTS AND ATE THEIR SKULLS," which I found very offensive.
Yeah well, this is my last year with her, so I'm happy. life - crazy women - music class = better

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Originally posted by Volt Lastly, she just hates me. One time she was like, "If girls had sung that, it would have sounded much better." Then I sorta mumbled, "That was sorta sexist..." Then she's like "SHUT THE **** UP YOU STUPID LITTLE WORM I KILLED YOUR GRANDPARENTS AND ATE THEIR SKULLS,"

I doth say. WHAT THE F***********CK?!

Well...with name like Faust..

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Originally posted by BigOZ quote: Originally posted by Volt Lastly, she just hates me. One time she was like, "If girls had sung that, it would have sounded much better." Then I sorta mumbled, "That was sorta sexist..." Then she's like "SHUT THE **** UP YOU STUPID LITTLE WORM I KILLED YOUR GRANDPARENTS AND ATE THEIR SKULLS," I doth say. WHAT THE F***********CK?! Well...with name like Faust..

Yeah, so I exaggerated a little bit.
A little bit.

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Originally posted by Volt First of all, why I'm required to take freaking MUSIC in 8th grade, I have no clue.

I had to take music in 8th grade too. Hated it, since I haven't been in Music since the 3rd Grade. Which would explain why I couldn't do any of the work. My music teacher was INSANELY corny though, like she could a PBS show. And she treated us all like we were little kids. I remeber one day I came in late for school (..damn bus..) and I was really rushing to get my books out of my locker, and the plage of allegiance was playing. And well, I didn't stop to stand for it. Then she came up to me, and gave me a real mean tone "YOU BETTER STAND UP NEXT TIME, WHEN THAT COMES ON YOU STAND". And it seemed after that she kinda had this 'grudge' on me. She wasn't mean or nasty per see, but she wasn't too nice to me.

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Originally posted by VoltThen she's like "SHUT THE **** UP YOU STUPID LITTLE WORM I KILLED YOUR GRANDPARENTS AND ATE THEIR SKULLS"

...Did she really say that?

Ahhhh Elementary school.... good times... goood NOT!

I was in three diffrent elementary schools... it sucked. First two wernt so bad, third one made me suicidal.

4th grade. I had this evil $@%@ of a teacher named Mrs. Napier. I hated her. She would always single me out for everything, and blamed me for everything to. Hell this one girl just started kicking me for no reason at all. The evil bitch said that i probably started it and to go sit down. This proceded for a while. Later on in the year, i had to go to the restroom. I go to Mrs. Napier and ask her if i can to go the restroom.... can you guess what she said...

NO!

I waited an hour, i asked again, she said NO!. Waited 30 more minutes, she said NO!... well i couldnt take it anymore, and i will leave it to you to guess what happened....

The only teacher that I really didn't like was this one lady who supposedly was teaching history, but instead just TONS of busy work and then would act like a bitch to everyone.

Then she would stop in the middle of lectures to talk to other students who were skipping other classes and let them sit at her desk.....

then I got angry with her and told her to reccomend me for the AP class and she had this whole smug attitude telling me it was soo hard and that if you think you're that smart, find but don't come back to me when you fail.

A both semesters and a 5 on the ap test.

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Originally posted by Dingo 4th grade. I had this evil $@%@ of a teacher named Mrs. Napier.

Was Mrs. Napier an old black lady? Because my 8th grade English Teacher was a Mrs. Napier.

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Originally posted by Umino quote: Originally posted by Dingo 4th grade. I had this evil $@%@ of a teacher named Mrs. Napier. Was Mrs. Napier an old black lady? Because my 8th grade English Teacher was a Mrs. Napier.

nope, just some crazy old hag

Sorry this is long....

Oh geez alrighty... lets see I have had quite a few. I’ll start with third grade.

Alrighty 3rd grade with Mrs. Price. This teacher meant well but I think honestly we just started off on the wrong foot and stuff. Things were getting harder in my life something was going on between my parents so they had started to argue a lot, and this of course upset my little brother and sister who were 3 and barley 2, so they use to be sad by this a lot and cry because they were scared, so I had to take care of them a lot even late at night. Well being awaked at night a lot and stuff I got tired and more tired one day I apparently fell asleep in class. And well Mrs. Price was trying to wake me I apparently woke up and the first thing I said was "What’s wrong ….? (And said my sibling’s name.) That being my little sister. Mrs. Price was like excuse me? And then started to make jokes about it in class, which of course got the rest of the class roaring in laughter.

I mean if your teacher (this woman was kind of elderly but sill young at heart) started prancing around the class room pretending to suck her thumb saying "Big sis, Big Sis!" I am sure you would laugh too. Well I tried to shake it off but after two days or so of every time you walked into the class (I was always the last one due to the bus ride.) the entire class and the teacher getting up a saying and acting like that I am sure that you too may get upset. Well that was it I yelled out "Shut the hell up." And the whole class like froze I never talked much and granted I also had said a bad word. Mrs. Price was like Beth stay after school with me today.

After school comes, she’s talking to me and saying how I should not have acted like that and why would I gets so upset etc etc. Well I said if you had to take care of your own baby siblings you too would become upset or tired of it. She said I see and later drove me home.

That weekend comes around.... my parents were leaving to go somewhere and they had arranged for a "baby sitter" alright fine no big deal I figured it would just be one of mothers friend's daughters which was usually no problem they brought a movie and we sat there and watched it. Apparently not, my mother opened the door and low and behold it was Mrs. Price. My parents failed to mention that the would be gone the entire weekend and also that next week due to business trips. So that meant like an entire week with this woman. I jut tried to ignore her.

So the rest of the week was alright everyone at schooled laugh because of course I showed up with Mrs. Price in her car to school and on top of that since my siblings were not in school yet they got to come to class with me. Great, was laughed for a week and such, alrighty so during that week in school we were learning the hazards of smoking and how you should never do drugs. Well my little sister got up and said that’s a lie and pointed to Mrs. Price and said “You smoke all the time.” The whole class was shocked, and of course she denied it.

That evening all of us got scolded and how we should never say things like that out loud and such. Later I found her cigarettes and flushed them. Our home was smoke free and it was going to stay that way. Well Mrs. Price had issues with that she was looking all over the place for her cigarettes and could not find them of course she was twitching the whole day and the rest of the week. She was trying to teach and it was not working I said “Are you looking for your cigarettes?” She was like “Yes, yes where are they?” I said: “I flushed them and got rid of them because smoking is bad and my house is smoke free.” Everyone in class was shocked; Mrs. Price left the class for the rest of the day.

So time to go home comes around I figured I am going to get yelled at about what happened. Instead we had a pretty mutual talk and she said she was trying to quit and that it was hard and stuff. Alright fine that week ends parents come back things are trying to go back to normal and school started to get better.

Mrs. Price came to baby-sit and tutor me and my siblings on and off for five years. In other words she became the Grandmother that none of us ever had and was there a lot for my self and my siblings when my parents were away. About 2 years ago she was diagnosed with having brain cancer, basically due to all of those years of smoking she had never quit. I use to go see her during my breaks from boarding school and talk and such, a little less than a year now she passed away. I never got to tell her that I was sorry and stuff, I was not even allowed to go to her funeral (my parents they were like that.)

Its funny the teacher that I ended up hating the most ended up becoming one of the only people who was there for me as a family figure.

-Beth

I've never really had any "bad" teachers.

Lazy and unprofessional ones, who made me regret the teachers union even existed, yes. But they were very forgettable.

I remember my first grade teacher was, compared to most of her younger colleagues, somewhat strict. She was also very nice, provided you weren't just a nitwit out to cause problems.

I had one really insane teacher. My tenth grade algebra 2 teacher.

She made a big fuss about germs. If people sneezed on their hands, they had to wipe them on their jeans. She applauded the one person who sneezed in their shirt. She took my water bottle cuz supposedly I had refilled it and threw it in the garbage right in front of me. She even claimed that she was in such good shape, that she claimed that she wasn't tired getting at the top of the stairs while we high schoolers were out of shape and out of breath. Whatever.

What really pissed me off was one day, after parent conferences, when I asked her why she wasn't there the night before, because I was hoping my parents would get to talk to her (yes, i was the goody goody who actually went to those). She yelled at me, claiming that I wasn't the one giving her her paycheck and that I had no business of knowing (I would have understood if she told me that nicely). Then she proceeded to retaliate by sending me to the office because coincidentally I had worn the pair of jeans that were torn at the knees, and said that if I had only kept my mouth shut I wouldn't have ended up in this mess. The people in the office were nice though, and they didn't do anything because they knew she was a crazy b*tch. I didn't like her before. I hated her then, with a passion, and I'm not usually a person to hate people. I was jumping for joy when she announced that she was retiring that very semester.