Thread: Old teachers that we hate oh so much.

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    • 12 years 8 months ago
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    Mrs. Tolbert: I hope your back hurts...man, you were a bitch.

    That goes for you too Westberry.
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    • 12 years 8 months ago
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    Hookay, now here's a subject I can have a field day with.....

    Let's see here.......

    The two P.E. teachers from elementary school, both of them were fat old hags who spent most of class yelling at us like angry boot camp instructors. The next year we got this teacher whom I look back in retrospect as HOT, but she too was really stern and mean, then she got preggers on my 2nd grade year, and she thankfully changed. Thank god for babies.

    Then there was my 1st grade teacher. Besides having lingered around in the boys bathroom making snyde comments on anyone who had their pants too low at the urinal, she also is the one that gave me an insecurity about singing. And when the Stanford/Olsat tests came around, I had no idea what a serious time it was because nobody made it out like that.

    Most of my years in one of those blasted "Next Generation Schools" was fine, then I got into fifth grade, which is when my whole world started coming apart due to school. I was always bullied and picked on and had stuff stolen during class, and of course, the wretch did not do a damn thing about it, instead blaming me. I had 2 choices, loose my school supplies to a bunch of wannabe gangstas much to my mom's disdain, or go to the office for giving one of them a black eye. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Also, this witch believed using the restroom was a "privilege not a right" instead of a necessary bodily function.

    6th grade begot some more problems, with a tightwad pent up History teacher who was giving me detentions every other week, with my science teacher not close behind, usually for little petty crap like stacking pencils in weird ways, and drawing rock bands and guitars all over my class notes and assignment sheets. Surprisingly, we settled our differences over time.

    7th grade was the worst. I got stuck with only 2 teachers that year covering two subjects each, the nicer one covering english and social studies, and the other was a tightwad pent up fundie christian wingnut hell bent on keeping me over in school every damn week. Maybe I should thank her for toughening me up walking 6 miles home from school every couple days, but that's about all the good I got out of it.

    Then what about 8th grade.....this one has some retarded teacher action going on. The one I absolutley could not stand, was teh english teacher that year. I came into class after having 2 cups of coffee one morning, and literally, this woman was complaining that coffee would "stunt my growth". Umm, woman, I'm already 5'10"-6'0" tall at 15......and so much to her theory, I STILL drink coffee and I'm 6' 3". Same teacher blew the "child abuse" whistle on my mom because of school rumors, come to think of it, 8th grade sucked balls just like 7th.

    9th grade......I had issues with a band director concerning being late, but we eventually settled our differences.

    10th grade.....it ALWAYS has to be someone, that year it was the new principal, who REALLY wrecked school morale. Slowly I watched as all the good that I had the previous year was taken away, from being threatened that my guitar would be taken away if I played at lunch anymore (yes, they allowed it the previous year), to tightening rules due to crap that'd never happen in a school in a podunk town.

    11th grade....I loved my teachers that year, from the hot pushover 20 year old english teacher, to the clueless math teacher who never realized I was missing in his last block class when I skipped school, to my sensitive by overly stern science teacher (the only one who caught me during the last 5 months of school where I skipped class....a LOT, and he caught me only once), and lastly, that darned principal. After this, I dropped out and quit, and went to the world of college professors and later IT professionals, and since it's been much more hunkey dorey. School has no semblance of reality....the only way to REALLY experience and learn about reality is to DO IT.
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    • 12 years 8 months ago
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    I grew up in this hellhole of a small town. I will just give you the name of the town because most people have never heard of it. It is Gervais, Oregon. When I went to school there, it was filled with terrible teachers. I will just list them off chronologically.

    My 2nd grade teacher was this grouchy old hag that yelled treated people like they were stupid. She retired that year. She should of done it sooner.

    My 3rd grade teacher was a psycotic bitch that would throw fits in front of us. She hated me so she would send me to the principal's office for no reason. She hated my brother, too because he had asthima and missed a lot of school. She said we were over mothered. One kid, she got mad at and put his desk at the front of the room and put a divider around it like a cubicule. She should NOT have been a teacher.

    At that same time we had an a-hole of a PE teacher. He got mad if you weren't interested in sports. He would give health lectures and scare us by telling us if you eat certain things(like cheese, butter, hot dogs, etc.) You would die. He used to hit people.

    5th grade- This lady was hopped up on medication because her health was bad and she would act all schitzo sometimes. She was, also, known for crying really easily when mad. My brother and his friend Derrick hold the record for making her cry the most in 1 year.

    6th-This guy was really, really boring. He used to yell and hit the table with a yard stick to get our attention.
    What are you people!? On dope!?

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    • 12 years 8 months ago
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    Quote by jenniferswe
    "What Are You On Dope" - Mr. Hand


    Love that quote, that reminds me of another teacher, from my freshman year in high school (9th grade). I did'nt hate the guy, he was quite a funny character actually. Just about every day, he started class the same way......

    "(closes door) I'm looking around and I see that you are on somethin', all of you, I can see it in your eyes. " The guy was'nt named Mr. Hand, but he definatley fit the character mold.
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    • 12 years 7 months ago
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    None of my teachers in Elementry were that bad, but my fourth grade teach, Mrs Williams, she got pissed off alot with me. I had depression and anxiety at the time, so i cried alot in class for no reason. She yelled at me constantly and made everything worse. I became homeschooled for 5th and 6th grade. I\'m in 7th now and i\'m SO happy i don\'t have that ass-faced teacher anymore.
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    • 12 years 7 months ago
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    Kindergarten-A nice teacher.
    1st grade: ms. Waine, a somewhat nice teacher, cared more about the environment, than her students.
    2nd Grade: Mrs. Jacobs, this teacher was a whack job from Arkansas, who talked with that annoying southern drawl, and she had her favorites.
    3rd Grade: Ms. Schooler, this lady was meaner than a nest of hornets after a brick was thrown on it. This woman made examples out of me and this girl, we hated that.
    4th Grade: Mr. Pini, this guy was awesome, let us play on the computers all we wanted.
    5th Grade: Ms. Rose, was a pregnant bitch. simple as that.
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    • 12 years 7 months ago
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    Ms. Kempf, Grade 7 Health Ed teacher. She talked through her teeth and she would come around and sniff us to make sure none of us were wearing perfume/cologne because she is allergic to it. Other than that I had it pretty good. Kid\'s education is like number 1 in Iowa. I do recall having some piss-poor pathetic sub teachers once in awhile.
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    • 12 years 7 months ago
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    The librarian at my elementary school was notorious for being crazy/mean as all hell. She was known to constantly scream at, grab, and fling around students at will. It wasn\'t a rare occasion to see a student run from the library crying. What\'s pathetic is the fact that everyone complained about her(parents included) and no action was ever taken against her. As a matter of fact, I took my little cousin to school last week and I think she\'s a kindergarten teacher now. It\'s ridiculous.
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    • 12 years 7 months ago
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    This topic is sure one-of-a-kind. Hated teachers... couldn't live without 'em.

    Back home in Columbus, OH, elementary school was total hellfire for me (I attended the now dearly-departed Brentnell Montessori School). Every classroom there had two teachers in the same class- the main teacher, and an "instructional assistant". There were many teachers and adults I didn't care for in my prime- because they never saw, or even wanted to see, eye to eye with me- but here's some that stick out more, like sore thumbs a-plenty:

    In 2nd grade, I felt somewhat unlucky to be paired up with Ms. Hanasky and Mrs. Loring, in Room 7. The latter was a problematic old nutcase, who always made me not do things on my own time, and caught doing things I did off of schedule, like reading books, thereby having her dub me the room's official "book thief". One time when it happened, I was so frustrated about not listening, so I kicked her, and got told off by her from it. She was no fun at all, that Mrs. Loring- I'd learn my 3 R's better if you would just get the F--- outta my face!!!

    Then came 3rd grade, and Mrs. Rike, in Room 18. Every time I tried to do something good for my "contracts"- our assignments, the more it seemed to backfire on me. For example, we were supposed to read to a fellow classmate- which I thought was absolute bullcrap. She even chastised me- in writing- for not making sense in my sentences in which we were supposed indicate parts of speech. On one contract, Mrs. Rike wasn't pleased I wrote derogatory comments about her orders.

    Later on, in middle school (Arts IMPACT MS at Everett), we had this bearded, skinny guy, Mr. Jones. Aside from being a SWELL music teacher (loved the steel drum/marimba/calypso band), he was also in charge of controlling the kids at lunch, and when we gathered in the auditorium, always using a LOUD YELL for quiet! That yell, IMHO, was total overkill- even during lunch, he once in a while forbade us to even open our yaps, and if we did, we lost recess. I swear, if I hafta hear "HEY! THERE SHOULD BE NO TALKING! KEEP THE VOLUME DOWN!" one more time, is he going to feel the wrath of the punch-kick from the side, that loudmouth, stupid-piece-o'-s--- SOB!


    You know, I gotta tell you- when it comes to child education, you sure meet the NUTS in this business!

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    • 12 years 6 months ago
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    This is a long story so I will cut right to the chase. In elementary school (k-6th where I lived and the JR high was 7-9) I had a very demented and disrespectful music teacher. Mrs. Lewis never came to class in a good mood, and I don’t think she ever smiled at anyone, ever. She always managed to say something inappropriate or depressing at random. For example, one of our concert songs was titled
    Christmas Dreams.”
    After handing out the lyric sheet Mrs. Lewis said,
    “I just read in the paper today that a neglectful babysitter caused a fire which killed her and the two kids, so I guess that family’s Christmas dreams won’t be coming true.”
    One day all three of the fifth grade classes were in her music portable rehearsing for the school Christmas concert. There was this classmate of ours named Dustin who was the class clown. Dustin was like the Don Rickles of my school because he made fun of everyone and always got a good laugh even from the victims of his jokes. On this morning Dustin (and in truth the rest of us) was just having fun goofing around being his normal hyper 5th grade self. He was not swearing, or threatening her in any way. Mrs. Lewis was in her usual cantankerous mood and decided to make an example of Dustin. Right in the middle of a song she waddled from behind her piano grabbed Dustin dragging him out of the portable. She than proceeded to berate Dustin by screaming at him (loud enough for all of us back in the portable, plus the rest of the school, to hear) and calling him every thing but a child of God. Mrs. Lewis returned to the portable, without Dustin (must have sent him to the office) and told us to go back to our respective classrooms. She told all three of the fifth grade teachers what happened. Every fifth grade student was ordered to write a personal apology letter to Mrs. Lewis.
    The next year was our sixth grade year and our last year with Mrs. Lewis for the rest of our lives. Early in the semester she flew into a rant about
    kids these days.”
    In her dissertation (which lasted the entire class period) she told us that we would not be able to resist the vices and temptations of junior high life. She claimed that statistics proved most of our classmates would become drug addicts/traffickers or pregnant. She broke her argument down by attributing that boys would be more susceptible to the former and girls towards the latter. At that point we’d taken about all we cared to endure . During the following week sixth graders from all three class rooms spent recesses gathering signatures for our petition to get Mrs. Lewis fired.
    This petition outlined our grievances regarding her judgmental commentary and the all around dismal atmosphere of her classes. Things were going fine until someone sold us out and our sixth grade teacher got hold of the petition and showed it to Mrs. Lewis. Well that was the end of the line for the sixth grade revolution of 96. The funny thing is, dear reader, I had her husband for world studies two up at the Junior High and he was one of the most down to earth teachers I’ve ever had. Opposites attract I guess.
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    • 12 years 6 months ago
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    I went to a clearly underfunded Catholic school for about ten years. At least two of the teachers there didn't actually have teaching degrees (but considering how stupid almost all of them were, I can't imagine how any of them got more than a Mrs. Degree) - they were just 'homeroom moms' who ended up filling in on a more permenant basis after subbing every now and then.

    My second grade teacher was a bitch. She had some serious anger issues and often took them out on the students (yet, she seemed to have a fetish for butterflies - go figure). When my cousin was in her class two years prior, the woman got mad at a student and picked up his desk, emptied the contents, threw the desk across the room, made the kid clean up his stuff and then wrote him up for disrupting class. When I was in her class, I wrote out a note in which I called her every possible insult in the book; the look on her face was priceless when someone ratted me out and showed it to her after I threw it away. I don't know how this whackjob managed to get screwed four times (she had four kids - hmm, maybe that was why she was so miserable - she dealt with brats all day and then had to go home to more of them).

    And the principal was a hard-assed nun who deserved to have a crucifix shoved down her throat and her teeth knocked out. She was too cheap to try and have lockers installed for students who switched classes, and our textbooks were heavy and we couldn't go back to our homerooms to get books or put books away. This meant that everyone from fifth grade to eighth grade was carrying upwards of 20 pounds of books on their backs at any given time. Not ironically, the school did yearly scoliosis testing on only this grade bracket. Nah, they weren't trying to cover their asses. Those bookbags with the handles and wheels were also banned because they made the hallways congested.

    One of the old religion teachers - a priest - was an asshole too. I only had him for one day, but I heard horror stories about him from my cousin. This guy would smack the students with a ruler (or the 'truth stick' as he called it) and eventually broke it over someone's head. During some kind of lecture demonstration, this priest also punched a student in the stomach, and he seemed to like shoving his hands down the back of his pants and then putting his hands all over the girl students' heads. I was so glad I didn't have to deal with this asswipe.

    I guess I couldn't have expected a Catholic school to be run by decent people. Funnily enough, after having Catholic-flavored bullshit shoved down my throat all my life, I have become an atheist and actually think for myself.
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    • 12 years 6 months ago
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    My third grade teacher was the worst, she didn't teach us anything the whole year, all she would talk about is her stupid jewelry and her kindergarten son.

    My 7th grade history teacher wasn't that mean but he was creepy, all he made us do was read a chapter in the book do a test,make us draw maps and watch movies. but hes always on his stupid computer and watches porn all day (its true!)
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    • 12 years 6 months ago
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    Miss Sroka ! she was the librarian at my elementary school and she was the coach for the volleyball team, well anyways we were playing volleyball and she just started counting the players to make sure the teams were even so shes counting then she gets to me and goes "theres half " (due to my short height) and i try to ingnore it but after i just got really mad so i told my homeroom teacher so he told the office and then Miss.Shithead confronts me and starts yelling at me saying she never said suck a thing but there was witnesses ! later my mom let her have it and she admitted !
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    • 12 years 6 months ago
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    My 4th grade teacher was my least favorite teacher for sure. She was quite mean, and her class was not fun at all, while most of the other 4th grade teachers were fun. In 5th grade, I asked a lot of kids from her class (the year before) what their opinion of her was. Almost all of them said they hated her.
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    • 12 years 5 months ago
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    Long post, but I'm going to only post a few teachers at a time so it will be as long. Let me start with first grade. My parents sent me to an elementary school called MacGregor in Houston, because it had a Magnet program. They thought it would be good for me, but someone failed to tell them about some of the teachers I got stuck with.

    Her name was Mrs Johnson, and she was a fat ass African American teacher that went too far with physical punishment. She knew I had learning problems and had problems with math, but never bothered sending me to resource room for help. She was just obsessed with my handwriting, and would make do all this tracing and copying letters and words; causing me to miss out on important work. When one or few students did something wrong, the whole class was punished.

    She would punish us by taking a big ruler and beating us across our hands ten times! This hurt like a motherfucker, but if anyone cried or complained she threatened to do it some more! She more often than not put me in a corner for the hell of it, instead of making me just put my name on the board for petty, stupid things. She did it because of my learning problems.

    She had the nerve when this psychotic boy named Jovan kept stealing my stuff, and pulling my hair to say I'm going to marry him. Him? That psychotic creep? Never in a million years! I'm 31 and I'm not nowhere near married to him Mrs Bitchasaurus Rex in combat boots! Ha, in your face! This kid really believed he was the devil, and acted like one. She had even put barrettes with decorations in his and another boy's hair one day for doing something to the girls. Okay, now how is this considered a normal type of punishment? Shouldn't she be putting them in a corner?

    But anyhow, it was because of her, I made mostly nothing but failing grades. Fs and Ds. I was made to feel ashamed, because I was supposedly the only girl that got those ugly grades. I now know she just gave them to me because of my handwriting and nothing more. I could understand failing math, but not all the other subjects. Those other kids in my class, and in group B had made fun of me because of it.

    When I went to a different school, the grades were somewhat better but it was the same BS. I explain soon. Did I mention she was buddy buddies with another hateful bitch for a teacher, also in first grade? Both used to provoke us outside while standing in line, and would whisper ugly, hateful things that we could easily hear.Sometimes they said some mean things to us directly. And sometimes it was behind other kids' back, to us in class. I hope both bitches ended up in an Iraq prison, living in filthy, deplorable conditions.

    The librarian of MacGregor elementary - Can't remember her name, but she was just as discouraging even when I was an advanced reader. She was kind of a bitch too. You see, for a first grader my reading level was more advanced to at least a couple of levels. Probably to third grade level. Now it was my first time checking out books, and I didn't know you couldn't check out more than one book. And because of my advanced level, I sped read through at least a couple of books.

    Maybe three or four I think. But did she praise me, or tell me to check out second or third grade books? No, instead she scolded and embarrassed me in front of the class, and told me I couldn't check out books for weeks. I had suffer in boredom unless someone lent me a book. There were some good books in the first grade level that I could read over and over again without boredom.

    But others, once I was done reading it I wanted something else, but knew I wouldn't get it. It was a long, boring wait for library day. You would think in a magnet school, the librarian would have an accelerated reader program! But no, it was you fall into her mold and followed her strict rules, or get no library books! I hope this sorry, cantankerous bitch got raked over the coals by everyone she screwed over,including those who were accelerated readers.

    My Magnet Program Art Teacher - Or rather her mean spirited substitute from hell. Can't remember her name either. This ugly, blond bitch was always on my back about something stupid, and always yelled and screamed at me or someone. She never could talk to me in a normal voice, and just flew off the handle over the slightest things. I noticed she was also always on certain other kids' backs as well. So, she singled certain ones out as nothing but troublemakers, and treated the others as first class citizens.

    I always dreaded when the real art teacher had to miss school, because she always took her place. Never anyone different, just miss loudmouthed lard-ass herself.
    I think that's the only reason she always got, hired because she was a relative of our art teacher or someone in school.

    There was a bad incident for example, where this bitchy, pigtailed freckled-faced brat named Abigail lied to me and tricked me into flushing a toilet she stuffed up herself. She told me she needed help flushing it, and would give me something great in return. I flushed it and suddenly it overflowed, though it only made a small mess. Nothing real severe. But I was just too upset and too embarrassed to tell the music teacher (we had her that day) what she had done.

    A few weeks later we get stuck with her in Art Class again. She started griping and complaining in this long, boring talk about kids messing up toilets for the fun of it. Since when was this her responsibility? Wasn't THIS problem supposed to be the principal's responsibility, as well as talking to kids about it? This was all she was mostly concentrated on, instead of starting us on our next art project. And that apple polishing bitch, Abigail, had some nerve to raise her hand, then tell that bitch I had intentionally flushed a toilet was clogged up! And that it overflowed everywhere making a huge mess in the bathroom, which wasn't true.

    She even failed to mention the part where she messed up the toilet herself! So she screamed at me, and yelled all kinds of hateful things at me! She never asked me if it was true or try to get my side of the story! Like I said, some of us were singled out as troublemakers, like me for instance, and others were treated like teacher's pets. I also think she didn't like me, because I was sick all the time.I hope both she and that brat Abigail were thrown down a deep cavern, and hit every ledge hard on the way down!

    More to come!
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    • 12 years 5 months ago
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    My 1st grade teacher...Mrs. Jackson. She was just mean, and always acted like she couldn't stand being around kids. She also didn't like to concern herself with anyones problems. I got beat up by a group of 3rd grade bullies one day, came back to the class room crying, and all she did was tell me to grow a backbone or something like that, then ignored me. My next worst teacher was Mrs. Rockhill in 5th grade. Mostly because she gave us unreasonable amounts of homework, and then would get really angry when someone would come into class the next day with anything unfinished. I mean, I'm talking about 3 hours of homework a night...and this is FIFTH GRADE!! I probably felt the same kind of stress in 5th grade, that most people don't start feeling until they reach high school.
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    • 12 years 5 days ago
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    One other teacher I disliked having during my Brentnell years was Mrs. Blanchette, our vocal music teacher (had her up to 3rd grade), about every Tuesday. And believe you me, I cannot even think of where to begin in order to describe this dumboozled crackwipe: she always pronounced my name wrong, as "Inn" instead of "Ian". Furthermore, when calling the roll, when she sang our name (with the notes C-A), we were supposed to sing in the same notes, "Ab-sent!" or "I'm here!", neither too high nor too low. Unfortunately for me, whenever any of my classmates responded the same way, but sang their response with the wrong notes (e.g. G-E, A-Gb), I always tended to crack up at how funny they sounded. But would you believe it, Mrs. BLAND-$#!+ didn't think that was so funny, and sent me outta her room for a while. Also, while we sang a song or two, should anybody fool around in secret, she broke off the from usual lyrics while still keeping with the melody, to get their act together and still sing.

    Now I've heard of there being nobody more innocent than a child, but when it comes being at Brentnell, this is flat-out RIDICULOUS!

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    Good grief...all these teachers who make fun of their students...now I know why Columbine happened.
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    • 12 years 5 days ago
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    Ms. Ferguson in 2nd grade was a nightmare. She always made fun of students, and yelled until her eyes got bloodshot and red.

    I remember her asking me to spell "umbrella", and when I couldn't, she called me stupid in front of the whole class. I learned to keep my head down from her.

    There was one girl that she treated worse than anyone else. The girl didn't like doing math, and complained a lot about that. I remember Ms. Ferguson telling her that math was like building a castle, and if you didn't learn it now, it would be like building it on sand. Probably true, but the way she said it was not very nice.

    And the girl was always in a power struggle with her. I don't remember too well, but I think Ms. Ferguson made fun of her and called her stupid a lot. I remember one time when that girl dumped glue on to the floor just to make her angry.

    I heard a rumor that she was fired for throwing a chair at a student. I'm not sure if it was true. I doubt it, because she was so old and frail that I don't think she could have done something like that.

    Ms. Ferguson was in her 70's at the time. There is no way she's alive now.

    I've had several bad teachers, who didn't know how to do their job, but only one other teacher I hated. This was Mr. Kingrey in my high school physics class, in 12th grade. He was a terrible teacher. He had us grade our own tests and homework. He often got facts wrong when lecturing. He would go out into the hallway for long periods of time, for no apparent reason.

    He was also very grumpy and mocked kids a lot. He called a girl ugly. He had annoying little expressions that he would spout every day, as if he had them recorded. He was the total package. Worst teacher I ever had.

    When I finished the semester-long geology course I had directly before that class (happy happy joy joy), I dropped the physics class. I was getting an F in it anyway. I later took a physics class in college that had a great teacher, and it helped me understand the subject a lot better (although I still haven't followed up on that, since I don't plan to be a physicist or engineer).

    There was even a group of parents lobbying to remove Mr. Kingrey from the staff. It was that bad. But what puzzled me the most was that there was also a group of students that actually liked him. That was the strangest thing about the whole affair.
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    • 12 years 4 days ago
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    I have quite a few:

    1st Grade: Sr. Marie Helene-- She thought I had ADHD, so she suggested to my parents that I should start taking Ritalin.

    4th Grade: Mrs. Nickenger-- She hated my older brother, so she automaticaly assumed that I would be just like him. She hated me too

    7th/8th Grade English/Lit: Mrs. Westfall-- She would insult you if you got a bad grade on a book report.

    10 Grade Relgion: Miss Desmond-- She hated me and my parents since we wern't Pro life church going Catholics.

    11th Grade Homeroom: Miss McNulty-- She was an obese sweaty teacher, who was always yelling at me for no aparent reason.

    12th Grade US Government: Mr. Lenihan-- He was also an angry man who needed deodorant. His shirt had pit stains on them. Gross!
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