The worst thing your teacher has ever said to you

I think that the worst thing any of my teachers have ever said to me would have to be the time i was told " you're fired from school, your homework tonight is to go home and eat some powdered bleach, and die"

Actually, that never happened, but the worst thing a teacher has ever said to me was during the 3rd grade. I dont know why this has stuck with me for so long, i just remember it. It was during i think music class and some kid kicked me in the head. hard. and i went to the teacher, in tears, and he told me " stop lying and trying to get (name of kid) in trouble or im calling your mom" or something very similar to that

THAT's TERRIBLE! Hehe.

In my senior year in high school, I asked my math teacher a question, and he said, "Shutup, stupid. Either look it up in the book or fondle my balls."

So which did you do, Dar?

I think the answer to your question is very evident by Darwin's double chin, Devlin.

Worst things teachers have ever said to me - these are all true and correct and not embellished.

To put it in perspective I did grow up in Australia, and in rather empoverished areas therein, back when caning was a viable punishment for teachers to distribute (up to 6 swishes per school period -- they're not barbarians)... so perhaps my teachers were a lil more frank with me than most.

"Mine -- not only showing ownership in your case - but your future work address" (how prophetic that was)
"Young Sigmund, you sir are a poster child for birth control"
"Sometimes a student is only a student, but you however are a dickhead"
"GET THE *&!$^#!!@## OUTTA MY CLASS YOU LIL (correctly expanded - 'effing C')"

The last was screamed as I had dusters and chalk and books thrown at me just before the teacher one classroom up ran in and detained the screamer.

Strangely enough that last one was from our teacher in religious studies.....

Worst thing a teacher ever said to? Easy.

I'm old enough that there was still prayer in school when I was in first grade. We were supposed to start the day singing "Jesus Loves Me" and I of course didn't sing along, being Jewish. This really bothered the teacher, Mrs. Dial, a lot. A few weeks into first grade, a close relative died. Mrs. Dial told me that they were in Hell because they didn't love Jesus, and that I would go to Hell too if I didn't become saved.

My grandfather, a fairly forceful but wonderfully loving and charming man, spoke to someone somewhere. She was forced to retire two days later.

Grandfathers rock.

This wasn't exactly something said to me but DONE by a teacher who told me once that she thought I was a brilliant writer but that I shouldn't major in English in the Uni because it would make me go to the Devil's side of things. She wanted me to grow up to be a brilliant Christian writer, of course.

What she did was she assigned us to draw a poster of a literary term. My friends and I picked Irony. We had this great artist in our group, Jason, who drew this really cool skull with a cigarette hanging out of its mouth. Below it he wrote "smoking is glamorous" -- you see, irony, right?

The teacher ripped his poster into tiny shreds in front of the class because it had a skull on it, which was clearly satantic, and which she clearly couldn't have in her classroom. She gave us all a zero.

Zana

p.s. this was WAY after they stopped allowing prayer in school. This teacher was just so fanatical that she got away with anything she wanted because her boss, the principal, was also a fanatic.

Bhodi & Zana

Next time someone asks me why I firmly believe in separation of Church and State, can I just refer them to you?

My physics teacher laughed at me when I legitimately disproved some pieces of Einstein's theory of relativity in '94.

Turns out, about 2 years ago, some group of scientists in Germany disproved the same pieces in nearly the same way, and real-world tests are currently under way to find out if their results are correct.


I guess that's not so bad though compared to what others have said. I wasn't violated, just repressed. Oh, this same teacher gave me a D- for the course even though I aced all assignment and exams... though, after the incident mentioned above, I did call her a b*tch in front of the class on a daily basis. Good times.

LOL Apo. I couldn't take physics in high school because my real last name is Einstein, and the silly Physcis teacher told my boyfriend's father (not knowing that I was dating his son) "There is this girl named Einstein who will be in my class next year who thinks she's hot shit. There is no way she's going to pass MY class!"

I took chemistry. (And only passed it because the teacher felt sorry for me - the hair is genetic, the skills are not.)

In Fifth grade, a teacher told me to use my right hand for writing because the left is the Devils' hand and that I would go to hell. Well she is now pushing up dasies and I am a published writer..

Soren

I'm still traumatized by what happened in first grade.

I had very long hair that my mom used to put in braids every morning. There was a little girl named Tracy who had a pixie hair cut and I guess she was jealous of my hair. Well, one day she yanked on my braids hard enough to make my eyes water so I went and told my teacher (I worshipped my teacher). My teacher replied, "Don't be such a big baby", then muttered, "I can't stand tattletails". I was crushed.

Soren,

that's pretty wild! when i first saw this thread i tried to think of something that happened to me, but couldn't really think of one.

HOWEVER, i did remember that sometime around 5th grade there was a teacher who told a girl this exact same thing at the school i was going to at the time. she also happened to be a friend, because i was 'best friends' with her brother.

freaky..

In college I had a very tough drawing teacher from China. He never ever coddled us or pretended something was good if it wasn't and he had no problem sitting down and erasing your work and drawing an example and telling you exactly why it was bad and how to improve it. If you could take the strain he was a great teacher and we would leave each day showing visible improvement.

One day early in the semester we were all frantically drawing as he orbitted the room commenting. Total silence except for furious pencil scratching and his loud detailed trashing of someone's work. He sat down beside the girl next to me and looked at her work. And looked. Silence. Finally he announced, "This so bad...make me want to kill myself."

She never came back. Out of 35 people we finished the semester with 11. Great class.

This wasn't said to me, but to another girl in class. It was 11th grade american history.

After a test the teacher passed out the grades to everyone. He would announce the grades to the room. When he got to this girl he said:

"This is so bad I could take a chicken, get it drunk on vodka, stick it's feet in the mud and let it stmble across a paper and it would have got a higher score than you"

She broke down crying and ran out of the class never to return. God I still hate that man!! On the other hand I was the -only- one to pass his class that year with a D.

He wanted everyone to call him Dr. Desmond. I always refused to, I'd call him Mr. Desmond with very very heavy emphasis on the Mr. Also I told him once I had no intention of doing one of his projects because no matter what I did he'd fail it and that I couldn't stand him. Hehe maybe that got me a smidge of respect, enough for a D.

As I have always heard, that what happens to you has possibly happened to someone else and will continue to do so. Like when we went to Egypt.. I was told to eat with my Right hand because the Left is considered unclean. That was only 14 years ago and from what I hear they still consider that the custom. What a cruel cruel world we live in.

Soren

But in the middle east, it has nothing to do with god and the devil.

It dates back to a time before toilet paper. And that's as close as I'm gonna get to a direct statement.

(Note this is also why shaking someone's hand using your left is among the gravest of insults in the ME. It's also one of the main reasons for the ever-so-infamous cutting off of the right hand in Hamurabi's Code Of Laws.)

Grim, didn't say that it had to do with the Devil or God..just that it was unlean..

Soren

One of the worst things I've been told by a teacher happened last week, actually.

I was taking Biology, and all through the semester we were supposed to keep all of our paperwork done for the labs, and then hand them in at the end of the semester.

Well, about a week and a half away from the "real" due date, he decides to make the labwork due. So, I go out to my car, and lo and behold, my entire folder of work is missing.

I ended up doing like 8 labs in the span of 3 hours.

The next class I go up to him to show him my work... he thumbs through it, looks at me, tosses it back on the table, and says "You're in a world of shit, eh?" And walks off. No grade for the biology labs, because apparently I was missing one or two labs (nevermind that I did almost an entire semester's work in 3 hours)

It all ended up with a happy ending, though... after the final, I came up to him and asked if I could somehow find the labs again, if he would pass me... he said sure, by Monday. So I get off work Monday, and tell him I didn't have any more stuff, and he said "well, that's okay, I'll give you a B for it".

So I passed the Class From Hell with a high C/Low B

LF

This wasn't exactly from a teacher but the principal. He called the house the night before graduation and told me that I was not gonna graduate with my class.
A fun filled summer in summer school and I finally did graduate.

You do know why they say that? Its not the same as what the teacher did to you making you write with your right because the left is the devils hand.

In the Mideast the Left hand is your "wiping" hand, so you wouldn't really wanna eat with it.... That is why if you were caught stealing they cut off your right hand to force you to eat with your wiping hand.

JV

Not true. Every time I visited my relatives in Kansas and Missouri they ALWAYS had toilet paper available, and sinks with soap and water. Half of them are left-handed, too.

Oh... I've got tons of lovely encouragement from teachers.. as the only poor fatherless child in a rich, snooty, fanatically-religious community, you can imagine the support...

And of course, all the teachers thought I was retarded because I never did my homework and never answered in class. I recieved several fun comments like 'Don't worry, she's stupid and can't do this' or 'she's a retard'. Then the standardized iq test in grade five came back with a 150 and they realized their idea of retardation was my idea of being bored as fuck and ignoring your teachers.

Other gems:

'Take off that pentacle, it doesn't belong in this school' 'devilworshipper' 'you're going to hell' 'abomination'

I also developed quite a mouth, so in a town where using your fingers to make an L for 'loser' was risque... I responded to most comments with very colourful language

*grins* The female teacher who told me liking women was an abomination and I was going to hell? My response: "Nice tits"

Oh, and no, this wasn't a religious school, and it was only about 5 years ago.

The teacher in seventh grade who told me that my poetry was "almost rhythmic".

Up to that point, I loved writing poetry, even if it sucked pretty hard. *sigh*

These days I stick to prose and work stuff.

Worst thing a teacher said to me was "Don't expect an A just for sleeping with me."