SO / Should action against this teacher be taken

[Rizzae2]

When I was in 1st grade, I did not get done with my assignment during class before lunch. My teacher made me stay in while the class got to go eat lunch. Then when they came back, she made me get my lunch and eat it in the front of the class room. She moved me to the FRONT of the class room to eat.

Every since then, I eat slowly in front of people. She made me feel like a pig just by having the kids watch me eat.

I didn't tell my mom till 10+ years later. She asked why I didn't tell her then. Or else she would have done something about it.

So my thing for this thread is.. has a teacher emotionally disturbed you?

[JenniferH]

Yes. I was a head taller than any other Kindergartener. My teacher told me I couldn't sit next to her in the circle because that was reserved for the "cute little ones." She always made me stand in back even though I couldn't see and would point out that it was because I was so HUGE. I had never been self-conscious about my size before that.

She also made me and another Jennifer decide which one was going to be Jenny and which one Jennifer. Neither of us wanted to be Jenny. I remember standing there for what felt like hours in a stand-off with this other five-year-old arguing and crying about who would be Jenny from that day forward. We never really recovered our friendship after that day (she ended up being Jenny).

[ColleenF30]

I was constantly picked on in high school. I am talking abuse. In 9th grade someone wrote the words "fat cow" in a sharpie across the back of my jacket, and the science teacher saw it and friggin laughed. She said nothing to me.....she laughed. It still haunts me to this day.

[JudyJudyJudy]

These stories are so sad. :(

My fourth grade teacher picked on me all the time. No matter who did something I always got the blame. It got to a point where I'd start to think that maybe I was guilty (and I still blame myself to this day for things that really aren't my fault). She even put my desk into the closet a few times.

I was in my mid-20s when some of my friends told me how badly it bothered them that she treated me the way she did (I had never brought it up with any of them; they brought it up). One of my friends even joked that she looks for the woman crossing the street so that she can "accidentally" run over her.

It helped me to know that others realized that I was mistreated and to know that I indeed was not always in the wrong. I've actually googled the woman and have been tempted to contact her to get my feelings out.

[Babyhellfire]

She also made me and another Jennifer decide which one was going to be Jenny and which one Jennifer. Neither of us wanted to be Jenny. I remember standing there for what felt like hours in a stand-off with this other five-year-old arguing and crying about who would be Jenny from that day forward. We never really recovered our friendship after that day (she ended up being Jenny).
Oh - i remember I had a similar stand off in 1st grade over not being Angie.. luckily, that teacher was very cool stopped it , and we both were just Angela -Letter of last name-, But ,oddly I think the other Angela holds a weird grudge against me to this very day.


I went to jr high in what i still think is the worst school on the planet...
I had quite a few teachers who just plain didn't like my family(small town), and took it out on me(some even said as much,nice).

The worst wasn't actually a teacher it was the
... grr I forgot her stupid title, not the assistant principal, but similar

She used to actually follow me around to waiting for me to slip up-out of all the stupid kids in that school- .
She would come into my classes and check that my wardrobe STRICTLY adhered to dress code, and making me change if not.

She found out i had missed one of my teachers afterschool detentions (because I couldn't get a ride home ) and made it to where I almost got DOC over it!
...my parents had to come in and work that one out with the principal-and that poor teacher felt terrible like it was her fault.

She once went as far as "accidentally" mixing up my paperwork with my sisters(2 grades below me - (saying she is dyslexic?we never quite understood her excuse)
,and moving me to the learning disability class for history period-
it wasn't long before the teacher in that class was calling people wondering WTF was going on ,with me in that classroom.

Her crap was part of the reason my parents took me out of school.My sister and I were constantly walking on eggshells at that school just to go to class.

-ETA I thought of another- she wasn't near AS bad-and I think my mom ended up hating her more than I.

She was my 4th grade.She said something to my mother(during that 1st registration open house thing), to the effect of" being surprised I wasn't black with that last name,and how she had wanted black kids in her class"
..
my-interracial- cousin was also in her class,and she was apperantly "surprised" by that as well.. either way she gave us a noticeably harder time about everything.

Little nitpicky things, I was the only left handed kid in her class,and after realizing she couldn't FORCE me to write anything legible right handed she "let" me write left handed-BUT, still forced me to write in(around) my three ring binder(she wouldn't let me flip it) ,and she wrote nasty letters about the neatness of my cursive to my mother,basically irritated my letters always "slanted" so sloppily.
Our parents ended up requesting we switch classes less than half way through that year because of it...I am pretty sure she lost her teaching position not long after over similar behavior.

[Mobeanie]

My mom was very abusive to me growing up and she was pretty much an asshole to everyone else in life as well. For some reason the school adminstrators decided to go ahead and mess with me instead of being on my side. It was a private school so we had to wear uniforms. In third grade I took something down to the office for my teacher. The school secretary noticed my pants were a shade off of the blue they were supposed to be so she made me go in and ask Sister Alice if I was allowed to wear them. Of course the answer was no, so she made me call my mom, who got seriously pissed off and came to school and screamed at me, (the hell? I didn't buy them, she did) the principal, the secretary and my teacher. I swear I still hate that secretary woman to this day.

I used to get UTIs all the time so I had to go to the bathroom a lot. My 4th grade teacher read my dr's note OUT LOUD to the whole class. It said I should be able to go to the bathroom as needed and be allowed to have water at my desk. Then she said she was going to move my desk to the bathroom, where I could pee all day long and have a faucet right there to fill up my cup. She said it in front of the whole class. That was also the class that I got pushed off the balance beam and broke my arm. But it was standardized testing week so they wouldn't call my mom because I had to take the test. Finally I just sat there crying so my mom came and took me to the hospital. When I came back to school the next day in a cast it was jean day and I was in my uniform. I cried and cried because jean day was only once a year. It sucked. No one ever apologized for making me stay at school with a broken arm either.

Grade school was a living hell for me. There was always something going on. Either a teacher, my mom, some admin or the other kids. I was suicidal from 6 to 8th grade, I didn't eat, I weighed 60 pounds in 8th grade.

I still wonder why no one helped me, especially since it was a Catholic school and they were supposed to be all about being kind and helping others. I was just a target for everyone.

[leosmommy]

I will never forget my kindergarten teacher. She used to grab us by the face and squeeze hard everytime a small mistake was made. An especially punishable crime, not quite having your hand in the proper spot to say the pledge of allegiance or not getting all the words quite right. I remember having an upset stomach almost everyday at the beginning of class from worrying about if I would get it just right, or if she would grab my face again. Yuck, that has always stuck with me.

[BoobySnacks]

My 5th and 6th grade music teacher...Mr. Bradley, whatta bastard! We lived in a very small town and our classroom only had about 15 kids, which included 2 grades. It was a christmas concert thing and all of us were to have a part to sing by ourselves, just a little verse, but we had to raise our hand for the ones we wanted and sing them to him. I raised my hand to the first one and of course he let me sing and gave it to someone else. Every little verse after that, he gave it to another child until the very last one and of course I thought I was certainly get it..Once again, I sang and he gave it to another little girl who then had 2. I was the only one who didnt get to sing at the concert. I know, I know, maybe I sounded like shit, but who cares, I was a kid...all the kids sounds like kids. He always told me that my clothes looked like hand-me-downs and that I had HUGE feet. I would love to put my huge foot where the sun don't shine! He was so mean, I cant even remember all the terrible insults he fired off. I am sure I wasnt the only kid he was mean to..makes me wonder now. Oh yeah, he knew that we lived in a little trailer and always poked fun at me about that, really cruel remarks.

[JenniferH]

Oh - i remember I had a similar stand off in 1st grade over not being Angie.. luckily, that teacher was very cool stopped it , and we both were just Angela -Letter of last name-, But ,oddly I think the other Angela holds a weird grudge against me to this very day.
In our case, it was the teacher who refused to allow us to just be Jennifer T and Jennifer P. We would have been much happier with that. The teacher just stood over us and had us argue it out.

She was a new teacher the year I had her and I remember she didn't come back to school the next year. The rumor among the parents was that it was because she wore her skirts to short. I suspect that it was because I wasn't the only one who got treated like this (although at the time it felt like I was the only one).

[chinapiggy]

I have a few. In grade school, the lunch people would not let the whole cafeteria eat unless the whole lot of us were completely silent. We often only had 2 minutes to get our food and eat because they made us wait so long.

My art teacher pulled my arm and twisted it dropping me to the floor when I was in 2nd grade.

A black teacher did not like white kids at my school, especially me for some odd reason. We were supposed to get prizes depending on our grades. She gave me way less than I was supposed to have. I complained and got my fair share. Then we got to go to Chuck E cheese for being good all year. I was all scheduled to talk on the news about it because I was the best student. She stepped in and put one of her faves on the news. I still hate her. She was so mean to me. I was only in 2nd grade.

In third grade, we were having field day. I got pushed by a boy so I was crying and walking slow because I was in pain. The teacher got mad and yelled at me. I kept trying to walk faster. She got up, picked me up by my right arm (which has a cyst in the bony making it weak) and threw me against a fence.

In fifth grade, my teacher got mad at me and squeezes my arm until I fell to the floor. I was always made to feel it was my fault I was abused by them. My mom tried yelling, she got a few people fired. I think they just went to other schools though. I do not understand why she did not call CPS or something. She could have gotten the police involved.

It has affected me so much. My son was physically abused by his preschool teacher while I was working in the same building. I am so weary of teachers. Because of this, I question everything a teacher tells me about my son. I question it so much that I think they get annoyed. I just do not want him picked on by teachers.

Did I mention I was a straight A student who was very quiet and shy. I never had detention or got in trouble. I never talked back. I was gifted and got all my work done way before schedule. I was poor however and wore lousy clothes.

[Still_Tbog]

I am so sorry for all the crap you all dealt with. I had some mean teachers but nothing like all this. :(

[Joyto5]

These stories are so very sad! I'm sorry you were ever treated like people like that! The only teacher I remember being mean was my 3rd grade. She wouldn't allow me to have my class pictures because of a lost library book (Which I found 5 years later!) This is nothing compared to some of the crap you girls went through!

[pawprint]

This thread makes me so sad. I think I am going to make DH read it even though I can't post his reaction from home- just to remind him how powerful an impact a teacher can have.

[Mobeanie]

It's funny though, through all my scars from teachers, once thing that sticks with me was something a teacher did to another child. There was this kid named George who was scrawny, usually messy and was being raised by a single mom. This was a VERY BIG DEAL in the late 70's in my little Catholic school. It was a very wealthy school (my parents weren't wealthy, but they felt a Catholic education was important) in a snooty little town. It was like their good deed to take him into the school and they made sure his mom knew it. He got picked on constantly by the teachers and kids.

In third grade he came to school without his back pack. The teacher asked him where his homework was and he said that last night they had been evicted from their apartment and he wasn't able to grab all of his things so he didn't have it. The teacher pulled him in front of the class and lectured him about responsibility, how his school work was more important than anything and there was no excuse for not having his homework.

Even at age 9 I sat there thinking it was crazy and I was so sad for him. I remember thinking he left behind his clothes, his stuffed animals and his toys and this bitch was yelling at him about homework. I still can't believe he wasn't met with compassion from an adult.

[haleysmom]

I had a teacher that used to make fun of me in front of the whole class for being underweight. My friends used to put up their finger in front of their face and say "Jenn, where'd you go??"

One day... my teacher did it in front of the whole class.

I used to cry all the time when I was younger because I couldn't gain weight and was teased a lot for it. Teachers were supposed to be the ones to stop the teasing.

[Rizzae2]

This thread makes me so sad. I think I am going to make DH read it even though I can't post his reaction from home- just to remind him how powerful an impact a teacher can have.

they do, and they don't realize it. All this reminds me of the movie Mr. Woodcock.

great movie by the way..