Hey Pandas, What Was The Worst Teacher Incident You Have Ever Had? (Closed)

HEE HOO I FINALLY GET TO SAY IT WHEEE In a world language class that I was taking, we (the class) was doing pen pals to people who speak the language we were learning. I am FTM trans, and at the time I hadn't transitioned yet and was still using multiple pronouns. I asked for a male pen pal and received a female pen pal. I asked the teacher "hey, y'know, i asked for a male pen pal, why did i get a female pen pal" along that lines. The teacher responds with "idk that's how the other professor decided to do this." so I'm like "ah ok whatever" ANYWAY later in the class my teacher comes up to me and is just like "ArE yOu TrAnSgEnDeR?" and I'm like "um nooo?" (ah past me was dumb) and she's like "Ik you use multiple pronouns but are you transgender? I don't wanna be misrepresenting of you, if this is a problem let me know!!" and like super super worried. I dunno it's just something I laugh about now because funny.

One of my science teachers made a 'That's what she said' joke in front of 27 6th graders. So that was fun . . .

In fifth grade, my teacher yelled at me at the beginning of class. It was right after the bell and she slammed the door going off on me. I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong. I thought it might be because I brushed someone off from talking (we had a class later and I said I'd talk to him then and he was fine with that). My confusion must have been apparent because she also yelled at me about I know what I did (I didn't).

My mom called to find out what happened, and I coughed. A child with well-documented allergies coughed and she went off because she had told the class to be quiet.

My English teacher ( I live in Belgium so she’s not a “native speaker “ like I am ) once wrote a mistake on the blackboard & I corrected her. She called me up front, handed me her piece of chalk & said: “ OK, you obviously know it better than I do so why don’t you teach class, then?”

In my 7th Grade art class, we were assigned to do a pencil sketch of what we could see from a window in our house. Any window we wanted. I went home the night and drew what I could see out the back sliding glass door (looked out into the backyard). The next day in class the teacher yelled at me, tore up my picture, threw it to the floor, and stomped on it, all the while saying, "The instructions were out a window!"

When I was in 6th grade I think in art class, my teacher was kinda mean and very strict. That day we were learning cursive for some reason..and I drew the letter K I think and I said I was so bad and that it looked like a b******e. She got mad called me up there gave me a stern talking and then I said well it does. Then she old my teacher who could care less😂

My awful band teacher decided to demonstrate how to play quarter notes and said, "Quarter notes are longggg, you really have to feel them." Then awkwardly started grunting and said, "I should probably stop teaching health class, this is band!" And everyone silently died inside.

HAHA I FINALLY GET TO SAY THIS!!! So in like, kindergarten, we were doing a lesson on the ocean or something (it was kindergarten ok I don’t remember much) and the teacher said dolphins were fish. I said actually they’re marine mammals like any self-respecting smart-a*s. I got a note sent home and lecture from my mom about how you just can’t argue with stupid, and how I should ignore her in the future. She got humiliated by a five year old.

Also, more serious, when I was I preschool, it was nap time (ah the good ol’ days 🥲) and I wouldn’t go to sleep, so the lady in charge slapped me in the face, shoved my comfort object- a yellow rag/stuffed duck thing- in my mouth when I started crying. Later, my mom was trying to put me down for another nap and I refused. She asked me why, and I said something along the lines of ‘she hit me and shoved my ducky in my mouth when I cried.’ My mom went full momma bear and called the principal… who had the audacity to say that I probably misunderstood and the lady had actually patted me or something.

I did not go back to that preschool.

In 1973 I was a high school senior. I was listening but doodling in a notebook while our history teacher was walking around the room, lecturing. He walked by and gently slid the notebook out from under my pen and set it on his desk, still talking. This notebook was not only for taking class note, but it was also a personal journal of sorts. Bell rang, and I saw him glaring down the aisle at me, his fist on top of the notebook. I walked by and slid it out from under his hand.
He yelled "No!" and held on to the spiral spine, then this odd but grown-a** man JUMPED ON MY BACK, muttering "Give it!" and trying to wrestle it out of my grip! The other students just walked around us. I finally shook him off and ran to my next class. The wire from the spine had cut my arm, and I was bleeding a little.
These days I would have gone immediately to the office, and probably called the police and DCS. But during my next class I was called to the office and told I was the bad guy! I was like "He jumped on my back!!"
I refused to participate in his class from then on. I sat, arms folded, and didn't turn in any more work. He flunked me but I didn't care.
He didn't return to teach the next year.

Caught her in bed with my dad

I’m homeschooled