My third grade teacher never let us go to the bathroom. Sh e said we were little adults and could go before school, at lunch, or after, just like people at work. Two boys wet themselves at their desks. One of the boys was the district school nurse's son. I bet that didn't go over so well.
2006-08-06 14:10:20 · 11 answers · asked by turtle girl 7 in Education & Reference ➔ Primary & Secondary Education
Yes, my brothers teacher said to the class,"You can all burn in hell!" .
2006-08-06 14:16:12 · answer #1 · answered by Japan_is_home 5 · 11⤊ 24⤋
I still remember Mr. O'Barron from the 4th or 5th grade. He was a portly man with a long grey beard. He had this VERY tough/strict air about him. I remember that he dismissed the TV Show Hunter as a cheap Dirty Harry knock off.
One time I was REALLY scared and embarrassed because we were suppposed to have book covers for all of our books. I didn't really have anything and I thought he would hand me my azz on a platter but instead he told me how to make them using paper bags from the grocery store. So I guess the whole 'can't judge a book by it's cover' thing is kinda true.
2006-08-06 15:05:24 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 9⤊ 9⤋
Yes, I went to this really diabolical Catholic school from 4th to 7th grade, so I had my share of child-hating teachers. They would say really horrible things that kids just should not hear. For example, in 6th grade, one teacher was teaching us the meaning of the word "bastard" as the child of a whore who was not married, and he was really going off on a judgmental rampage -- one girl was adopted and her natural mother was an unwed teen -- the girl got really upset and burst into tears. Stuff like that was always happening. It might explain in part why I am so evil today.
2006-08-06 19:35:57 · answer #3 · answered by NA 6 · 10⤊ 8⤋
Yes I once had a teacher who did not like Southerners in Columbus Georgia of all places. I know she did not because she told the class that, and said we were clod hoppers:)) who shouldn't be in school.
I think she really was a different culture and was shocked to learn her students were for the most part ahead of her in education.
She wa smarried to a military guy in Fort Benning Georgia and came to our town with her mind already made up as to how everyone was baised on media hype which was wrong.
It really was a disturbing class.
2006-08-06 14:21:02 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 10⤊ 8⤋
I went to a private Catholic school run by menopausal nuns, so most of my grade school teachers were quite frightful. I think the absolute worst of these was undoubtedly Sister Antonia. She was alternately sweet and sadistic (more commonly the latter), which for a 3rd grader is extremely confusing, to say nothing of deeply disturbing.
On the sweet side of the ledger, she would make a big show of commending you when you did something right. I recall her singling me out on several such occasions, dramatically reaching into her desk drawer to jot down an A+ in her little black book. Most terrifying of all, however (and yes, this is still the "sweet" side of the equation), was when she would isolate one student, who'd done particularly well on a test or something, for special attention. The scenario I am about to recount to you actually happened to me and, I hasten to add, traumatizes me to this day.
Sister Antonia would make her announcement as to which child had scored highest and had thus earned this very special "honour" -- and then the horror would begin... (I am NOT making this up, trust me; I couldn't even DREAM this **** up!)
She would dim the lights (or lower the shades) in the classroom and begin singing the old Frankie Valli hit "You're Just Too Good to Be True." Remember that one, kids? It was later featured in 'The Deer Hunter' and the chorus went like this:
"I love you, baby,
And if it's quite alright,
I need you, baby,
To warm a lonely night.
I love you, baby.
Trust in me when I say:
Oh, pretty baby,
Don't bring me down, I pray.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby.
Let me love you."
Okay, so you're thinking this is a terrible song and, more importantly, an entirely inappropriate number for a nun to be serenading an impressionable 8-year-old boy with, right? Oh, but I haven't even started yet... As she sang this nasty little ballad, she very slowly rose up from behind her desk and began sauntering over to me as I sat trembling at my desk, trying very hard to hide in plain sight. Then, as she continued singing (she sang the entire bloody song, unaccompanied, btw) she began running her fingers through my hair and otherwise carrying on like a saloon girl -- she was at least 50 years old and a flipping NUN, okay?!
Having already succeeded in embarrassing and otherwise tormenting me, she kind of sashayed her way back to her own desk again, and it was hoped that my personal nightmare had come to an end. Guess again! As she reached the "I love you, baby" chorus yet again, she motioned to me in a very, erm, seductive (?!) fashion and said in her dementedly dulcet tones -- I kid you not -- "Come, sit on my lap!" Okay, although I haven't yet alluded to any specific examples, her sadistic streak was a mile wide and well known to the whole sorry lot of us. It therefore goes without saying that when she said, "come," you came as fast as your hind legs could carry you.
So off I trudged, head hanging, quaking in my shoes, feeling the eyes of my mortified classmates burning into the back of my head (sympathetically, as others had faced this grim doom before). She patted her lap to signal it was showtime and I dutifully, if extremely reluctantly, complied. I shall say no more about it now. The horror... The horror...
Well, now that I've safely traumatized you as well as myself, I should just close by pointing out that Sister Antonia's sadistic side (what? that wasn't sadistic enough?!) was very cruel indeed. She simply delighted in tugging and twisting upon your ear until it quite literally felt it was going to be pulled clean off your head. She also went in big for the old yardstick (not a mere ruler for our Sister A.) rapping-of-the-hands routine, which she very clearly relished. I know this because she laughed like a hyena whenever she inflicted such damage on one of her long-suffering pupils. Oh yeah, she was DERANGED. Mercifully, I avoided this particular punishment more than most, but I think the "I love you, baby" thing more than compensated for that. *shudders*
2006-08-08 02:42:29 · answer #5 · answered by MacSteed 7 · 19⤊ 8⤋
Yes... and a few years later she had a nervous breakdown and had to take medical leave. It gives me the creeps just remembering her. Man was she MEAN!
2006-08-06 14:56:32 · answer #6 · answered by lechemomma 4 · 10⤊ 8⤋
I have had teachers who didn't care enough to teach children. However, the few great teachers I had overshadow those terrible teachers.
2006-08-07 01:55:19 · answer #7 · answered by happy_teaching_gal 3 · 9⤊ 9⤋
Same here my subsitute did not let me go and the kids didnot like that . she thought we were high school i was like hello we are in elementary school did you not read the school sign duh! i was mad
i am in 7th grade . that was in 5th grade. all i say is tell the principal and hope you get a great response. or tell your mother to tell the principal thats works too
2006-08-06 14:20:28 · answer #8 · answered by Emily F 5 · 9⤊ 9⤋
Yes, Her name was Mrs. Burton aka Buffalo Burton she didn't like kids WHY she went into the teaching profession is BEYOND me!
2006-08-06 14:16:42 · answer #9 · answered by Titzen_Ash_23 4 · 9⤊ 9⤋
Yeah! My chemical teacher. He hit me and hate me coz i fight him hehehehhe.
2006-08-06 14:23:29 · answer #10 · answered by sunnyocean 1 · 9⤊ 9⤋
Jessie Beeson. She's dead now, the crazy *****!
2006-08-06 15:25:28 · answer #11 · answered by Anonymous · 9⤊ 9⤋