I hated my form tutor in secondary school who we had for 2yrs. She was also my RE teacher and started off as one my favourite teachers - so funny and laid back. Then she became our form teacher and suddenly turned vile.
Every registration would be the same "oh great, I'm now going to be late to my *insert some appointment* tonight because *insert name* can't keep quiet" and the whole class would have detention every single day.
She also had asthma and used to have "asthma attacks" during form. No-one ever believed they were real so all the boys would spray the room with deodorant before she got there in the hope it would cause her to have an asthma attack. Every now and again it would cause her to have one of these "asthma attacks" and everyone would just sit there laughing.
She was also fat and would often run down the corrider with the fakest limp I have ever seen and shout "move out the way injured teacher coming through". I absoutely hated her by the end. Every little thing she did drove me crazy
Where on earth is this school?, it sounds more like an open prison
A deprived area in the North East of England full of scruffs, drug addicts and chavs. Most people appear to be set in their ways and happy, and I could easily have been on of them coz I do love arsing about but I wasn't happy that way, I decided I wanted to try and create a better life for me and my son.
We also had our History teacher leave half way through the year and ended up having these two substitute teachers. One was Mrs Simpson so everyone would call her Marge etc. She used to make us line up outside the class until we were quiet and then we had to walk inside in silence. If someone made a noise we all had to go back outside, line up and then try again. It amazed me how she didn't realise people were purposely making a noise so that we all got sent outside again rather than do any work.
The other substitute was some old guy who used to really try hard and bring in "props" but he just wasn't teacher material, he was too much of a pushover to handle teenagers. He had a lazy eye and so whenever he told anyone off people would say things like "are you talking to me because your one eye is looking at me and the other is looking at him" and then the whole class would gradually join in saying "Who? Me?".
The ones that stick out are a French, who was French, teacher who humiliated me by making me stand up and say I was stupid in front of the whole class. I was new and still catching up,. I am anything but stupid. For some reason she didn't like me. A few months later she accused me of getting my mother to do my homework. My mother speaks good German but her knowledge of French was minimal, so told her she didn't. She soon shut up! She also put me off going to France and I had a mild form of Xenophobia about the French for a while. This was the time when the French were doing blockades at the borders.
At the same school, one of the games teachers was a sadist. It was how she said things, not the actual instruction that annoyed me. I am not a natual sportsperson and games was my worst subject. Because of this I got picked on more. I have a hatred of doing sport or going to gyms because of this, so they could be partially blamed for older people being obese, I am sure a lot of people are still haunted by school memories when they think about gyms and sports centres. This teacher died in a plane crash not long after I left school, so thankfully she didn't upset many more children after me.
Also, at the same school, you had to use a fountain pen, not Biros, to write with. Usually, you went to the ink pot and refilled your pen without having to ask. The assistant head, who was a total power crazy nutter, humiliated me in front of the class by saying loudly you have to ask to go and fill your pen. This was news to me and totally unnecessary to be quite so nasty about someone going about their normal business.
One teacher made me laugh when she told me off for being inside during lunchtime, as she had squint eyes, and looking to the left of me, and it took all my effort not to burst out laughing.
One teacher who thankfully didn't teach me was horrible. We were being streamed for a subject and I prayed I wouldn't get her. I got the nice teacher and did well.
Not horrible teachers but I have had two bad accountancy teachers in my time. I am surprised I passed the subject at college and uni.
We had a teacher who everyone disliked. She taught it and her classroom was in the newest school building so was ultra modern. One of the interior walls was made from glass and the other side of it was her office. She always had an assistant whos job it was to go round and sort out computers freezing and offer help to students. She was a lovely lady but the teacher would treat her awfully. The teacher was obese and would sit in her chair shouting orders to the assistant who would be running round trying to do all the work while the teacher shouted at her. I felt sorry for her as she treated her like a little child. You could tell the assistant secretly resented her!
One day we all found out that the teacher was allergic to perfume so before the lesson everyone put perfume on so the teacher had to stay in her office and watch us from behind the glass! She was a horrid teacher and loved giving detentions. Unfortunitely for her the school didnt permit after school detentions as the majority of the pupils travelled in from surrounding counties so it was unfair to expect their parents to get them if the missed the bus. She was limited to giving lunchtime detentions which wasnt enough for her. One girl misbehaved and as she lived in the same street as the teacher, the teacher told her she would do an after school detention at her house! The girl didnt but can you imagine a teacher even suggesting that?
Reading this has made me realise I've had it pretty good! Only left last year, but overall my teachers in school were pretty great. There were a few crappy ones though...
Miss Pitman taught welsh and she was a psycho. One minute she was all smiles and you could have a laugh with her, next minute she would go mental and shout at us for the most banal things.
One of my English teachers at A Level was absolutely hopeless. I stopped attending her lessons because I got absolutely nothing from them and English Literature as a subject has always come naturally to me. I get the impression she was less than impressed when I got an A* and did it without an ounce of her teaching/help. I got called into the head of English's office for this (she was also my other A Level English Lit teacher) and I told that I thought this teacher was entirely incompetent and that I wasn't the only one in the class that thought so. She then started practically teaching us both sides of the course to pick up the hopeless teacher's slack.
During GCSEs my French teacher seemed to have some sort of vendetta against me and singled me out all the time. She went crazy once when she imagined me rolling my eyes at her (which I didn't), ranting about my lack of commitment to my school work, how I never make any effort etc etc in front of everyone for a good ten minutes. I got an A at GCSE French and I'd say she was pretty shocked. She was going through a lot of personal stuff at the time, so attribute her behaviour to this, as when she then taught me AS level French the year after she was the nicest, loveliest teacher you could have.
Teachers attacking my work ethic was pretty common throughout secondary school actually and in some cases it was entirely justified, I wasn't keen on homework (who is?!) so would often not do it and just take the dressing down but I always came through at the end and got A*s and As. As far as I'm concerned they can't have a go when I'm making them look so good come results day
I remember having a maths teacher back in the early 80's.He was Irish,bad tempered ,hopeless and permantly drunk.I am convinced Father Jack was based on him.
Another thing which is uncomfortable looking back was when we had PE.
A couple of teachers who had nothing to do with the sports department would come down for "shower duty".This would involve standing and staring at everyone in the shower rooms to make sure everyone was having a shower.Mmmm.
In primary school we were all terrified of Mrs Exeley. When our teacher was off instead of getting a substitute they would send us in pairs to another class and when me and my friend were told we were going to Mrs Exeley's we cried. I can't remember what was so bad about her though.
In secondary school our maths teacher was a right prick. He wanted to be the cool teacher so he'd try and be everyone's mate by being totally inappropriate, talking about sex and swearing in front of us, chatting to us online on AIM and slagging off other students behind their backs. But he was also impressed by his own power (it was his first teaching job out of uni) so would go on power trips and lord it over us too. He was very confused and became a joke.
In university the worst one was my chemistry teacher. She was a real dragon, never smiled, ridiculed people if they couldn't answer a question and was generally a bitch.
It's no coincidence that maths was my worst grade at GCSE, and chemistry my worst A level. Having a good teacher is so important, or at least one who doesn't undermine your self confidence and make you feel like you're rubbish when you aren't.
I've had a few teachers who seemed ok but then appeared to completely lose it -
In primary school a female teacher was arrested for shoplifting.
In secondary school a male teacher was arrested after attempting to blackmail a major supermarket in the local area. He stated he would poison all the baby food unless they left him £10,000 by a bridge. We also had a male art teacher who used to smoke weed in the art room. I believe he is now living as a female in Thailand with a ladyboy.
A maths teacher I had in 2nd Year. She was in on maternity leave for our normal teacher and she was a horrible woman, she would shout at the whole class for no reason, if someone got a question wrong she would call them stupid and she would go on long rants about how we must all be only children because we were all pathetic, selfish little brats. We reported her twice to the Head Of Maths and it turns out other classes did the same. By far the funniest thing was when someone let off a stink bomb in the class and she started to lecture us on personal hygiene. She also once had a massive go at me because I had gotten my hair cut, I'd went for a slightly spikier style and she said it was 'too foxy' for me and 'not very Kevin at all'. A Lower Sixth student who was my sister's friend was in the room at the time and she was totally bemused. Strange woman
It came out a couple of years ago that my old IT teacher (nicest guy around, liked talking about the football etc) had been sleeping with 13 year old girls.
I can't remember bad teachers from my school days (though I must have had them as I went to a very rough school) but can remember the good ones which is a kind of triumph of good over evil.
I had a university lecturer who was awful though (actually had 2 really bad ones but the other was just rubbish at teaching rather than being a nutter). He had, among other weird obsessions, a germ phobia and wouldn't touch any thing in the room. He talked for ages about raw eggs and TB and anal sex :eek:. It was biochemistry so there was some relevance but it was still very odd. If we stood too near him he would have a fit.
A maths teacher I had in 2nd Year. She was in on maternity leave for our normal teacher and she was a horrible woman, she would shout at the whole class for no reason, if someone got a question wrong she would call them stupid and she would go on long rants about how we must all be only children because we were all pathetic, selfish little brats. We reported her twice to the Head Of Maths and it turns out other classes did the same. By far the funniest thing was when someone let off a stink bomb in the class and she started to lecture us on personal hygiene. She also once had a massive go at me because I had gotten my hair cut, I'd went for a slightly spikier style and she said it was 'too foxy' for me and 'not very Kevin at all'. A Lower Sixth student who was my sister's friend was in the room at the time and she was totally bemused. Strange woman
I had a maths teacher EXACTLY like that. Called us all those things and also sent somebody home for having their hair cut wrong...Think it's the same woman? :eek:
At primary school we had an old teacher who's method of teaching would have been more suitable at an army boot camp. (She seemed old at the time but I've seen her walking around town recently and she looks just as old now, 23 years later. If you did anything that she didn't like, she would put her face just a couple of inches from yours and shout at the top of her voice. How was an 8 year old supposed to react to that? She also used to humiliate people in front of the rest of the class. Basically bullying and giving the rest of the class ammunition for bullying. Her attitude was that innocent mistakes should be punished and ridiculed too. Even today I can't comprehend why someone who clearly had no tolerance of children and no clue how to teach, chose and succeeded in becoming a primary school teacher.
A few things I remember her doing...
I was walking towards and door and she was coming through the other way. She opened the door and gestured for me to walk though. When I did she grabbed me by the arm, pulled me to one side and screamed "How dare you push your way past me!!"
One boy in our class wore glasses for a while but after a visit to his optician was told he didn't have to wear them all the time. The next day he came to school without them. The first thing this teacher did was question him as to why he wasn't wearing his glasses. When he told her, she marched out of the classroom to phone his mum just to confirm he was telling the truth.
When we had snow, the other teachers on playground duty used to enjoy letter us make the most of it by building snowmen, having snowball fights etc. But this one teacher had one rule. Nobody is to touch the snow. Anyone caught touching it would be instantly sent inside.
Reading these posts has reminded me. My OH and I met at school and there was one teacher who used to ridicule and mock our childhood 'romance'. Even into 6th form she would still take delight in poking fun at us.
Some years later this teacher came into the shop where I was working at the time and we spoke briefly. She asked me where I was living and if I looked after myself. I replied that I looked after both of us, at which her eyes flitted to my ring finger and she asked who I had married. When I explained it was the young man I had been seeing at school she did not know where to look and I felt somehow vindicated.
We have a science teacher who was the hugest perv in the world - he used to wear velvet trousers and those jackets with patches on the elbows.
His wife must have been at good 20 years younger than him - very glamorous. He used to come and sit and watch us play tennis in our short PE skirts, rubbing his thighs in a most unhealthly manner
I have vague recollections that he had a discussion about bl*w j*bs with a bunch of 14/15 year olds (this was the late 1980s) instead of teaching the class.
There was another teacher, can't remember what she taught, but she used to choke you with the amount of perfume she put on. You could always tell where she had been and it wasn't pleasant......
and a Latin teacher who had only ever taught boys and thought the way to teach girls was to shout loudly at them and he used to get really in your face even if you had made an innocent mistake. We used to dread his lessons as he would always find someone to shout at, even though we were by and large well behaved.
I remember one lesson there was one girl who got really stuck on a translation that he had read over her shoulder, and he slapped his hand down on her desk repeatedly, shouting "no, no, no" and then proceeded to tell her she was stupid. Everyone else made a complaint to our Language Head and he had to stand up and apologise to the whole class.
We had a technology teacher who everyone hated. She just seemed to get off on disciplining people and for the most part they'd done nothing wrong. I stupidly took one of her subjects for GCSE (she taught a variety of technology based subjects) and it was a complete nightmare. I only took it because I thought it might be quite fun and would give me a bit of relief from my other subjects which were all academic (except for PE) but how wrong I was! I was one of the unfortunate ones who she took a dislike to and she was always nitpicking at everything I did and creating unnecessary obstacles for me all the time. When it came down to taking the exams she put me in to do the foundation tier which I was absolutely furious about as we both knew that I could do the theory work in my sleep! She just did it out of spite. :mad:
I had a art teacher that I heard was done for child porn. Also has a ICT teacher that one time stroked my hair....yeah bit disturbing.
You've just reminded me of a ICT teacher I had for about a year and a half at Secondary, He actually touched me up on quite a few occasions, He'd "Tickle" my back, and had "Nicknames" for me, He got off on calling me "Ruthie" and I hated being called that, I was just about at the point, were I was going to go to the head to complain about how uncomfortable he made me feel, then he left, so I didn't need to complain, he left very abruptly though, We didn't know he was leaving till the day he actually left, then we got a different ICT teacher who was amazing, one of two teachers I actually respected at Secondary.
I do wonder if someone else complained about him, or if he was found out somehow, mainly because of how swept under the carpet things were, the abrupt exit, and we didn't get answers as to why/where he was going IIRC.
There was a male geography teacher at my secondary school who was a complete pervert, he would spend the lessons he taught staring at girls, if they misbehaved he would make them sit either next to him at his desk or on a table opposite his desk so he could stare at them/touch them. When his daughter was a pupil there, he had sex with her best friend and she got pregnant as a result. I still have no idea how he wasn't sacked for that. All the pupils and teachers knew what he was like but he was kept on because he was a good teacher apparently. He's left now but I still see him around town and he gives me the creeps. I was at secondary school between 03-08 so it's not like it was decades ago where this thing was more accepted.
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Nah...it sounds like Jilly Cooper's Wicked.
Yes :mad::o
Every registration would be the same "oh great, I'm now going to be late to my *insert some appointment* tonight because *insert name* can't keep quiet" and the whole class would have detention every single day.
She also had asthma and used to have "asthma attacks" during form. No-one ever believed they were real so all the boys would spray the room with deodorant before she got there in the hope it would cause her to have an asthma attack. Every now and again it would cause her to have one of these "asthma attacks" and everyone would just sit there laughing.
She was also fat and would often run down the corrider with the fakest limp I have ever seen and shout "move out the way injured teacher coming through". I absoutely hated her by the end. Every little thing she did drove me crazy
A deprived area in the North East of England full of scruffs, drug addicts and chavs. Most people appear to be set in their ways and happy, and I could easily have been on of them coz I do love arsing about but I wasn't happy that way, I decided I wanted to try and create a better life for me and my son.
The other substitute was some old guy who used to really try hard and bring in "props" but he just wasn't teacher material, he was too much of a pushover to handle teenagers. He had a lazy eye and so whenever he told anyone off people would say things like "are you talking to me because your one eye is looking at me and the other is looking at him" and then the whole class would gradually join in saying "Who? Me?".
I was lucky and most were OK to me.
The ones that stick out are a French, who was French, teacher who humiliated me by making me stand up and say I was stupid in front of the whole class. I was new and still catching up,. I am anything but stupid. For some reason she didn't like me. A few months later she accused me of getting my mother to do my homework. My mother speaks good German but her knowledge of French was minimal, so told her she didn't. She soon shut up! She also put me off going to France and I had a mild form of Xenophobia about the French for a while. This was the time when the French were doing blockades at the borders.
At the same school, one of the games teachers was a sadist. It was how she said things, not the actual instruction that annoyed me. I am not a natual sportsperson and games was my worst subject. Because of this I got picked on more. I have a hatred of doing sport or going to gyms because of this, so they could be partially blamed for older people being obese, I am sure a lot of people are still haunted by school memories when they think about gyms and sports centres. This teacher died in a plane crash not long after I left school, so thankfully she didn't upset many more children after me.
Also, at the same school, you had to use a fountain pen, not Biros, to write with. Usually, you went to the ink pot and refilled your pen without having to ask. The assistant head, who was a total power crazy nutter, humiliated me in front of the class by saying loudly you have to ask to go and fill your pen. This was news to me and totally unnecessary to be quite so nasty about someone going about their normal business.
One teacher made me laugh when she told me off for being inside during lunchtime, as she had squint eyes, and looking to the left of me, and it took all my effort not to burst out laughing.
One teacher who thankfully didn't teach me was horrible. We were being streamed for a subject and I prayed I wouldn't get her. I got the nice teacher and did well.
Not horrible teachers but I have had two bad accountancy teachers in my time. I am surprised I passed the subject at college and uni.
One day we all found out that the teacher was allergic to perfume so before the lesson everyone put perfume on so the teacher had to stay in her office and watch us from behind the glass! She was a horrid teacher and loved giving detentions. Unfortunitely for her the school didnt permit after school detentions as the majority of the pupils travelled in from surrounding counties so it was unfair to expect their parents to get them if the missed the bus. She was limited to giving lunchtime detentions which wasnt enough for her. One girl misbehaved and as she lived in the same street as the teacher, the teacher told her she would do an after school detention at her house! The girl didnt but can you imagine a teacher even suggesting that?
Miss Pitman taught welsh and she was a psycho. One minute she was all smiles and you could have a laugh with her, next minute she would go mental and shout at us for the most banal things.
One of my English teachers at A Level was absolutely hopeless. I stopped attending her lessons because I got absolutely nothing from them and English Literature as a subject has always come naturally to me. I get the impression she was less than impressed when I got an A* and did it without an ounce of her teaching/help. I got called into the head of English's office for this (she was also my other A Level English Lit teacher) and I told that I thought this teacher was entirely incompetent and that I wasn't the only one in the class that thought so. She then started practically teaching us both sides of the course to pick up the hopeless teacher's slack.
During GCSEs my French teacher seemed to have some sort of vendetta against me and singled me out all the time. She went crazy once when she imagined me rolling my eyes at her (which I didn't), ranting about my lack of commitment to my school work, how I never make any effort etc etc in front of everyone for a good ten minutes. I got an A at GCSE French and I'd say she was pretty shocked. She was going through a lot of personal stuff at the time, so attribute her behaviour to this, as when she then taught me AS level French the year after she was the nicest, loveliest teacher you could have.
Teachers attacking my work ethic was pretty common throughout secondary school actually and in some cases it was entirely justified, I wasn't keen on homework (who is?!) so would often not do it and just take the dressing down but I always came through at the end and got A*s and As. As far as I'm concerned they can't have a go when I'm making them look so good come results day
In front of all the school Andrew was made to walk out in front of the whole school and the head berated him for 5 minutes.
Yowwww my toes curled for him as a 9 YO that must have been horrific, but I wonder if he ever did it again or maybe he went into banking.
I was also punched by a junior school teacher for asking for a pencil.
I am interested especially with the younsters;) on here that some of the recent behaviour still exhibited by teachers.
Another thing which is uncomfortable looking back was when we had PE.
A couple of teachers who had nothing to do with the sports department would come down for "shower duty".This would involve standing and staring at everyone in the shower rooms to make sure everyone was having a shower.Mmmm.
In secondary school our maths teacher was a right prick. He wanted to be the cool teacher so he'd try and be everyone's mate by being totally inappropriate, talking about sex and swearing in front of us, chatting to us online on AIM and slagging off other students behind their backs. But he was also impressed by his own power (it was his first teaching job out of uni) so would go on power trips and lord it over us too. He was very confused and became a joke.
In university the worst one was my chemistry teacher. She was a real dragon, never smiled, ridiculed people if they couldn't answer a question and was generally a bitch.
It's no coincidence that maths was my worst grade at GCSE, and chemistry my worst A level. Having a good teacher is so important, or at least one who doesn't undermine your self confidence and make you feel like you're rubbish when you aren't.
In primary school a female teacher was arrested for shoplifting.
In secondary school a male teacher was arrested after attempting to blackmail a major supermarket in the local area. He stated he would poison all the baby food unless they left him £10,000 by a bridge. We also had a male art teacher who used to smoke weed in the art room. I believe he is now living as a female in Thailand with a ladyboy.
I had a university lecturer who was awful though (actually had 2 really bad ones but the other was just rubbish at teaching rather than being a nutter). He had, among other weird obsessions, a germ phobia and wouldn't touch any thing in the room. He talked for ages about raw eggs and TB and anal sex :eek:. It was biochemistry so there was some relevance but it was still very odd. If we stood too near him he would have a fit.
I had a maths teacher EXACTLY like that. Called us all those things and also sent somebody home for having their hair cut wrong...Think it's the same woman? :eek:
A few things I remember her doing...
I was walking towards and door and she was coming through the other way. She opened the door and gestured for me to walk though. When I did she grabbed me by the arm, pulled me to one side and screamed "How dare you push your way past me!!"
One boy in our class wore glasses for a while but after a visit to his optician was told he didn't have to wear them all the time. The next day he came to school without them. The first thing this teacher did was question him as to why he wasn't wearing his glasses. When he told her, she marched out of the classroom to phone his mum just to confirm he was telling the truth.
When we had snow, the other teachers on playground duty used to enjoy letter us make the most of it by building snowmen, having snowball fights etc. But this one teacher had one rule. Nobody is to touch the snow. Anyone caught touching it would be instantly sent inside.
I've got plenty more stories too
Some years later this teacher came into the shop where I was working at the time and we spoke briefly. She asked me where I was living and if I looked after myself. I replied that I looked after both of us, at which her eyes flitted to my ring finger and she asked who I had married. When I explained it was the young man I had been seeing at school she did not know where to look and I felt somehow vindicated.
His wife must have been at good 20 years younger than him - very glamorous. He used to come and sit and watch us play tennis in our short PE skirts, rubbing his thighs in a most unhealthly manner
I have vague recollections that he had a discussion about bl*w j*bs with a bunch of 14/15 year olds (this was the late 1980s) instead of teaching the class.
There was another teacher, can't remember what she taught, but she used to choke you with the amount of perfume she put on. You could always tell where she had been and it wasn't pleasant......
and a Latin teacher who had only ever taught boys and thought the way to teach girls was to shout loudly at them and he used to get really in your face even if you had made an innocent mistake. We used to dread his lessons as he would always find someone to shout at, even though we were by and large well behaved.
I remember one lesson there was one girl who got really stuck on a translation that he had read over her shoulder, and he slapped his hand down on her desk repeatedly, shouting "no, no, no" and then proceeded to tell her she was stupid. Everyone else made a complaint to our Language Head and he had to stand up and apologise to the whole class.
That was the standard teachers uniform in the 1970s:eek:
You've just reminded me of a ICT teacher I had for about a year and a half at Secondary, He actually touched me up on quite a few occasions, He'd "Tickle" my back, and had "Nicknames" for me, He got off on calling me "Ruthie" and I hated being called that, I was just about at the point, were I was going to go to the head to complain about how uncomfortable he made me feel, then he left, so I didn't need to complain, he left very abruptly though, We didn't know he was leaving till the day he actually left, then we got a different ICT teacher who was amazing, one of two teachers I actually respected at Secondary.
I do wonder if someone else complained about him, or if he was found out somehow, mainly because of how swept under the carpet things were, the abrupt exit, and we didn't get answers as to why/where he was going IIRC.