Back in the fourth grade, I had this mean teacher who loved to punish us kids. One day, some of the students in class were a bit too loud, so she kept us in during lunch. We usually had lunch at around 12:35 (which is already pretty late), but she kept us in until 1:20. This one boy had to use it, but she didn't let him. So he ended up using it on himself. At first, no one noticed. But then we heard crying from the back, and saw what happened. Our teacher approached him and basically said "You're crying for no reason whatsoever. You stunk up the whole classroom! Now we have to waste cleaning materials because you couldn't hold it in!"

Same troper above: I had a crush on the teacher next door, and she knew it. Well, not the full details, just that I liked the next-door lady better than her (for good reason). So everytime I had to present something, she'd waste her (object of my attraction) time inviting her to my classroom, knowing I had Stage Fright, especially around her. If someone tried to tell her it was a waste of time, she would yell at them to shut up. Then one day after school, she actually made me stay in her classroom to have a little chat. She said, "You don't like me as much as you like that lady. Well, she's not your teacher, I am. Why can't you learn to like me? Is it because I'm bald? I really can't help it. I know you like her better than me."

This troper (Pisceiya) had a great year in first grade, and thus went into second grade the way you would expect a young child to. Then came a certain teacher who will remain nameless. She was the most apathetic and child-incompatible teacher I have ever seen, and spent the time she wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs sitting at her desk and outright ignoring us. She expected everything to be "right" and would not accept anything other than the "right" answer (even in things with no exact answer - there was a question that asked how many lines could fit in a circle. Being a rather bright child, I put down "infinity", which was marked wrong even though there is no upper limit to the actual amount of lines that can fit), something you wouldn't exactly expect from someone who teaches seven- or eight-year-olds. She couldn't even ''teach'', as she was too busy screaming, and we ended up leaving far behind schedule - my first division problem ever was seen several seconds before the end of the final day of school. In accordance with Finagle's Law, the other students chose that year to begin harassing me. That is not hyperbole, what they did was no less than harassment. If I wanted a drink of water, the ringleaders would follow me out into the hallway to abuse me verbally, emotionally, and (quite a few times actually) physically, sometimes in plain view of the teacher. They would always sit right next to or across from me in the lunchroom, and if I tried to switch tables they would follow me. As far as I know, that is not normal elementary-school teasing. And what did she do? She just continued to ignore the blatantly obvious problem, even seating me at the same table as the ringleaders for the entire year. As some sort of "calming influence" or some bullshit like that. In fact, they could be doing their cruel little kid thing and I would be rubbing my pencils together (I have ADD and it was undiagnosed at this point - I needed to do something with my hands to focus) and she would chew me out for the pencils while utterly ignoring them. That exact scenario actually happened once. When I finally developed the nerve to tell the teacher (the ringleaders followed me up there, of course), she just listened to my very real complaints and made me go back to my seat without even acknowledging anything I said, plus some other punishment (it's been a long time and I don't even remember what it was). It got so bad I eventually began wishing for psychic powers so I could kill them in the cruelest way possible. ''In second grade.'' I was saddled with then-minor mental problems that eventually developed into full-blown depression, plus a deeply-ingrained belief that humans are ugly, weak, insane, moronic bastards who will not hesitate to kill their own kind en masse for personal gain. (Overreaction, I know.) Also, I eventually developed homicidal urges. That's right, ''this teacher managed to turn me into a potential murderer.'' Of course, that wasn't the end of that...

Then there was my sixth grade World Cultures teacher, who will also remain namele -- actually, this one doesn't even deserve to be anonymous. Her name was Mrs. Trageser. She did not deserve to work with kids. She was completely incapable of controlling the class and basically believed the best way to get a group of children to be quiet is to be louder than them, plus make them think she is an asshole with anger-management problems. She kept us in for lunch practically every day and spent the time screaming at us about how pathetic we are and how we would never succeed because around three quarters of the class was talking while she was teaching (I was too withdrawn to talk to anyone even then, so I wasn't part of that). She made everyone type a three-page, single-spaced paper about how "sorry" we were about daring to speak during her class in one night, and graded it. In sixth grade. In a social studies class. Thankfully, halfway through the year she was fired and replaced with a much better teacher who kind of reminded me of my brilliant snark of an uncle.

A rare subversion: My middle-school chorus teacher utterly despised the baritone section (for good reason, the slackers), enjoyed throwing things at people (he once even threw a stapler at a particularly annoying student), screamed at us for our incompetence, and one year he carried a rubber band ball with him practically everywhere to throw it at people who annoyed him, but that was why we loved him. And if you've read my entire rant thus far, have a cookie and go look at some other tragic childhood stories.

This troper has a friend who is a flaming homosexual, and proud of it. I was always okay with this, being raised to accept other peoples concepts, and he never had any problems from the people at school until about half way through sophomore year. His English II teacher was a HUGE Conservative, to the point where instead of teaching, he would stand in front of the class and shout about how 9/11 is still the worlds biggest tragedy and how we need to wipe all Muslims from the world. For the first 2 quarters, said homosexual friend would appear at lunch every day being a little bit more emotionally unstable. On the final day of the last quarter, he appeared at lunch with both his eyes blacked, and his nose was bleeding horribly. Apparently, the teacher asked him to stay after class to discuss some missing homework in which two Jerk Jocks came in and "beat the sinful gay" out of him while the teacher pretended to do something else on his computer. Upon further reflection, this might not be a Sadist Teacher so much as complete monster.

That sounds less like a SadistTeacher and more like a KnightTemplar.

This troper is a conservative and would like to punch the crap out of said teacher.

This troper is also a conservative and agrees with above troper.

This Troper is also relatively conservative and would like to beat the living shit out of said teacher than put him in a soundproofed room with a group homosexual jocks and lock the door, recording the incident for leisurely recollection.

This troper had an english teacher who wasn't overtly sadistic, just unanimously hated by all who were taught by him, mostly because, while he was clever, he was s**t teacher and didn't care about anyone else's opinions. In one notable incident, this troper was basically doing the work for another person in a poem analysis (as the other person had music lessons during the lesson, this troper doesn't blame her) and she had handed in a homework with references that were good but this troper had already made in his own piece, and the dick teacher in question handed the work for this troper to add to his presentation, telling this troper to stop complaining when this troper pointed this out. This troper who normally abides by the rules because he thinks breaking them requires too much effort, spent the entire last lesson of term audibly whistling Benny Hill music while the teacher tried to teach. He is also doing English next year and if he gets the same teacher, intends to say, "Oh not you again!"

Unfortunately, I'll have to reveal my name for this to work, Larry, I absolutely HATE being called Michael and have gotten in trouble bcuz of it. In 8th grade, my P.E. teacher was a real hardass when it came to treating his pupils. If you had a question, he yelled at you. If you wanted to stop, you were given extra crap to do. If you fainted (like one student did), he LAUGHED. The principal didn't care and most of his students were too scared to complain about it. So, one day, he was being particularly hellish at the students and I was wanting to stop and he said to the whole class "Michael is a wimp." I walked up to him and said "Come on, (I forget his name), we're all tired." Then he mocked me allthewhile using Michael and I was getting angry. He was saying in a falsetto voice "Michael is a girl" and I punched his lights out and went back to the locker room. 10 minutes later, he came in and apologized to me for being so mean. He never brought it up again and called me by Larry for the rest of the year.

Wow, you punched a teacher in the face who was just doing his job, and the worst thing he had ever done was call you a very mild insult and mis pronounce your name? You sound like a douche. If you punch a teacher in the face you should be expelled.

In what world is working kids until they ''faint'' is part of a PE teacher's job?

Above troper again. I remember a case where my English teacher threw books at my class and onetime, threw a model of a world at me because I dropped a pencil on the floor. The model shattered on the floor and the teacher from the next room came in and I got in trouble for breaking the model even though I had nothing to do with it.

Wait, wait... you punched out the SadistTeacher ''and got away with it?!?'' The first tale really belongs on a different page!

This troper is having a really hard time believing this. Punching a teacher is a FELONY, and your teacher wasn't really doing anything so bad that you needed to punch him.

Same here. I call trolling. There's no way this is realistic.

Original troper here. Well, combine the fact that this troper has anger issues that were known by the faculty, I absolutely despise people calling me by that name so much that punching people out that call me by that name was normal habit, the fact that the teacher had a reputation for being a sadist prick even with the principals, and no charges were really brought against me for this. Trust me guys, right now, I have learned to control my anger a lot better.

Wow... you're dangerous. You punched a faculty member. Your school isn't anywhere strict enough. I too had anger issues, beating up other kids at the slightest provocation, but I never punched a teacher for mis pronouncing my name. Seriously, whatever school you went to, far from having a SadistTeacher, was the most lenient in the world.

Okay fellow tropers, chill out on the guy. The guy was a complete ass, as evidenced from the examples he provided, and a horrible teacher. Maybe punching him out wasn't the best thing to do, but it's better than letting a mean, bad teacher mock middle schoolers.

this troper has had a wierd case, part subverted half normal. the teacher was nice (movies and games and crap sometimes if we were done, but had 2 rules, if any question for any reason the whole work is not done at all(and if you had 3 missed within a week you get one day of detention) of and i mean ANY REASON, even if its her fault) but again she was nice, just blind to her own strictness.

Me again. I read a lot of the ones here and hope you realise the principal is not the last word: go to Board of Ed; if that fails go to fucking court (if the teacher breaks a law).

This troper has colostomy stoma. He has a very harsh PE teacher. One day, he was playing cricket. When he was batting, the cricket ball hit the protective covering, knocking it off, and he fell backwards and landed on his front, right into a bunch of stones. The bag was clearly damaged, and a few drops of blood could be seen dripping out underneath it. Despite this troper, and about five of his classmates, telling the PE teacher he needed help, he had to sit there and wait for the bell to go. Ten long minutes later, you could almost see that the stoma was swollen. This troper ran to the nurse, who called his parents, said parents taking him to the hospital. Nothing serious, I just needed a few stitches done. The teacher was written up for that. Apparently this isn't the first time: I've heard stories of children having ''twisted ankles'' and not being allowed to leave. Oh, and he yells at you if you have even the slightest objection to anything he says. Need water? Nope! Feeling sick? Nope! Have an appointment with a strict deadline? Nope! A mandatory music lesson? ''No way in hell!'' (as said by another classmate).

You fell backwards onto your front? So you're a gymnast with a colostomy stoma? Hey, nice going, man!

I ''think'' the troper means he tilted backwards, tried to maintain balance, failed, and fell onto his front.

This Troper's mom tutors kids that go to a private Episcopal school, so she can talk all day about how bad these teachers are.

One student my mom tutored could work out problems just fine if she whispered her way through them. When my mom sent a note with her about it, the teacher TORE IT UP AND DUCT TAPED HER MOUTH SHUT. I am not making this up.

One student was failed on a paper for making "one" mistake on a problem. What did the paper say? "This negative sign is not big enough." Interestingly enough, students who got A's and B's in every other grade got D's and F's in that class...

There is a math teacher that doesn't even teach. NoReally. She hands them a worksheet and tells them to fu** off. She yells at any student who asks a question, mainly because she doesn't KNOW THE MATERIAL HERSELF. They have a test the next day. Complaining gets nothing done.

This troper's '''fourth grade teacher''' ripped up his handwritten book essay on The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe in front of his face because he hadn't given the essay a title. He took down a 0 out of 50 because the project was due that day and he wasn't able to rehandwrite it until two days later. Someone care to top that?

I'll top it. My forth grade teacher screamed in my face, screamed in my ears, said I would fail, insulted me, messed up my work, punished me for things everyone else did, wouldn't let me go to the toilet, and was an all-around bitch. She played Halo 2 on XBL as well, so she fit right in there.

My sixth grade teacher did this to somebody who wrote a book report on Firestarter by Stephen King, and said that she would do this to ANYONE who did any more book reports on Stephen King books.

I'll top that. My teacher had noticed I was having trouble making friends, and that I was unpopular. So, she gathered the class around as if for reading time (we sit on the ground, she sits in her wooden chair) and I take my usual spot front and center. She takes out a paper plate and a pen, and says, "I want everyone to tell me everything bad they can think of about Lauren [my name]." I don't know how many kids raised their hands, since I was in front, but she wrote small and filled the plate. She then flipped the plate over and asked for all the good things. One. Kid. Raised her hand. (She was my best friend, though I'm not sure if I was hers. She was nice to everyone.) Teacher then proceeds to turn the plate back over and say, in front of the entire class, "This is what I'm going to have to tell your parents next week [during parent-teacher conferences] if you don't shape up." When I tried to tell my dad, he stopped me before I could get to the singling out ("Mrs. [Name] was being mean to me--") and said I was overreacting, my Mom didn't believe me. I assumed that if they didn't, no one else would. What makes this worse? I was ''six''.

This troper's 8th grade teacher failed a twelve page essay on C.S. Lewis that had countless hours sunk into it. The paper had more than the average number of information sources, was well presented, well written (according to later teachers), and was basically this troper's masterpiece. Why did she give it a failing grade? Because it was typed. That's it. She didn't even say we couldn't type it.

This Troper's former geography teacher was one mean bitch. In the first day, she came to the class 10 minutes before the bell rang, and gave detention to all of the students that came 'late'. And that's only the tip of the iceberg...

This troper in 7th grade had a social sciences teacher who used to give assign quarterly reports on various countries. Grading was done not based on quality of work, but on quantity.. Five handwritten pages were worthy of a C, six handwritten pages were a C+ , and so on.Dutifully, this troper did his first report on France, but since he has such bad handwriting, he wrote the report on his C-64 computer. The report printed out at 5 pages. Single Spaced. Sadistic teacher gave him a C+ for his efforts. It was later revealed that said teach had accused tropers mother (also a teacher) of writing the report for him. Needless to say, troper did not give a crap about the class after that 1st quarter.

Same troper as above had a 6th grade math teacher who did not care for the class he was teaching, so for half the year he placed 8 long multiplication problems on the board (2454 * 3211). Every day. Mercifully he switched it up after Christmas break. He then put 8 long division questions on the board instead for the 2nd half of the year.

812274. This troper really, really likes Math.

7879794.

Subverted thrice in the same year for this troper. The year before, my sister had a science teacher. She was a tall, dark-haired dame by the name of Ms. Novak. My sister HATED her because she teased her a lot. Not in the brutal ways of the others on the page, but still, she teased her. Anyway, the next year I had her, too. I was surprised to find out that Ms. Novak actually adored my sister, and any and all teasing was good natured. Throughout the year, we teased each other, and she became one of my family's favorite teachers. The REAL sadist was my sisters math teacher, a short man of the name of Mr. Giordano, whom everyone loathed. Fortunately, I did not have him.

The second subversion was my band teacher, a balding, tough looking guy named Mr. Leone. We were on very good terms, and frequently chatted. However, he was a strict teacher. When we messed up our scales on trumpet, he would give very calm speeches on how we were really doing lousy on trumpet. It made me want to slit my wrists every time he guilt tripped us, and it was no help that I was arguably the worst in the group. I quit trumpet.

The third and final one is my Home Ec teacher, a tall brunette by the name of Ms. Rivlin. She had a reputation for having some impressive vocal cords on her. So I was a bit nervous. But my sister had her and said she was OK. So I went in and found she was tough on a few students, but most definately not on me. Home Ec became my favorite subject, and I cannot praise Ms. Rivlin highly enough.

This editor's father had a teacher who once threw him by his hair. Another teacher was schizophrenic, and he blackmailed a third so that he could stay home altogether. Needless to say, he skipped more days of school than any other graduate in the history of said school.

This teacher is one of the worst on the page. The IB English teacher in my boarding school is an unforgiving control-freak who is feared by both students and faculty. He is extremely charismatic - last year he held a speech about how disappointed he was with his students, and by the end they all were in tears. He has total power over his class. When someone makes the tiniest mistake, this teacher will mock the victim and make everyone laugh at him. His favorite victim is an airheaded girl in the other class who is usually sobbing afterwards. However, he did something I will never forget: I was new in the school and became sleepy during a double period. I closed my eyes for a moment - this made the teacher violently smash a book over my head and insult me in front of my classmates for almost a hour. But it didn't end there. When I went back to my boarding home in the afternoon, I was jumped by two seniors who beat the shit out of me. I later learned that the English teacher, who also teaches these guys, had ''told them to assault me''.

Ironically, this bastard is the most respected and one of the best teachers in the school. In Swedish boarding schools we live in homes, sort of like in England. The seniors are at the top of the student hierarchy, both for guys and girls, and have the power to punish younger students.

I'm so sorry but isn't physical assult a criminal offence?

Only if the other students aren't too scared to testify against him.

This troper's Politics teacher is a shouty, sociopathic, sadistic, bullying obsessive-compulsive wreck who seems to hate himself for dating a fat girl and losing his hair. Ironically, I actually quite like him...

This editor's mother had a PE teacher who forced a girl to participate in the vaulting horse exercise... ''when the child had a broken wrist.''

This troper had a P.E. teacher who forced her to go on the trampoline with a broken wrist - which was not in a cast. When the doctor at the hospital heard about it he just about had a fit, and when this troper's mother wrote a note to the teacher saying that she was annoyed that her daughter (me) had had to go on the trampoline, the teacher called troper into her office and proceeded to shout at her and say "If you want to go on the trampoline, who am I to stop you?" Never mind that she was the teacher, never mind that troper did not know what was in the note and did NOT want to go on the trampoline, she was just scared of the teacher. And she used to tell us all repeatedly how she had saved a boy's life. Oh boy. I had her for two years, and I am SO glad that I have a normal teacher who likes me this year. Apparently I remind her of her daughter, which is sweet.

This troper's 10th grade language arts teacher is referred to as "insane" by all the students and most of the faculty. She mocks kids in the middle of class, never gives more than a 65% on any essay at all, and has reduced several people to tears in class, then laughed at them. She also makes projector slides out of the worst essays from every class and shows them to everyone, writing the student's name on the paper in bright red marker in visible places. Nobody has gotten an A in her class for 13 years, and all the other teachers say that if you can even pass her class, you'll make it through the rest of the year no problem. The school does nothing about it because she's worked there for so long, and actually accuses many students of either lying or whining. Yeah, the principal sucks too.

This troper thinks he has the same teacher. Said teacher managed to twist a comment supporting a character in a book into a shot at Martin Luther King. Even his classmates don't know how she did it.

Because of the time she was there? Are you sure it wasn't because of a union?

Having both parents teaching (primary school), I can say that "time" is a factor. If a principal let a teacher go wild for some year, it's safer for him to pretend all is fine, other that having to justify the previous lack of control.

This editor voluntarily finished a class in summer school to get away from a certain teacher, who was known as the resident psycho by both students and faculty, after sitting through class took on the feeling of sitting in the middle of a shooting range due to his outbursts and tendency to throw books/chairs/etc. Some students were regularly reduced to tears and all learned to duck ''fast''. Despite telling the guidance counsellor that the reason for leaving was a fear for personal safety, the matter was not addressed until two years after this editor graduated when the teacher was forced out after starting a fist fight with a student during class. However one wonders if that would have happened even then had the fight not spilled into the hall, making witnesses of other teachers. Freaking tenure.

This troper had a high school photography teacher who embezzled senior dues money from the students, then had the gall to fail many students (including this one) when their photographs would not develop due to expired and endlessly reused chemicals, which she would not replace, instead simply keeping the money she received from the state to do so. There was a happy ending, though: the teacher was arrested halfway through the year and wound up spending six months in jail.

This troper could tell stories about his French class teacher's sadistic outbursts, but fears he would smash his computer in rage halfway through them.

This troper heard of a French teacher at her school who made a fantastic impression on the faculty and students when she was trying out for the role, but who, her first day in the job, was so insulting and cruel to the all-girls' class that the students actually scooched their desks forward to barricade her in the front of the classroom.

This troper had a sixth grade math teacher that seemed to have it in for him for some reason. He repeatedly held up this troper's work as a bad example to the rest of the class, and was in general every stereotype of a Nazi math teacher you could imagine (he even taught the class GERMAN PHRASES ''''!) Then this troper heard a campaign commercial about city council or some such position where the opposition apparently supported a "child molester teacher". The name sounded familiar, so this troper did his research and found out said teacher had been arrested for improperly touching young girls. The scariest part? This troper's sister was due to have him as a teacher before we moved to a different district (before he was ever arrested).

Another real world example: Carl Gauss's teacher was described as this in most sources.

This editor offers a real-life ''subversion'': An art history professor who one day noticed him falling asleep in class and awakened him by pounding on the desk with a rock he had brought in for the day's lesson and shouting "Mooney! Wake up!" A week or two later, the class period was spend watching and interpreting Akira Kurosawa's ''Dreams'', which somehow erased any misgivings about the man.

This editor also had a subversion in primary school, with a teacher whom everyone under eleven was utterly terrified of because he seemed to be the most evil teacher imaginable. Not only did he turn out to be quite a nice guy, but he was also one of the best teachers this editor has ever had.

A frequent subversion of this trope in RealLife seems to occur, in this editor's experience, with teachers encountered at different ages. A teacher who is strict with a class of younger students might turn out to be great when he's dealing with older students who actually ''chose'' to take the subject he teaches and to whom he can relate better. This happened to this editor with a maths teacher who everyone hated in secondary school, but who was great once you reached 6th Form and he could finally talk about calculus and such.

Oddly enough, this troper seems to do best with the 'scary' teachers. Possibly because she made extremely mature conversation at a young age, the strictest teachers were often the ones she made friends with.

This troper had this subverted, when the very scary looking gym teacher (bald, muscular, tall, and the eyes. The eyes), who's baldness is apparently by drug usage. No, he is really nice with cool sense of humor. Just don't get caught smoking by him. The drug thing is hearsay, so take it with a grain of salt.

This troper's fourth-grade teacher wasn't so much sadistic as paranoid regarding disrespect. Anything that might possibly be considered disrespectful was grounds for the third degree and a discipline referral. And the door to her classroom was prone to slamming on its own. Once it slammed on this troper, and she was made to tearfully apologize in front of the whole class for interrupting their work. Afterwards, she was shipped down to the principal's office and forced to say that she'd slammed the door because she was angry. This troper has since talked to students from other years in this class, and they say that someone was in trouble for slamming the door at least once a month.

Sounds an awful lot like this troper's Year 12 and 13 Drama teacher, without the door slamming (in NZ, Year 12 and 13 is ages 16 and 17). Up until the start of Year 13, she liked this Troper, and instead focused her wrath for Year 12 and the first term of Year 13 on two different groups of students, who had seen through her facade of niceness before this troper and had dusters thrown at them and constant yelling because they didn't do work up to her standard or were just generally doing something she didn't like. Then, second term of Year 13 - this troper and a couple of friends start getting questioned by the teacher as to whether they are "allied" with the group from term one she was still singling out; she asks the class to rearrange Twelfth Night for a 90-minute performance assessment, despite the rewriting of the script not being part of the assessment criteria, and thus a waste of time; she yelled at the class members frequently for not 'respecting' her, including telling one class member to "shut up, you prick"; she blamed this troper on the failure of the aforementioned Twelfth Night show she directed horribly, because he single-handedly rearranged the script when no other person would; she tried to rearrange the script and force hers on us, despite the fact that it gave two people in the class she hated practically NO stage-time; and called this troper an arrogant prick (to be fair, I was calling another person two years younger arrogant - for good reason, though - and I am slightly arrogant, but I'm, at least, self-aware). It all culminated in the Scholarship Drama exams (the biggest exam for high-achieving high school Drama students in the country), when she decreed she would not help me because I chose to do scenes from ''The Crucible'' instead of Shakespeare plays. And I went on to be the first Drama student in his school to get a Scholarship award - notable because he was the first Drama student in his school to go into the exam doing a play not written by Shakespeare and not aided by a teacher.

This is not the first story this troper has heard in which Drama teachers have given meaty parts to their favourite students and left others with not enough lines to have a chance at a decent mark. It seems it's very easy to get away with.

Joy...Shiozaki...Kawamoto.

I don't know... When I clicked on that link, and read that one kid's report on God, to me, it's ''that guy'' who seems like a {{Jerkass}}.

I agree with the troper above. The essay about working at Disneyland makes the author himself look like a huge {{Jerkass}}.

This troper can speak German with near-fluency because his German teacher used fear and public humiliation as teaching tools.

...and this troper adds that in Germanyfor a few [[TheSixteenLandsOfDeutschland Länder, including the capital]], pretty much every teacher gets tenured/accepted to State service, which makes him pretty much impossible to fire. Understandably, a very high percentage of future teachers admit to "not liking kids" and basically choosing teaching as a secure career option. Go figure.

This German troper would like to second this. Whenever I encounter most of the students who want to become teachers at my university, it makes me glad that I don't want kids.

This troper had a PE teacher put a student in the hospital. The students were told to run a mile, eight laps around the sports field. One girl, who admittedly had a half-earned reputation for skipping class, asked to go to her locker to get her inhaler for her exercise-induced asthma. The PE teacher said she could only after completing all eight laps. The student ran another lap, asked and was denied again, and then collapsed half a lap later. The teacher instructed two of the girls' friends to "tell her to stop faking". The friends told the teacher she wasn't faking and were blown off. So they literally carried the girl the remaining two laps, and then were permitted to fetch her inhaler. The girl's mom drove her to the hospital and pulled her from the school a few weeks later. Nothing ever happened to the teacher, but at least the student survived.

Carried her 1/4 of a mile? Her two friends should get a CMOA for that, I believe.

This troper had a teacher in 2nd grade who forced, and I mean forced us to listen to ghost stories. And she like to make this troper sit all the way in front. The stories were actually pretty boring, but the picture on the cover freaked the fuck outta me for years. It was of a fat, pasty man's head, mebbe a week or 2 old, with dark sockets where the eyes should be. His tongue lolled out of the corner of his mouth, like a black-red worm. Real worms, maggots, fell out of the dark caverns of his eye sockets and spilled out over his pasty, white cheeks, fat milky-yellow tears. You get the idea.

In pre-school, this troper remembers standing and facing a corner of the class for talking too much, for half a year. This troper didn't know how to talk to strangers for years afterwards until he relearned it.

A teacher at this troper's school was disciplined for forcibly washing a student's mouth out with soap. The hapless girl in question didn't speak English, and had used a rude word in class without understanding what it meant.

This guy had a teacher all throughout grades 6-8 who once described the Holocaust as "a myth".

While in day care this troper was made to lick a bar of soap by a teacher after he said "sit" to a girl he had a crush on. For years he thought he had been punished for not asking her to politely sit at his table, until he finally figured out that the teacher must have thought he said "sh* t", which was why he got his mouth washed out with soap. Either that or the teacher in question was a real stickler for manners ;-)

This troper once had a PE teacher who made me do fifty pushups, after I had broken both of my arms by falling out of a moving car. Needless to say, I now have fairly extreme joint problems in my arms after that.

And you actually ''did'' it? I would not only have refused, but would've went to a principal or superintendent. Of course, this troper is both a misanthrope and loathes authority, as most authority figures don't deserve it, so...

Subverted in this troper's life. Our religion teacher (I go to a Catholic High school.) by means should be one. Calling all of us brain-dead kids. But here's the thing, most of the students love him, me included. Maybe it's the Spanish accent he has?

This troper had a Spanish teacher his freshman year in high school who literally singled him out every time he forgot his book, even if several other students did as well. The kicker? At the end of the semester, he went to his guidance counsellor to request a transfer...only to find that the teacher had requested him transferred out two days earlier.

This troper was once sent to the female gym teacher's office to ask for Kotex after finding the nurse's office was all out. The teacher was quite rude the entire time and seemed angry at me for having a period. Later in the day, I asked my friends who'd had her class what she was like, and heard horror stories for a half hour.

This troper's uncle was once in a class with a boy whom the teacher saw fit to ''stab through the hand with a pencil'' for dozing off during a lecture. Also, this troper personally had a teacher who once actually and unironically uttered the phrase, "Why class, I had no idea that Miss Troper was a princess who gets whatever she wants." Luckily, not only I but the entire class seemed to be of the opinion that the woman was a cliche nutcase. (The same teacher had a habit of making tacky, obvious double entendres that made the whole class uncomfortable.) And let's not forget the art teacher who once casually brushed aside an emotional student's horror story of her uncle's rape because his rapist was a woman. Oh, or my personal favorite, the PE teacher who threw me against a window and yelled at me on my second day of high school for snapping at a guy on the wrestling team because he purposely knocked my books out of my hands. Yeah, my school career was full of winners.

This troper's dad had a science teacher who would regularly hit pupils - he was later found to have beaten his wife to death.

...yeesh.

This troper had Doctor House as a chemistry lab assistant. ; dishevelled clothing, 2-3 days beard, gruff voice, a limp with matching cane, and was so much of a DeadpanSnarker as it can be seen outside the land of fiction. (This was over a decade before the launch of House itself.) Unfortunately, unlike the TV-land doctor, he neither had the underlying heart of gold nor the competence, ending up as little more than a hateful troll.

This troper had a teacher in high school who was unceasingly cruel to anyone who didn't achieve, and once had the gall to make fun of one student's accent -- an accent this troper had once shared, but trained herself out of to avoid teasing. This troper inadvertently took him down a peg though--once he went on a tirade against her for missing work ''when she was absent due to illness'', and she didn't make eye contact with him for three weeks out of a mix of genuine shame and furious outrage. Three weeks later, he was nicer to everyone. This troper also had an elementary teacher that nearly drove her to suicide, but she doesn't remember much of anything from that year. The only thing she does remember is being constantly told she was lazy, despite later being second in her class, and the entire class having to redo an assignment that everyone failed due to the teacher's draconic grading, with the added punishment of having to listen to a ten minute tirade whose contents this troper has blocked from memory.

Parochial school. For American Catholics (especially those of us who were there when Vatican II flipped the altar around), 'nuff said.

Subverted for this troper, who had a largely positive experience with her Catholic school teachers. YourMileageMayVary.

This Troper's dad's school had a coach who would encourage football players, and wrestlers to pick on other students. Luckily for him, when someone tried that on him, This Troper's much stronger, and more violent uncle beat the offending football player to a pulp and nearly gave drowned the football player, and beat up one or two wrestlers that came after him after that. Finally he threatened to beat up the coach.

This troper's mother was a high school headmistress for more than 30 years, so she had to deal with quite a few sadist-teachers, and found a specific way to keep them in control. How? "Hit first, threaten later".

This Troper, who normally got on well with his teachers, had the bizarre and deeply frightening experience of having a third grade teacher who inexplicably hated his guts, screamed at him, and inexplicably punished him and a few other seeming random students by giving us extra work and preventing us from watching movies or getting treats that the rest of the class got because we were 'bad kids.' Only a few years later did he talk to some of her fellow victims and realize that the only kids subjected to such treatment were the Jewish ones (and the one Muslim at the school). Apparently the administration kept the anti-semitic bitch on for another several years before the ocean of complaints finally made them sack her.

This Troper, after seven years of trying to get along with his fellow students, had resigned himself to the fact that it simply wasn't going to happen, and resolved to simply leave them all alone and read books he'd checked out of the school library or brought from home in peace (the peace coming from the fact that reading helped him filter out their insults and physical abuse). This, however, apparently didn't jive with his seventh-grade English teacher, who in an attempt to force This Troper to socialize with people who hated his guts, began taking his books away in class. No, snatching them out of his hands and mocking him. When This Troper started hiding books upon his person, again in an effort to ignore the way that everyone treated him, she started frisking him in public, and used her influence to force This Troper's other teachers (even one who had been rather kind to him) to take books away from him in class (one, bless her soul, apparently refused). Oddly, this public humiliation did absolutely nothing to make This Troper more popular. When This Troper turned to his guidance counsellor for help, he was later rudely shocked when, during one of their arguments, the teacher actually quoted, word for word, things he had told the counsellor, believing she would keep them confidential. Getting transferred, first out of her actual class, and then out of her homeroom didn't change her actions toward This Troper. She would still walk by him in the hallways and snatch books from his hand or frisk him. The masterstroke came when, after successfully turning This Troper into a paranoid and frustrated wreck (with the kind help of his fellow students), the teacher and the vice-principal asked him to write a story about how he felt. The end result got This Troper transferred into a behavior mod class full of kids the teachers didn't want to deal with anymore, some of whom were actually dangerous and physically violent. Fun! Apparently, she still talks about This Troper to her classes, and as far as he knows rancid, poxy, soul-sucking bit- ahem, I mean- ''she'' still illegally possesses some of his books to this day. Ah, nostalgia.

SciFiChica offers you a hug and a cookie through the Internets. What a bitch. I also offer empathy, having had books taken and been yelled at for reading by various teachers. It's not my fault their classes were boring, dammit. However, I had no experience as bad as yours, and I am really sorry you had to go through all of this.

{{Pencilears}} as a fellow person who has had books confiscated by teachers, wishes you the best of luck in life and to remember that if you wear a big coat and put a thinnish paperback (or two) in the sleeves, when frisked they will pat you down on the torso then ask you to take off the coat before patting down again. having decoy books that you wouldn't mind losing "hidden" in more obvious pockets is also a good ploy against these small minded people.

This troper has also had many a book taken from him. Once, his book was taken and not returned for the entire school year. It was a library book, which the teacher obviously knew because the local library is fond of sticking enormous labels on the back of the books.

This troper cultivated his steath skills by staying after school and steailng back the books stolen from him. Charisma and bluffing were also cultivated for the rare occasion when he was caught and had to come up with an excuse on the fly. Eventually teachers stopped taking books simply because it was clearly having no effect. They never seemed to realize that I was reading the same book they had taken the day before. Foolhardy? Undoubtably. Worth it? Yes.

This troper used the simple expedient of reading the encyclopedia, followed by the dictionary. Followed by ''another'' dictionary, once that one had been read from cover to cover...and it was quickly established that yes, I was ending up with an impressive vocabulary, and a much better one than theirs. Confusing teachers was ''fun.''

This other troper was an optimist throughout his childhood - until he foolishly took a drama class. The teacher announced the first day that she didn't like him, and marked down lessons, encouraged other students to dismiss his work, and would find any excuse to pass out punishments, even giving me detentions if my shoes were untied (I was having trouble at that time getting shoes in my size, because I evidently have very wide feet for an American). I didn't even realise how bad she was - until the nightmares involving her began, but after that... well, so much for believing everyone was basically good. The kicker came during the preparations for my high school graduation, when she was passing out things from a box that we were supposed to wear to it, and when I reached the front of the line, announced she refused to give me one, and that I'd have to go wait in the lines for another teacher to give it to me.

This one's gotten off relatively easy, but has been extorted for small amounts of money by a teacher who happened to be the principal's wife, as well as having had a CD player and a cell phone stolen. Not confiscated, stolen, as in the teacher didn't do the proper procedure of signing for confiscated items and giving them to the main office, instead insisting that no items were taken from me. I simply opened the drawer on his desk, took my cell phone back, and demanded that he prove it was confiscated, since there was no record of it. Fortunately, this one moved to a new state right after that happened.

This troper had a sixth grade teacher who sided with the primary popular clique, never getting them in trouble, while sending "disruptive kids" like this troper outside, never mind who started it and who was defending themselves. She didn't control her classroom, which made it difficult for a sheltered nerd to find a safe place to go read and ignore the rest of the people. In the last week of school, she showed a movie inappropriate for our age, then was forced to pull it when I discreetly pointed out her error. When the class was not pleased, I ran out of the classroom only to be chastised for leaving without permission. When I got back, I discovered she'd vandalized my last assignment and then marked me down, giving me a D for the quarter. When I and my parents complained about all this to the principal, she changed her story and lied, saying the work had sucked anyways. I found my approved rough drafts (it was one of those poetry notebook things), but as far as I know nothing ever happened to her.

This editor had a VERY similar teacher with 8th grade. She was pathetic and unable to control her class, but still gave my sister a D because she didn't like her. I moved to a Swedish boarding school and now have a bastard English teacher (read the second entry) who is the complete opposite and a thousand times worse.

This troper's old high school zoology/environmental science teacher was qualified to either be a college professor or an actual researcher. At least, that's what I'm guessing. I can't see any other logical reason for the fact that she treated any student that wasn't on the girls' softball team (which she coached) like they were the scum of the earth and made no secret of the fact that she loathed her job. I knew there was something wrong with her when she delivered the news of her friend dying in a car wreck with a Stepford Smile and a cheerful threat to not "piss her off" that day.

This troper's sixth grade Language Arts teacher would openly mock and occasionally even punish students for personal matters that had nothing to do with schoolwork and were honestly none of her business. This troper specifically remembers an incident in which she was repeatedly (and dramatically) sent to the nurse's office for a change of clothes, accompanied by a phone call home, simply for wearing shorts in the winter. Keep in mind that the school was kept uncomfortably warm all winter long, and we rarely, if ever, went outside during the school day.

This troper had an English teacher in middle school he just plain couldn't stand. Among other things, I somehow managed to get roped into an argument with her about ''how you pronounce Aesop's name'' (which as I recall she eventually gave up on, and my parents, after I mentioned it offhand to them, did some research and discovered I was right -- odd day, that); on another occasion, I returned to class after a bathroom break or other such nonsense to find that I had been cast as Psyche in the story of Psyche and Cupid, without my consultation (bearing in mind that I'm a guy and was, at the time, thirteen years old and therefore by default insecure about my sexuality; ask me now and I'll probably take the role because Psyche being played by a guy with a wig and a falsetto is hilarious -- ask me back then and I'll probably punch you in the mouth), which may not have been her doing, but the fact that it was up there meant she didn't have any interest in my opinion. At one point the school was placed in lockdown for a few hours while people investigated reports of a guy on campus with a gun. While nothing happened, this troper emerged from an extended stay in the locker room to reports that this teacher spent the entire time under her desk grading assignments, and telling the students who were actually concerned for their well-being to shut up or the guy would come in and shoot them. Dumbass bitch.

This troper had a teacher who hit her on the arm hard enough to leave a mark; falsely accused her -- in front of the entire class -- of cheating on a test; and then tried to get students to lie on his behalf. Fortunately, this troper had the support of classmates who were actually nearby when it happened.

This troper, due to her mental affliction, was placed in a class for students with autism with a particular teacher during high school. He was known to talk for hours on end about minor issues, and yelled at a severely retarded, also deaf, classmate. He would also verbally abuse and denigrate me to the point that I curled up in the fetal position, crying, under the desk in freshman year. As time went on his favorite angle of attack was my spirituality. Often, she and this teacher would come to physical blows over said beliefs.

It should also be worth mentioning that the actions and behaviors of this teacher drove his first aide, one year before this troper started high school, to quit her job. She left the room in tears. To this day, this troper's teacher has become full-blown NightmareFuel.

Same troper here, just now remembering kindergarten. Dear lord, where do I begin? This teacher would regularly single me out for punishment. Her idea of punishment? She would either have all the kids point at me or mimic everything I said. Her name was, fittingly, Ms. Thorn. It was also common practice for this teacher to get her kicks out of scaring the living shit out of me and disguise them as classroom games. One instance following a seemingly ordinary game of Duck Duck Goose had her describe eating me alive in morbid detail.

I can put all my teachers in middle school under this one entry. My sixth grade teacher was extremely racist and would attack me with racial slurs any chance she got, and encouraged the class to do the same. She also charged this troper a quarter every time mocking by her or my classmates brought me to tears. This same teacher also thought it was funny to make me run ten laps around the track every other day. Where do I begin with seventh grade? We were only allowed one bathroom break per day, even though at the time I had a urinary tract infection. She permitted the other students to spray water on me whenever I asked to go to the bathroom. Yeah. Welcome to special ed.

Subverted by this troper's Chinese teacher, who fancied herself as one of these, and even once reacted to a student's listening to his iPod in class by slamming her cane down right in front of his face, shattering his pen, but was nonetheless almost universally beloved.

This troper had a fourth-grade Language Arts teacher who had definitely singled her out. This troper doesn't remember it and relies on accounts from her mother, but apparently, she would put a bell on her desk, and when this troper's attention would start to wane, even a little bit, she would walk up and ring it, interrupting the class and drawing all eyes to the troper, who, at the time and indeed all throughout her school life, was constantly bullied with maybe one friend per grade level (which got bumped up to at least three once she moved - despite her mother's claims the troper's current residence is in a "bad neighborhood".) Said teacher also lied about this troper's actions, claiming she did something bad (troper still doesn't know what) ...on a day she was absent! That was what clued her parents in. To this day, this troper considers that teacher one of two women she will never allow in a position of authority in her life ever again (despite being an adult now and thus being so much more equal). ...So yeah. There are WAY too many Real Life examples here for this troper's comfort. Every board of education should take a good look at this page.

This troper had an eighth-grade history teacher who was really a nice guy, but one day a student said that the teacher reminded him of a hippie. The teacher responded, "Do hippies beat up children?" and smacked the student's head into his desk.

Ahh, kindergarten. This troper was such a WideEyedIdealist four-year-old, so ''eager'' to start school... and then she met her kindergarten teacher. A mean, spiteful hag with a pinched face, she seemed to exist only to suck the soul out of cheerful, excited kids. If you attempted to color outside the lines, or make your apple anything but red or your sky anything but blue (as this creative troper frequently tried to do), she would immediately "correct" you and punish you if you attempted to continue. When we did a "What I want to be when I grow up" activity, she got mad at this troper and confronted her... for daring to want to become a ''paleontologist,'' instead of a ballerina or a veterinarian like all the other little girls! (Although not a paleontologist today, she does still love dinosaurs.) And you should have ''seen'' the glares she gave this troper on show-and-tell days. On the "A" day, you can bring in anything you like that starts with "A" ...except, apparently, for an "abstract" painting, even though your Daddy painted it and isn't it ''pretty'' and it's supposed to look like a cloud we saw one night and -- no, she didn't care. And on "L" day, you are most ''definitely'' not allowed to sing "Lovely Rita," your favorite song, even though it begins with L. When this troper's younger sister started kindergarten at the same elementary school, she was fearful her sibling would end up with the same heartless witch. Luckily, she ended up with this troper's ex-third grade teacher instead, a wonderful, spritely, Ms. Frizzle-esque entity who deserves to live forever (should she desire it) just so she can keep teaching. Said non-sadist teacher made such a big impact on this troper, she based the {{Mentor}} character in her original fantasy stories on her.

Oh. My. God. You just reminded me of my first grade teacher, Mrs. Gerri Lee. She actually told me that paleontologist is not an actual job. It took me until high-school to realize that she wanted to crush the dreams of a little 5-year-old girl with AD/HD who had ''dared'' to intrude on her classroom (I'd just moved to the town). I know she hated me, just because I was ''different''. She actually supported the other kids when I was bullied and yelled at me when I accused a bully of stealing my crayons. I cried so much, then she called me a crybaby, which made me cry even harder. The bully later got yelled at for ''giving the crayons back''. Yes, a young child was punished for ''doing the right thing''. We both had to sit through a detention, and now we are good friends to this day.

This troper, who had anger issues during her elementary school years, spent a lot of time in the principal's office. This was as pleasant as it's possible for such things to be up until grade three, when we got a new principal; among other things, he would keep this troper in there for ''hours on end'', well after she'd calmed down, because this troper was "being rude". Now, bear in mind that this troper, once the incoherent rage had passed by (a phase which being in the presence of that SmugSnake ''prolonged''), did not speak to him unless either provoked or prompted for a response; he was basing this entirely off body language. The body language of a little girl who loathed every square inch of him and wanted nothing more than to get back to class already rather than wasting even more of the school day. At the start of fifth grade, this troper dreaded the first day of school because she knew it wouldn't be long before some minor incident got her dragged in there once again. Although she was never told so explicitly, this troper suspects a fair chunk of the reason her parents started homeschooling her in January of that year (which didn't last, but for unrelated reasons) was because they finally took pity on her. And then there was the sixth-grade teacher who came in halfway through the year because the regular teacher was on maternity leave; he relentlessly picked on this troper, to the point where she would literally spend more time outside the classroom than in it because of him. That was the year she started skipping school (which, incidentally, turned into an absenteeism habit that's been steadily getting worse ever since -- this troper is now 16, just to give you an idea).

This troper pretty much blocked third grade from her mind, but vividly remembers not answering a question in a full sentence, and her teacher (who everyone hated) started talking to her in baby talk, asking if I wanted a soother because I was obviously a little baby who couldn't speak in full sentences.

This troper had a kindergarten teacher who was constantly bullying him. At one point he brought her a crocus (which was really the only kind of flower growing in his yard at this time of year) and ended up getting yelled at for arguing when she told him that it wasn't a crocus.

This page is utterly depressing. To add to the depression, this troper had a teacher when he was 7 who (though this is likely to be one of the ''softest'' examples in here) who ended up yelling "Shut up or else!" (though he doesn't remember himself - repression?) at him on at least one occasion. If memory serves, it might have been over him turning up a bit late for a class (in grade ''2'') due to getting distracted by the library (he reads a lot)...

This troper had to serve as a subject representative to a Sadist Teacher. He was criticised left, right and center for not showing enough initiative, to the point of needing to read the teacher's mind in order to get things on time according to said teacher's schedule. Until he took ''too much'' initiative and shuffled presentation slots without telling the teacher. Then the teacher did the kindest thing she ever did to this troper: she fired him. '''''FREEEEEDDDDOOOOOMMMM!'''''

This troper had one in her grade 9 English class. She always seemed to pick on her as if she was a juvenile delinquent, but every other teacher knew she was an intelligent student as well as a sweetheart. She yelled at this troper for forgetting to bring a textbook to class and not doing homework 'cause it was too hard. That sounds sorta reasonable, right? But then she would make the class ''pay her a dollar for saying the word "sorry"''. And every time it was this troper who said it, the teacher would practically say the bottom quote and reduce her to tears. Not to mention the threats the teacher made that she would fail the class (which she passed with a 70%). It may not seem like much, but remember that this was the first year of high school. Yup, that really did wonders for this troper's dignity and self esteem.

Though somewhat subverted later on in high school. Said teacher was married the year after, making her a jolly hag and proving to be an alright teacher according to other students. As well, when looking through her old school stuff, she(the troper) found own of the essays that she did in her class. She gave her a 48%, and at the time it seemed very unfair. And after looking through it, this troper -- now in grade 12 -- still finds it hard to admit that her paper actually ''did'' suck.

ThisTroper, after transferring schools in year 1, was confronted with a bitter, shriveled old hag of a teacher who railed at him for his handwriting, asked constantly "Is this how you did X in your old school?" and frequently went off at him for being "precocious". When I eventually found out the definition, I was surprised to learn that this was, in fact, a ''good thing''. Wouldn't know from the way she used the word.

This troper had an awesome Year 13 Classics teacher - an old man who liked playing classic films in class, taught the Roman Art and Architecture, Aeneid and Alexander units with passion, and took the class to see ''300'' when it screened at the local cinema, despite it having nothing to do with Classics. Then, he discovered that the very same teacher once physically kicked a student's arse out of class, and then laughed down attempts by the student to get him fired (as did everyone else, including the student's parents). He was a SadistTeacher for someone...

This troper had a word-processing teacher freshman year who hated her guts because she was gifted. Despite the fact that this troper was always very polite and respectful, the teacher would ridicule her in front of the class. This troper would finish the day's lesson, and because I had been very snappishly informed at the very start of the semester that working ahead was "rude to the other students" I would simply get out a book and start reading quietly. When I would check my grade the next day,I would have three or four points out of ten for participation, because I "had wasted classtime", never mind that she wouldn't let me go ahead and I was already typing between 45 and 60 words a minute with three errors. The only reason I scraped an A in the class was because most of the grading was done on the basis of the typing software records, which couldn't be altered. To make things worse, this troper ended up having this uber-bitch as a tennis coach, not once but TWICE. Granted, this troper is a fairly lousy player, but so were most of the other girls on the team, with maybe three or four really good players and the rest of us were mediocre to lousy. Still, this troper and her best friend/doubles partner were the only ones yelled at regularly, and she was the only one who was actually MOCKED in front of the team. Whenever we would have to do pushups or jumping-jacks for missing the ball, my partner and I would also be made to do as many as she could possibly get away with; seriously, the other girls on the team would point out how unfair it was and she would yell at them. Needless to say, I am not playing tennis at school again, and in fact probably won't ever play just because of the bad memories I came to associate with it because of this woman.

Is it possible for this trope to be played for laughs? This troper's last social studies teacher was a pretty cool guy, but at times, would intentionally play up the image of a surprisingly over-the-top {{Jerkass}} so that we could focus on (and laugh at) him while he's teaching. And when I mean over-the-top, I mean things like suggesting he ran over a bunch of kids coming out of a pool and cracking jokes about him murdering three people in Wyoming. In fact, he crossed the line so many times, this troper once jokingly called him {{Satan}} when he revealed his first name. Interestingly, he tells his students to spread rumors that he plays the trope straight, so that they can transfer and thus, give him less work to take care of. To this troper's knowledge, it never works. (The rumors, I mean.)

This troper attended Catholic school -- with nuns. Except the nuns were the ''good'' teachers- gentle, and kind, and genuinely fond of their charges, even when the little monsters were getting well-deserved discipline. However, when the nuns retired (or whatever it is nuns do) their replacements, well... This troper was the only student in her entire grade to be casually diagnosed (to my face and in front of the class) as both some kind of genius super-kid ('so WHY WON'T YOU COLOUR INSIDE THE LINES, damn you?!') and learning disabled. (She's gifted and talented, which means different things to different people. Apparently, to some, it means 'special needs'. What the hell?) Don't get me started on being 'taught' to touch type or being forced to go through therapy... or being punished because I didn't pay attention during Mass, despite being Presbyterian and telling the teacher so quite clearly several times. (More favoured Protestant kids got to sit in the library.) Also, their preferred method for dealing with severe panic attacks? Leaving me to cry it out and hyperventilate in the courtroom, then talking with my parents about my 'disruptive', 'stubborn' streak.

Sorry to burst your bubble, but gifted students ARE special needs, according to current theory. What they need is advanced classes on par with their learning which, unfortunately, they hardly ever get.

Sad, but true.

This troper nearly punched out a Home Study teacher once. The troper recently lost her dog of 16+ years (troper was two when she got the dog), and was naturally devastated. The teacher yelled at her that it's just a stupid mutt that she shouldn't be crying about.

If the teacher had a child they loved alot, this troper would have posed the question "How would you react if your daughter/son died tragically, and I said that they're just a stupid whore/jackass they shouldn't be crying about. Same principle. I guarantee they would have been speechless.

This Troper (Dialga) had a 5th grade science teacher who once lopped off 5 points on a 30 point project because "the font size" is too small. Bear in mind there was no mention about font size. She also accused this Troper of being a "braggart". To cap it off, rumor has it she threw a chair at someone and a planner at someone else. Oh, she was sexist and hated by literally the entire 5th grade class. Fortunately she retired.

While teachers and staff alike have generally liked this troper (reading habits unaccounted for), she's seen and heard of her fair share of Sadistic Teachers. There was a hellish French teacher in elementary school that no one liked, who frequently yelled at and suspended students for little to no reason. One lunch monitor told the graduating class to take pity on her, but no one did since she was a horrible woman with little patience. Then, there was the grade 8 French teacher (also English, and Geography/History for this troper), who also had little patience for his class. It didn't help that he could barely speak English, let alone French. Few liked him. The same year had the math teacher, but his limits were pushed by two of the worst classes (this troper's and one of her friends' class), causing him to snap at this troper's class fairly violently. A talk with a substitute vice-principal didn't really help matters. Later, this troper heard stories from her brother where a grade 6 teacher (from the same school as the first French-teacher-from-Hell) was incredibly sexist towards the boys, and downright mean any other time. The second French-teacher-from-Hell tended to pick on her brother, since he (the brother) frequently finished work early and read in class or hardly paid attention. This troper isn't quite sure how she managed to stay on the more friendly sides of all these teachers, but she's glad she did.

ThisTroper had an English teacher who decided to throw out the entire class's projects (which they had been working on for the past week), and force them to redo everything in a single day.

This troper's middle school English teacher, reportedly, complained at this troper's parent teacher conference about how this troper was always raising her hand and answering questions and read books(this was an English teacher) when she finished her work early and even sat front and center every day(never mind that this teacher had given us 'assigned seats'!). Also known to have thrown chalk and erasers at students and, when this troper's older brother had her, had so little control over her class that one girl bit a boy during class and she didn't do anything about it. Also, very strangely, gave her Student of the Week award(each teacher gets one to give) to the kid who fell asleep in her class, not the one who did a ton of research and made a powerpoint(completely unassigned) on exactly when Romeo and Juliet ends, which she said was the first one she had seen that didn't contradict the text.

As someone who grew up in a pretty affluent school system where teachers could get sacked for swearing and would be immediately replaced, this troper finds a lot of these accounts to be genuinely alarming. She's not used to teachers who are worse than condescending, boring, or lazy. Or had a reputation for throwing pencil erasers at sleepers but weren't that bad. But superintendents? Do those count? Her high school's old super once let a {{Halo}} tournament get to literally the day before it could start - permits were paid, permission was granted, televisions and Xboxes were moved in, glossy little announcement cards were passed out - and then, ''then'' she suddenly said "Oh, no, this is an M-rated game! We can't let this happen!" and refused to refund what had been paid. Some letters appeared in the school newsletter praising her "moral decision", but ''everyone'' hated her. Then it turned out that she'd been skimming the school budget, and that she'd been fired from her principal job in another district. Sacked! And there was much rejoicing.

This troper had this in her first year at a new school, with two teachers! The first a terribly sadistic french teacher, who would get pissed if anyone didn't finish his/her work at least two days BEFORE it was due. The whole school knows her and calls her 'the sheep' for her... distinctive hair style. Did I mention she's both Jewish and a Lesbian? Yeah, didn't turn out well for kids trying to insult her. The other one is horribly strict, who likes to mess with people. Not in the good way, I mean in the manipulating evil way. This troper's family member (don't remember which) was 0.01 point short of passing. Most people would just pass him, saying he should work harder next time. But no, this teacher just insulted him. Really...

This troper had a drama teacher who simply refused to let him play an improv games and told him he had a bad attitude and should think about his fellow students more. The reason? I read in class once during an improv game.

Though it's rather minor compared to all these examples, this troper's computer science professor decided to schedule an exam ''on the same day that a homework assigment is due''. Said homework assignment, like other assignments for that class, involves writing programs, and said programs take 3-4 days to crank out. Give him a freakin' break!

Since you're saying "professor" I'm assuming you're in college? This troper is in high school and in my AP Biology class, all tests and homework assignments are due on the same day, and the homework assignments take a few days unless you want to do AP Bio work for 3 or 4 hours straight. It's really not that bad, especially considering the homework and test are on the same material so the homework makes a good substitute for studying.

There was a teacher in This Troper's primary school who had a reputation as this. Fortunately I never had her, but she would yell at anyone over the slightest thing. Then one year they gave her to the poor little preps [5 and 6-year-olds] which included a boy with mild mental disabilities who was picked on by both other students and her. I have one distinct memory of comforting the crying kid after she'd been at him again because he'd wrecked another student's work, and later hearing the other student bragging to his friends about goading the other boy into doing so and getting him in trouble while getting away with it, because the teacher would only listen to one side of the story.

This troper's been lucky with actual teachers so far but has dealt with her fair share of sadistic substitute teachers. One in particular gave 200+ kids detention because about 15 or so kids were acting out and the rest of us ''didn't use peer pressure to make them stop.'' And whenever she subbed for P.E. she'd make us run for the whole time (usually in blazing hot weather), let us out late so that everyone would be late for their next class, and then leave us a bad report so that we'd have to spend all day running when our real teacher got back. And she was incredibly sexist and would often yell at the girls for being too noisy while the guys were making monkey noises and horsing around on the other side of wherever we were.

This troper had a number of sadistic teachers, but the most notable was an extremely nasty Home Economics teacher. One one occasion she forced the entire class to do a lengthy, pointless project over several weeks about shepherd's pie. Said troper and his classmates were completely stumped, but any request for help was invariably met with a shrill cry of "WHY WEREN'T YOU LISTENING?" The teacher handed it back to him with the written comment: "Don't you DARE hand this disgusting, pathetic, intellectually deprived drivel in to me and presume to call it a project. See Me." Troper had suspected he'd done badly, but this particular comment was, to his view, extremely vicious and uncalled for.

Personally, I blame my fifth grade teacher for many of the problems I have today, including horrible insomnia, self-esteem issues, and many more. I actually learned what the word "contradiction" meant when I described her actions to my parents. Her frequently-contradicting directions confused the hell out of me and, before I set things straight with my parents, gave them reason to punish me at home because I didn't understand her. She would frequently punish the class for not being able to read her mind and figure out what the hell she was talking about. I feel very not-confident and worthless about school to this day. As for the insomnia bit: one day she assigned some typical "shoebox diorama" project thingy that was ''due the next day.'' I had to stay up very late to finish it, and I fell asleep in class the next day, resulting in my getting sent to the nurse's office, then home; I've had trouble staying awake in class ''ever since'', and I'm a goddamn sophomore in college now!

The icing on the cake? Right next door was the class with the teacher I wanted to have, who was one of the genuinely nicest guys I've ever met. Late in the year, the principal fired this man for, this was seriously the official reason, "being a male in a female-dominated environment." The principal ''and'' the remaining fifth-grade teacher tried to convince everyone the next day that "we're better off without him," which did ''nothing'' to endear them to the rest of us. Later, I realized it may have actually been because of said teacher's homosexuality...which is just as bad, if not worse.

Both of those are also grounds for a lawsuit. It's discrimination.

In many (many) states, sexual orientation is not a protected class - therefore, a lawsuit would probably be dismissed.

I have managed to have a ''substitute'' sadist teacher in gym class. He had just gotten out of military training and thought it a good idea to give us the same treatment. It was the most painful, exhausting, frustrating 46 minutes in this troper's life. However, when he said to all of us "I hope you have a good weekend" this troper (who had been reduced to laughing sadistically and mumbling to himself about outdoing Jigsaw with the most cruel torture machine EVER) responded with "Yeah, and I hope you have good home security!"

So he made you guys work extremely hard, told you all to have a good weekend, and you threatened to kill him? I don't know man, you sound like a fucking douche.

This troper had an otherwise-fine Computing teacher in 7th and 8th grade. This troper has developed an odd hunt-and-peck touch-typing method of typing, and the teacher evidently thought that this troper wouldn't be able to pass once the keyboard covers went on. Cue the extra work ad nauseam. Thankfully, the teacher let up when he saw that, lo and behold, this troper actually can type without looking at the keys.

A math teacher for this troper (who is, admittedly, absolute rubbish at math and was later transferred to a basis class (where she got all A's, natch (wheee, nested parentheses are fun!))) started at ridiculing her work ethic and ended up assigning her to a lonely seat in the back of the classroom, far away from all other students. He also refused to give her the assignments she needed, saying it was a waste of paper. For the second semester, he just ignored her, which was very very noticeable in question-and-answer sessions that followed a set pattern around the room. No subtlety at all, that one.

This Troper has the honour of having managed to help embarrass ''two'' such teachers when he was at school. The first was an ex-army major who apparently didn't realise his class consisted of minors, or that he wasn't supposed to be stoned while "teaching". One year he proudly gathered the class around to explain how he was no longer on performance-based-pay and promptly stopped teaching and simply set online tests for the rest of the year; the lessons consisted of pulling random people out of the class and chewing them out DrillSergeantNasty style until he got bored. The final time he did it to me I quite honestly told him I would stab him with a pen if he didn't stop talking right now - and the rest of the class proceeded peacefully. The second was a teacher who thought he was a disciplinarian and volunteered to take any class he could get away with. He would also manage field trips; this being a state school, they weren't able to actually demand money for whole-class excursions, so he would instead punish the pupils of parents who didn't pay. One such pupil was given a ream of graph paper and spent the day dotting every square. When the graph paper ran out, he was given an pencil and ruler and made to draw his own, then dot that - and at the end of the day, watch as the teacher shredded all the sheets. The teacher later recounted with pleasure that this student had to take a leave of absence due to stress after this. He would also manage student council meetings, to make sure nothing useful was discussed - halfway through one, where he had been blocking every useful point raised, someone stodd up and porposed the motion that "you are a bully. Sir." I took the chance before he launched into a rant to simply shout out "motion seconded!" and, as the original motion received applause, the teacher fled the meeting. Payback is simple, but delicious.

Now THAT is how you stand up to an evil teacher! Well, at least the second example is, I can't guarantee much success with the fist one.

This Troper has had freakishly bad luck with teachers.

First was my kindergarten teacher. She continually moved my name for things I didn't understand I was doing wrong. I was a shy, polite kid. Yet, she never noticed that and often accused me of acting up when I genuinely had no bloody clue what I had done wrong. Then, once, a girl tried to take my backpack. After politely asking girl to give it back and being refused, I tried to take the backpack away physically, although, I was careful not to actually touch the girl. Girl started crying and got comforted. Even after acknowledging it was my backpack, teacher still punished me for trying to take it back. Never mind that the girl who had tried to steal was comforted and in no way punished. Years later, teacher was involved in a DWI (driving while intoxicated).

Then, there was my third grade teacher. She hated everyone, but I was at the top of her list. She verbally berated me constantly. Once, there was a party and cupcakes were passed out. I had always been taught that if I didn't want something, I didn't have to eat it. So, without meaning offence, I threw the cupcake away. She found out and yelled at me until I was crying. Then, she went on with class. A few kids showed signs of wanting to offer me sympathy but were too scared of receiving the same treatment to do so. At the end of the year, she signed everyone's yearbook. Most of the boys got variations of them being strong and full of spirit. Most of the girls got things about being angels and beautiful. Me? I got, 'Thank you for being quiet in class.'

In sixth grade I had a teacher that I don't really remember much about, but by the way my mother rants when said teacher is mentioned, I'm guessing she did several bad things.

After that was one of my seventh grade teachers. I was put in a group of boys who verbally sexually harassed me and refused to do any work. I told the teacher, and he refused to move me. He, more than once, stood near our table and listened to the boys say sexually explicit things to me, saw how it affected me, and did nothing. Mom stepped in, and boys started being punished for the sexual harassment. I then asked the teacher if, since I did all the work, he could give me a sole grade for my work and let the boys fend for themselves. He agreed. I did A worthy work. Boys complained, and teacher didn't honour his promise. They, who had done nothing, got credit for the hour and half I had put into the project. In retaliation for trying to prevent them from sharing the grade, the boys started harassing me, again. Mom again stepped in, and finally, I was put in an all girls group where everyone divided the work. A cousin of mine later had this teacher, and her grades didn't reflect the hard work her mother knew she did. It turned out all of the girls had lower grades than the boys in the class. Gee, I wonder what that implies.

Another seventh grade teacher actually liked me, and I liked him. However, I was terrible at the subject, and he couldn't wrap his mind around someone truly not getting it. I was moved but that experience only made me despise the subject even more, which caused me to honestly stop trying in the future.

One of my tenth grade teachers, whose wife was an aide and who I frequently talked to, was a good person but way too strict a teacher. When he tried to explain things to me I found myself wanting to say, 'Okay, I'm sorry for existing. Now, please, leave me alone.' He also, probably due to his wife, thought I was lazy and unwilling to work. The year before, I was. However, I had made a resolution to work hard that year. Luckily, during second semester, I was moved to a class I did well in, and the aide's husband treated me a lot better after I wasn't his student anymore. However to the two teachers above: Thanks for the benefit of the doubt, Mr Teachers. Ever heard of self-fulfilling prophecies?

Not as bad as some tales here, but this troper, after turning in a 15-page report on dinosaurs in the 4th grade, was sent home to redo it because it was typed instead of handwritten (this was the mid-80s, and the teacher didn't believe a kid could know how to use a computer). Having ADD, it took all night before it was finished. This troper has despised writing ever since.

This troper's difficulties with math all the way up to college can be traced back to a sadistic pre-algebra teacher in 7th grade. She assigned ridiculous amounts of homework but never gave it back after grading, never stopped to explain anything, and didn't even let students keep their exams after seeing their grade. It's very hard to learn a subject when you don't even know what your mistakes were!

Inverted with this troper's 12 grade algebra teacher, a small weedy man who had a lot of trouble controlling the class. To be fair, this was a VERY loud, inattentive, disrespectful class (this troper and one or two others excepted). The poor guy started resorting to shouting near the end , and even that only kept them under control for a few minutes. Halfway through the year, the entire class was transfered to a different teacher (he suspects the poor guy was about to lose it, hence the transfer).

I can't even get close to some of these teachers, but This Troper is now in 10th grade and had an assignment due (only like as 300 page thingy that took 20 minutes). Now, the Teacher now asked for everyone to hand up the assignments. 5 people had done it. I wasn't paying attention and then realised 15 minutes later that I had to hand it up. He wouldn't accept it because he thought I had just done it then so I wouldn't lose marks for being late. The assignment was WRITTEN ON THE COMPUTER AND PRINTED OFF. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I obviously did then just then. What. An. Idiot.

This troper has been something of an accidental teacher's pet for the vast majority of her life, due to being very well-behaved and intelligent. However, there was this one pre-algebra teacher in seventh grade who was so {{Tsundere}} that she crossed over into SadistTeacher. Some days, she was VERY HAPPY and we were all "the best kids EVER." However, more often than not, we were idiotic two-year-olds trying to pass as middle schoolers (she never used that specific phrase, but you could kind of tell that was what she was thinking) who were too dumb to understand "simple mathematical concepts" (read: stuff ''none of us'', who were generally intelligent kids, had ever heard of before that class, such as 3D graphing). I was always slightly intimidated by her, mostly because she ran the classroom like a drill sergeant, but my overwhelming fear of her became eternally cemented in my head when, at one point during the class, I happened to take my attention off the board for ''two minutes'' while she was explaining something and leaned down to work on a story I was writing (all while paying complete auditory attention to her) and she snapped "PUT THAT AWAY" when she caught me looking down. Apparently in her world there is no such thing as multitaskers, or people who need to move their hands in order to concentrate. And then there was the time that two or three kids behaved so badly, she punished the entire class and gave us all lunch detention. She got fired at the end of the next year, though, because it turned out she'd actually been bad-mouthing another teacher (who was much nicer) and seriously trying to get her fired. Ye gods, what that class did to my self-esteem... (Later I found out from the one kid in the school whom she'd actually liked that she was something of a mathematical InsufferableGenius who simply couldn't imagine anyone not understanding math, and ''that's'' why she was so horrible to us all. But still, ''wow''.)

This Troper (who has bad ADD) was constantly yelled at for not siting correctly(crossing my legs), having a tic, and not paying attention(when I had a note from the doctor that I could not pay attention if I didn't do something with my hands). One time she actually made me stand in class for a week stright while making me do my work on the wall. Another time she took my pen because I was playing with it and making me do the 42 minutes of work for homework.

This Troper had a Year 1 (average age: six) teacher who was, literally, an old hag. She particularly rubbed the wrong way with me due to her utter disdain for anything artistic. To illustrate this: I was looking forward to a colouring activity in a book that the year above me had used in the previous year. Fast-forward to Year 1: ''the activity was skipped entirely.'' She also criticised me at a parent-teacher interview for ''not colouring inside the lines.'' I was so glad to get out of that year-only to get her again for the first term of Year 4, whereupon the 'no drawing' rule was enforced with insane strictness. As someone who loves to draw, this was like telling a duck not to swim. What really boggles me is that she hated my drawings...and my current art teacher thinks they're the best thing since sliced bread.

Do campus supervisors count? When I was in elementary school, the game me and my friends loved playing the most was tag. Now, our school's playground had three sections: an area of asphalt, a large patch of grass, and a sandbox. Whenever we tried playing tag, the supervisors would always restrict us to the grass for no reason they bothered to tell us, even though the fact that it was a wide expanse that removed all strategy from the game. Then they said that we might hurt ourselves running on asphalt. Being astute observers, we pointed out the fact that they let the kids playing basketball run around on the asphalt and shove each other. One kid even ''broke his arm'' as a result of this. But they were never chastised. Of course, we played tag everywhere anyway.=

Three such teachers in this troper's case.

The first of said teachers occurred in the seventh grade. At the time of this event I suffered from an illness that caused her to have a frequent need to urinate. This teacher, even though I (and my parents) informed her of this, only allowed me to visit the lavatory once per day. Add to this the constant harassment from my classmates due to this condition.

This troper was transferred from that class later that year. Unfortunately for me, one of the teachers was quite observably racist. This troper being the only white student in this small class didn't help. I was often referred to by racial epithets. This teacher also extorted lunch money out of me every time the harassment ''from the teacher'' made me start crying. Said teacher also, for reasons completely unknown to me, liked to make me run ''ten'' laps around the track as punishment for just about everything.

The following year this troper changed schools, only to have a similar such teacher. My's bus was always twenty minutes late. Toward the middle of January, the temperature outside was about 25 degrees Fahrenheit. This troper tried to enter the school building and stand inside while I waited for my bus. Immediately I was practically pounced on by my teacher, an assistant from another room, and a security guard, all of which physically restrained me. This incident did end karmically though; The teacher just happened to restrain this troper in such a way that release of my left arm would align it with the side of the teacher's face. During the struggle my arm slipped out of the teacher's hand. Karma ensues. Basically, the teacher was rewarded by a rather punishing bitchslap, albeit an accidental one. In a move of stunning audacity, the teacher tried to press charges against the student.

This troper had three teachers at his Jewish high school who could be called Sadist Teachers, but they were also his favorite teachers.

One, a rabbi, was a SadistTeacher in name only. He was the oldest rabbi in the school, educated in New York. He claimed that he took up teaching as an outlet for his sadism, and he was quick to hand out degredations to disruptive students. He would even jokingly threaten to kick a student in the shins. But he was actually a very lenient teacher. He assigned no written work of any kind - even the tests were orally given, which meant that each student was only actually tested a few times each quarter (though not studying was a surefire way to get picked). Best of all, all studying for the tests was done in class, and he would wait until he believed everyone was ready before giving the test. This sometimes meant a few ''days'' passed where we did nothing but studying. And near the end of a period, he would frequently lead philosophic discussions. He is probably the wisest man this troper has ever met. And no other teacher ever got as many visits from alumni.

The second teacher taught science and history. He was notorious for handing out pop quizzes, and once assigned four in a row (the third was titled "You Should Have Seen This Coming"). His preferred punishment was to make troublesome students count rocks outside. This troper is extremely good at both science and history, and didn't mind the pop quizzes because they tended to be extremely easy (for him at least). Best of all, he would allow students to correct or clarify his comments.

The third teacher was a reformed lawyer who taught history. Where the second teacher was notorious for pop quizzes, this one assigned weekly essays and a full-length research paper each semester. The student response can be best summed up by a sign in his room that proclaims him "The Teacher From Hell", made and signed by his students. During the weeks before Purim, when the senior girls decorate the school in honor of the holiday, they did his classroom up in a FireAndBrimstone theme.

This troper's Example #1: Had one particularly bad teacher in grades 7 and 8. She would mock and scream at all students, especially those like me that challenged her unjust sense of authority. Would lie in a particularly lazy fashion on her desk and make smart-ass remarks instead of teach. Also played favourites and actually organised other students in Mafia-like fashion to intimidate the good kids. Gave me suicidal tendencies and an urge to plan a school shooting.

We hope that you don't plan a school shooting in the near future.

Example #2: my former grade nine science teacher. I got the sense that she was the airhead, princess, bitch girl in high school, and never grew up beyond that stage. She would verbally abuse the class at any opportunity she got, even without provocation. She was an elitist, and publically stated how entitled she felt owing that she somehow worked through university to get a masters, as well as conveying the sense that she should be above teaching grade nines at any opportunity. She mocked one particular friend of mine, calling him a "loser" and saying how he had moobs. She would also have her other bitchy 30 something friends visit her in class, and she would waste half of the class talking to them. She could've been my earlier teacher's younger sister, if not for the fact that she actually taught every so often. Oh and the kicker, she was one of the most popular teachers in the school! WTF! WTF?

Example #3: As of December 2008, same troper is contending with an anthro teacher who refuses to answer questions posed by students, and is just generally weak as a teacher. At least, this is how she comes off at first. I have possibly now developed clinical depression from the obscene work load in this class. When another student complained that he too was suffering the adverse effects of overworking, she cackle laughed at him. This incensed me so much that I gave her the finger in front of the class, and am now a hero in the eyes of similairly oppressed classmates.

This troper's biology teacher had the worst modus operandi ever. Teach a little, mocking/provoking/humiliating certain students, a little more teaching, more humiliation... and so forth, with much more focus on making students laugh at the expense of others than on making them learn biology. This made this teacher popular - and practically everyone's grades as low as possible. This troper considered the teacher crossed the MoralEventHorizon after a test delivery that not only most got a zero, but this troper's best friend, when trying to show errors in correction, got instead more errors of her discovered - and spoken out loud, ''to the entire class'' - and her grade lowered, causing her to cry. This troper hated him so much, that after high school finished, he visited school just to throw water at the teacher.

NICE!

Subversion: this troper has, on multiple occasions dealt with a specific art teacher who, when intorducing herself to a new class, warns that she is very strict and ''will'' find something dreadfully wrong with everyone's works. She goes on to say something along the lines of "I don't expect you to like me; I am here to teach, not to be your best friend" and generally give off the impression that you're going to hate the next week/month/however long the course in question is. Despite all this, she is actually one of the best liked teachers in the school, and isn't anywhere near as horrible as she claims to be. She ''does'' give out a lot of criticism, but none of it unfair, and she does give credit where credit is due.

This troper had one of the most wonderful Biology/Geography teachers in grades 7-9, but her usual substitute was not. For instance, the regular teacher encouraged decoration of notebooks, and this troper has always doodled in class (leading to having to tapdance around ever showing her math notebook to the Math teacher who did not tolerate doodles). The substitute, however, singled people who drew on their notebooks out as problem children, nevermind what our regular teacher hd said.

Speaking of the Math teacher, ''he'' was universally hated by the students and a bad teacher to boot. Basically the only ones doing well in his class were the ones taking additional Math classes with a different teacher, and me (who never paid any attention to him, learning things from the textbook instead) and. He would also snap at his students for not respecting his authority (he was right about that, but at least my class was always quiet and well-behaved in his class). On bad days, he would not tolerate students absent-mindedly swinging their feet under their desks, and yawning or sneezing was right out. Curiously enough, I - usually the one always raising her hand and making her presence known - managed to not make a blip on his radar one way or another, and as such was left well enough alone by the teacher for the most part.

There was also the first Handicraft teacher I ever had, an unreasonable old hag who, for whatever reason, actually took a liking to me and as such wasn't horribile to me, directly. Not all students were that lucky, though. She singled out the one left-handed girl in our class due to her ''own inability'' to teach left-handed knitting. At the same time, the one girl who was even more of a teacher's pet that I ever was got preferential treatment. For instance, there was a piano in the classroom. Both the left-handed girl and the teacher's pet knew how to play the piano, and both would play it without permission when the teacher was away (and she had a habit of disappearing for an hour or longer when we were knitting or doing crochet). If the teacher ever caught Lefty playing the piano, the girl was in for an earful for "getting it out of tune". If it was Pet, however, the teacher would sit down and make a show of how much she enjoyed listening to her play. We were strictly forbidden from knitting/crocheting further than a set amount without showing our progress top the teacher, but with the teacher off to God knows where, we often had the option of just continuing or stopping to stare at the wall until she saw it fit to return. Should we pick the first option, the kids she liked would be praised for being able to knit without supervision, while the kids she didn't like would see their hard work undone much further than was necessary as a punishment.

This troper really had quite a few. 1st there was his 8th grade math teacher, who gave her students so much work they could not keep up at times. To make things worse, she always had a smile-like expression on her face, even when she was mad and yelling...quite creepy. Plus his study hall teacher was literally so angry she wouldn't allow the class to even whisper, and if you did you'd get a yelling at the top of her lungs. In his freshman year, things literally went into this territory. He was stuck in all special-ed classes except for his enrichments and American Society...until I was moved out of there because the teacher was such a crazy liberal he didn't care what students did unless it was illegal. I kid you not. It was so loud and crazy he was glad to be moved-until he found out he'd be taking it with a teacher he was pretty much terrified of. This teacher was not suitable for special-education students, yet he was teaching one. He ridiculed this troper and kicked him out when he so much as tried to participate in a class debate. Things got so bad I was suspended(out of school) the day before the pre-spring break party because I refused to step outside during American Society for debating. Only when Security arrived did I leave. That's how infuriated I was. My parents moved me out of all his classes but nothing really happened to him. And this year(sophomore)this troper is back to normal classes. His Chemistry teacher does things like give lunch detentions for working ahead, make students phone call home while everyone watches if they make remarks, and generally torture them. The good thing is none of this happens to him though.

This troper had had several one as a substitute in fourth grade while my regular was my absolute favorite teacher so far, our substitute made a extremely sensitive girl in my class CRY and had the nerve to tell her to shut up, Go to the Principal's office, and that she won't be attending her "pity party". Even people who didn't like that girl shot mean looks at our sub.

My other is my english teacher who singled out a kid I sit behind as her favorite punching bag. Granted he does talk alot and is annoying at times, she openly supports people picking on him and absolutely does not understand why I don't. Also, don't get me started on my third grade teacher.

This troper had an eighth-grade teacher who decided she wasn't "social" enough... and picked her up and ''carried her'' to the group of bullies she'd spent the last three years abusing her. This is also the one who didn't believe my sister was truly allergic to poultry the day our sandwiches got mixed up. As a bonus of sorts, she was also a woefully inept MisplacedKindergartenTeacher.

This troper had to suffer for most of her time in secondary education from math teachers, who were unable to write legible and made harsh comments when I stated that I couldn't read the writing despite being in the first row (I am visually impaired so I couldn't read things most of the time). I felt utterly worthless and handicapped during their classes. And we had an English teacher, who was prone to sadistic comments and no class passed without him ridiculing someone for a simple mistake.

In one case ThisTroper heard about, the Sadist Teacher's sadism backfired something ugly. He was a gym teacher/chemistry teacher, and anyone who wasn't good in gym was picked on something fierce, and anyone who wasn't good in chemistry got it too. God help anyone struggling with either. It all came crashing down when someone at gym class threw a shotput at the teacher's head. Kid gets charged with attempted murder. Cue dozens of kids on the witness stand, telling the court they wish the thing had connected. After the first hour of testimony was over, school officials and parents wondered what these kids were whining about. After the first ''day'' of death wishes, they were getting worried.

This troper applauds those kids.

In a slight aversion, this troper has had some teachers who were rather mean to some students - but not without some provocation to start with. Having heard how truly horrible my chemistry teacher was from several other students, I was pleasantly surprised to find him to be quite nice and helpful. However - this was only because I actually paid attention in class. He wasn't nearly as nice to the people who were bragging about getting an F in the class and never did their homework, and were deliberately disrespectful at all times. I did, however, have an insane art teacher who, for some reason, liked me but hated the rest of the class. My classmates really didn't like me for the first couple of months, but after I got them all out of trouble (they hadn't actually done anything, she was just nuts) at least once, they liked me quite a bit more.

This troper is known in her school for being quite talented at art, and along with the few most extremely gifted art majors in the school, is the only one who isn't treated with ever so slight disdain by her art teacher. Her teacher recognizes her as a stubborn annoyance, but still seems to place her and the others a cut above the other classmates. Still, she never really realized what kind of reputation her teacher had with non-favored students until she had this conversation with a student in Spanish class:\\ [-"So, what teacher d'ya have for art?"-]\\ [-"Ms. (insert name)."-]\\ [-"Ms. (insert name)? I heard that if you're not good at art, she'll just come out and, like, say your art sucks."-]\\ She also has a tendency to go on long rants, particularly one on why "Art is Like Golf."

This troper has had relatively good luck with teachers, but there have been a couple of exceptions:

In elementary school we had to take a "Spanish class". Spanish teacher was a notorious position at the school because a teacher wouldn't last more than a couple of years before quitting or being fired (probably because we rarely ever learned Spanish in these classes). This troper's Spanish teacher in 3rd 4th grades swore at students, threw pencils and markes at students and even went so far as to throw a student's chair out a window because he wasn't sitting in it right. Surprisingly, Spanish is one of this troper's favorite classes and she is considering becoming a Spanish teacher when she gets older.

In 8th grade, this troper's English teacher was the devil. She made the class fill out a questionaire at the beginning of the year about their past education and family lives, and this troper, who's father is deceased, left the questions referring to him blank. This teacher's response? Ask her about it in front of the entire class. Later in the year, the same teacher asked her in front of the class why her father wouldn't come to watch a class play. This teacher also loved to assign large homework assignments and yell at the class when they couldn't complete them in time or even broke down from the stress. She even talks about students behind their backs when they're absent. It happened to this troper once, but because everyone in the class is her friend (or at least not her enemy) they didn't play her game and told this troper what happened when she got back.

This troper had a History teacher in high school who introduced himself as the strict-but-fair type the first week into term. The week after, the subject became a slow and torturous crawl where he would call us all leeches, deduct grades and compare us to the other section (and vice versa).

This troper had a teacher who was not really a sadist teacher, but still not to nice. Cue to some fun with the class with the teacher giving us riddles and we need to find the solution. (Caesar and Cleopatra lay dead on the ground in a puddle of water. Some glass is shattered around them. Solution: They are goldfishes and the glass fell down) Well, this troper knew the answer and said it and first got praised for being so quick to think, when replying that I knew the answer was I scolded. So comes the next riddle. (A woman sits in a train and drive through a tunnel, the lights go out, you hear a shriek and when the lights go on is the woman dead. What happened? Solution: She thought she was blind again, after having an operation to get her eyesight back, and died from the shock.) I know, not the best riddles but we were only in 5th grade. So I guess, among some others, and get the answer right and then get scolded by the teacher for spoiling the fun for the others.. AFTER 5 minutes of 4 people guessing and the rest just sitting there bored. Yeah, sure. I spoiled it for them so much.

This troper's 8th grade history teacher was one of the most spiteful, unpleasant people I've ever had to deal with. I was in the habit of reading before class started, and this teacher liked to use the first ten minutes of class as his personal soapbox for his opinions on the local basketball team. When I made the mistake of trying to read during this undoubtedly valuable use of class time, he confiscated my book. My mother approached him to get the book back and he told her he would take ''any'' book I had, whether I was reading them or not, including books that were assigned reading from English class. English class was right before history, so I spent the rest of the year sprinting across school to put my books in my locker. He didn't take the assigned books from anyone else, just me. To top all of this, he had a policy where each student had to bring a book to read on test days, in case they finished early. If they didn't bring a book, they would be docked five points. In my class - ''only'' my class, none of the other identical classes he taught several times a day - he changed this point deduction to ten points to try to hurt my grade. I still managed to pull an A in that class, despite his pettiness. My sister also had the misfortune to be in his class and he reduced her to tears on more than one occasion.

This troper has had plenty of bad teachers.

Her first was when she was seven, having had good luck with teachers since kindergarten this troper was somewhat of an optimistic WideEyedIdealist. Her teacher was a pinch-faced no-nonsense drill SERGEANT, who caned her just for answering one of my friend's questions on the base that she was 'talking too loudly in class'. (Note that caning is a normal practice in this troper's primary school.) It still made such a big impact on the troper to the extent that she was unable to speak confidently and made it through two years without speaking more than ten sentences a day. She was transferred to a better class when she was nine, where the troper started to recover. The teacher still teaches at the school, but has a better ATTITUDE now.

Her second experience was when she was twelve. It was her final year at primary school, and she wanted to have good memories. She had a strict but otherwise good-natured Math teacher who sadly retired, and got replaced by a spindly, gangly-looking witch who resembled a cockroach, and the class nicknamed her so. Once this troper didn't have her workbook and the girl behind her offered to share her book with the troper. That was okay, until Miss Roach told the girl to sit back in her place and me to find my book. I told her I didn't have it and I'd scoured my house and bag for it multiple times. She called me 'irresponsible' and unable to look after my work. A boy who I wasn't on good terms with actually stood up for me, and got shouted at. Guess what? ''She had my book the whole time.'' After other similar incidents the class declared war on her. Memorable battles include making insecticide spray can noises when she had her back turned and acting like she was crazy when she asked who made the noise; reading a paragraph about the bad habits of cockroaches while trying to keep a straight face and making sure she got all the UnfortunateImplications; and defying her to the point that she retreated to the office. The class cheered when she did that.

In the same year I also had a Geography teacher nicknamed Miss Pervert. . The nickname came from another class, so I wonder what she did there. To us, she had a habit of making everyone read a page for ten minutes, expect it all to be absorbed into our brains, and give a pop quiz. This troper couldn't get anything and ended up guessing. She failed most of the quizzes, along with plenty other victims. One punishment included doing the hula dance in front of the whole class. We refused to move at all. So then we had to run laps around the building while shaking our hips. This troper didn't give a damn and just started running. Another time, I wasn't allowed to go to the hall (there was a special performance from a local dance troupe) because I didn't hand in my project. Fair, right? She spent the next half an hour berating me on my incompetence. Another boy who was staying back, because he didn't feel too well, gave me a sympathetic look.

This troper will remain mostly silent other than to note that he often feels an UnstoppableRage when thinking of several school teachers he's had, and that his parents can link his mood shift from an optimist to a sarcastic pessimist directly to 6th grade, when I had the nightmare teacher for the second time after 4th grade (jerk switched the grade she taught.) Also, one should note the proper reaction from a teacher after a student is physically assaulted in the lunchroom by football players is not to go over to the assaulter's table and begin laughing about it, and then reprimand the assaulted for being in the way.

I've had a couple. Not nearly as bad as some on this page, but eh. Let's see...

Third grade. My teacher was okay, usually, except she liked punishing students for stupid little things. I once got punished for balancing an eraser on my nose when I was done my work. The worst part was, she never smiled... except when she was giving punishments. It was very disturbing. I told my parents about it, but they didn't believe me because she always seemed so ''nice'' when they went to parent-teacher interviews.

Fifth grade. Teacher was a total bitch, giving out punishments for the most minor infractions. I once came in and accidentally slammed the door. She made me go out and close it again. Despite closing it as gingerly as possible, she made me do it again. I figured this was absolutely ridiculous at this point, and closed the door perfectly normally. I got a detention for my troubles. Of course, sometimes she'd send me into the hall... which, due to the weird layout of the school, was right next to the library. I'd head in, grab a book, read it until she came to verbally beat me down, and get punished again for not sitting and staring at the wall for ten minutes.

In sixth grade, I had quite a reputation for intelligence, despite having moved to the city that year. Since I have extremely good reading comprehension skills, and I was also good at socials, I got sent to a grade 7 class for both of those classes. The teacher there was a freaking nightmare. She actually drove me to tears once. She mocked me for getting teary over a simple project, ignoring my protestations that it was due to a combination of emotional pressure, such as no longer having friends (due to moving) and generally being treated with disdain just for being an intellectual who read a lot.

We once had a substitute teacher, he wasn't exactly sadistic but just ... weird, he thought the moon landings were faked, he claimed that the Regency, all the goverments and underground terrorists were all working together to form a fascist state, and really ticked off our normal teacher by running off with our test results.

In an example of YourMileageMayVary , this troper once had an elementary school teacher who, while generally a good teacher, had absolutely no tolerance for kids disturbing his classes, and would regularly drag the problem children into the hall and beat them to tears. Granted, not many of us particularly liked the kids he beat, and thought of him as a cool teacher for actually standing up to them, making him relatively popular and liked, but looking back at the situation now, he was rather brutal and violent, and should've probably have been reported.

This troper has a rare college example. About a year ago, I had taken a quarter of Math 98 (which, if I'm right, means that anybody who's ever passed 10th-grade math is better than me). Thanks to religious grade note taking, I was pulling a respectable B grade. Usually my schedule is such that I go to work in the early mornings before I go to my classes around noon. Now, on the day of the final, the exam started a half hour or so before the normal class time. I figured that was fine; I knew the material, the testing period was two hours long, and the test itself was the same length as the regular chapter tests. However, when I walked into the classroom, the teacher pulls me aside and says that I can't take the exam. "Why?" I ask, still calm at this point. He answers that because some people have taken the test and left already, I could have gotten answers from them on their way out the door. I explain to him that I had just gotten off work, I was still wearing my sawdust-covered uniform shirt and jacket, and had made a direct beeline from my workplace to the classroom and had spoken to nobody in the interim. He replies that I ''Should Have Arranged For Time Off From Work To Make It To The Test On Time!!!'' I'm still calm at this point, so I whip out my cell phone and offer to call my manager at work to confirm the time I left work, because he obviously thought I was wearing my dirty uniform shirt as a disguise while I quizzed everybody who left the classroom for exam answers. He refuses to hear of it. I ask, okay fine, if this test is shot, how can I make it up? He answers, I can't, because "how is it fair for me to give me extra work?" I was quiet for a moment, letting this sink in, before I ask, "So what you're telling me...is that you're making me fail this test, and therefore this course, over a matter of thirty minutes?" He answers, "'Fraid so", and walks back into the classroom.

At this point, I'm pretty pissed. So I take my phone and dial my work anyway. And I walk back into the classroom, where the teacher is just now sitting back at his desk. I go over to stand next to him while I ask for my manager on the phone. Naturally, he tries to interrupt, so I turn and tell him (quietly, so as not to disturb the other test-takers), "Would you excuse me, please? I'm trying to make a phone call". To that, he says that he's going to '''call campus security''' if I don't leave. "Okay", I tell him, before my manager comes on the line and I ask her to comfirm that I had gotten off the clock a half hour or so earlier. I hold out my phone for the teacher to take, but he's too busy trying to have me thrown out of the building to care. I hang up and pull a seat until the campus guard (really nice lady) shows up. He wants her to make me leave and I explain no, not until I get to take the exam that I paid $250+ to take. All three of us step outside to explain the situation. Alas, she says that the teacher's rules are the law in his classroom, so I agree to leave. I tell her (with the teacher still in earshot) that since I now have an extra hour's worth of free time, I'll go ahead and head home and write up letters of complaint for the math department head, the academic head, the chancellor and vice-chancellor of the campus, and the president of the university. And since the quarter was ending with a couple weeks until the next one, I now had the time to devote towards making this man's life a living hell. After about a total of five hours' worth of phone calls and more letters and emails than Andy wrote in TheShawshankRedemption, I finally got resolution in the form of a refund for that course and the expungement of the failing grade from my GPA. The teacher himself didn't get punished, but it was enough that he had to spend a good portion of his spring break and part of the next quarter dealing with my grievances.

Quite frankly, you were in the wrong here. You *should* have arranged to either a take time off of work beforehand or take the test at a different time. I refuse to believe that, as a college student, you didn't know that as it's standard policy. Had I been in charge, you'd get no refund, no expunging of you're well-deserved failing grade and letter telling you to grow up and stop wasting my time.

I have to agree with the troper above. That teacher wasn't sadistic, he was following standard (and perfectly reasonable, IMO) policy not to admit students who show up late. If you couldn't be bothered to come take an exam on time, you damn well deserved your failing grade.

As others have said, standard procedure is you notify the college prof ahead of time that you will be late. It's his discretion as to whether he makes any alternative arrangements, such as letting you take the test at a different time, or letting you take an alternative test. If he doesn't, you have to take the time of work. Just showing up was very naive. Any institution would have supported him, and you got refunded not because you were in the right, but because they wanted you to stop complaining.

I didn't get along with my second-grade teacher, and she always criticised me for the way I held my pencil, even though my handwriting was better than most of my classmates. I usually called her "the witch".

This editor has unfortunately known several of these, too.

He knew two 4th grade substitute teachers, who were pretty much complete jerks. The first one was completely lacking in enthusiasm, gave a creepy glare for little reason and never hesitated to spit hurtful remarks ''to put pupils in their right places''. The second one, who taught us in history, was the complete opposite. She was overenthusiastic and automatically assumed everyone was interested in her ridiculous-sounding stories, which took up more time than actual teaching and weren't even that interesting. If someone presented a reasonable question, she yelled at them at the top of her lungs or even dragged them to principal's office. Afterwards she would give th whole class an overblown morality preach, even if no one truly had done anything wrong.

While teachers on 6th grade were mostly wonderful, decent or at least tolerable, there was this one teacher at handiworks class, who was a huge jerkass. He demanded excellent results at first try and if you failed, he loved to snipe at you in a snide, sometimes downright humiliating way. It was a wonder if he didn't manage to make your blood boil. At best his lessons were anxious waiting for the next lesson, at worst nightmarishly exhausting. Weirdly, he later became a subversion, when my working skills improved. He even openly praised me once(although I did check that it wasn't irony, sarcasm or a stealth insult).

On 8th grade there was a substitute teacher in religional education, who was pretty much everything you would dread in a teacher: an unconvincing posture, godawful haircut, way too old-fashioned clothes for his kind of man(he looked somewhere between 20-25), unshaven, dorky expression and indescribable creepy air. He was really, reaallly annoying---and needlessly verbally sadistic. He would insult pupils wihtout even noticing, and if someone called him out on it, he would either yell them shut up or threaten to report them for ''harassing''. He was the target of loathing for a reason. Luckily, he taught us only two or three lessons.

This troper finds this page to be incredibly depressing, and so is here to provide you with something a little nicer. When he was in the 11th grade, this troper had a right bastard of a teacher who loved to tease his students. The class was a mandatory spare period for all students to attend, where you would have to read for ten minutes, then work on all your other schoolwork. It was a good class in theory, but it left the supervising teacher with nothing to do. Our supervising teacher hated the class, and refused to help students who asked for his help. Instead, he would talk to them about minor things, such as how drunk he was over the weekend, or make fun of students. No one believed us when we told the princepal this, so he got away with it for months. Finally, after months of listening to this man insult and belittle students who needed help with their work, I had had enough. I came into school with my mp3 player set to record, and picked a desk right near his. When he began to insult a girl who needed help with her math, I started recording everything. He went on like this for about ten minutes with other students before I asked to go to the office. When he asked why, I showed him my mp3 player. Protocol was for teachers to ask for it, and students who didn't comply were to be immediatly sent to the office. He asked for my mp3 player, and I refused. I told him that it was evidence of his harassment of the students. He demanded it again, but I reminded him that the protocol was for the teacher to ask once, then send the student to the office. The mp3 was still recording when he began to yell at and threaten me, physically stopping me from leaving the room. After telling him that I was still recording, and that there was a room full of witness to the way he had just grabbed me, he stood stunned. I walked out and presented my recording to the princepal. After that, the students who had complained about him were believed. I was not a witness to his punishment, but he did not return to school for several months, and we were assigned a new, helpful teacher. When he finally returned to school, we shared a moment alone in the hall. He asked me if I was still a slacker failure, to which I responded "No sir. In fact, all of your students have been thriving since you were...discharged, was it?" So there is my little message of hope to you all. People can be right bastards and abuse their students, but it's always possible to fight back.

(GeorgeUK) This troper's year six English Teacher wasn't very nice. Let's just start by stating that this troper absolutely DESPISES being shouted at, and that handwriting without smudges wasn't his strong point. Also, the said teacher was a stickler for neat writing. About midway through his first term, he was taken out of the class and berated for at least five minutes, culminating in being threatened with having to see the headmaster if it didn't improve. Luckily, he left at the end of the year, and this troper had a much nicer English teacher. Fast forward six years, and the said Teacher returned. Luckily, by now this troper was spending his A-level year in a Hampshire public school. (More on that in a moment). But the memory still lives on, in that this troper's mother still managed to rant about said teacher after hearing he'd returned. Did I mention he looked like Goldfinger?

The headmaster had a habit of keeping the entire school in at break. One time, the loos were smashed up, and his method was to ask everyone what they were doing at that time. Fair enough, after all, you're innocent until proven guilty in the UK, and this troper was in the clear. However, he also tended to keep the school in because the cloakrooms were untidy. The sting? He was a keen West Ham United supporter, and it almost ''always'' seemed to happen when his team were having a bad run. Possibly a coincidence, but it's still a bitter pill for this troper.

And now we fast forward to July 2008, and a tale regarding the Senior Management Team (Headmaster, Deputy Head and...third-in-command guy) at this troper's final school. This troper had just finished his A-levels, and was looking forward to the leaving ceremony, including a party (which he intends to use to celebrate his 18th birthday, which was some four days previously), a concert, a final goodbye to all the students, a play and a buffet lunch. Now, on Monday, there was a table supper of sorts, including cheeses, fruit, cold meats, Water, Orange Juice and enough alcohol to supply an army. Then, at two o' clock in the morning, the alarm on one of the doors which divides the boys' area and girls' area goes off. Cue the party being struck off as a collective punishment ''even though someone confessed to setting it off''. It's not the first time, either. Somthing similar had happened six and a half months before, almost ruining this troper's brother's birthday (His year had been gated for a week, preventing him from buying a present). So naturally, the year rebels. After the play, they go to protest on the Football (Soccer for you Americans) pitches. This troper, understandably furious, gets involved too. The following day, he realises, being told by the Latn/Greek/Classics teacher (His father) that the final goodbyes and buffet lunch had been cancelled, due to "hostile and personal attacks on staff", even though nothing personal and hostile was said. This troper ''literally'' lost his rag completely, cursing the Senior Management Team to high heaven. The concert went ahead (albeit illicitly), but nine and a half months on, this troper still hasn't forgiven them, and doubts that he ever will. As of 2010, the headmaster has taken complete control of the school and become more like a dictator, while the deputy has got a job at a school in York, at the other end of England. So if anyone at St Peter's School is reading this, I pity you.

From all of this troper's experience, having unusual disabilities makes one an AcceptableTarget for the most "tolerant" and liberal of teachers.

This Troper's third grade teacher told two of her students, myself included, that their artwork looked like trash and "stupid scribbles" because it wasn't realistic. Apparently she forgot that both of us had pretty severe motor skill problems, for which at least this troper spent several years of occupational therapy trying to overcome just to do simple things like being able to properly use a pencil. She also yelled at this troper in front of her class for not eating the cheese on her pizza, even though the texture of cheese makes her sick, and accused her of ensuring the death of the planet by filling up the landfills of the world with wasted food. .

My 9th grade English teacher excluded me and only me from participating in a class reading of the Greek tragedy Medea - even as part of the Greek chorus - for not being able to talk correctly because of my facial structure (I have a cleft lip and palate, and a rare skin condition which has resulted in me having no more than 6 teeth). This is despite the fact that I participated more than anyone in class, and no one actually had trouble understanding me despite my speech impediment. The guy was fired that year, not for that but for numerous other things, but in my last year of high school was hired back after the one good English teacher I had had in that school was fired over a false accusation for sexual harassment by another student with a grudge. He continued to make snide comments about me until graduation.

This is not counting all the teachers who saw and heard other students bullying me for my appearance and/or mental difficulties and nonetheless punished me for striking back, or even for avoiding the people who were picking on me by hiding in the library, without even bothering to say anything to the offender. The post-Columbine hysteria about misfits turned violent allowed any number of close-minded authoritarians to "legitimately" punish this "problem child" for standing up for herself or running away from pain.

This troper will admit that her examples are nowhere near as extreme as some on this page, but she has special grudges against two of her elementary school enrichment teachers, her music teacher and, in later years, the school librarian. Both were the kind of teacher who insisted to each class that they were her ''worst class ever'' and ''worse than the kindergarteners'', and as this troper was rather [[strike:sensitive]] gullible, she believed them every year. However the librarian has an extra-special place in this troper's heart: when I was already having a not-fantastic day and had band class during orchestra, the librarian threatened to keep my class in at lunch for misbehaving. I started crying. When my friend tried to point this out the librarian, she was told to, "Shut up! I don't want to hear your voice!" Fantastic.

Doubly subverted for me in middle school. I had a computer teacher who initially was extremely mean to us students, while showing off her software that allowed her to view what every computer in the classroom was doing, then take control away from the student and close everything non-school related, as well as taking everyone's screen to show us something (usually something useless). Then, I had an algebra teacher who seemed nice, understanding, and wanting to help people who needed it. Over the next two weeks, the computer teacher became nice; she stopped enforcing rules and let us do fun stuff, while the algebra teacher stopped offering extra help and multiplied the homework amount by four, while making the material more difficult (in part because she made what she was saying more difficult to understand).

This troper's high school chemistry teacher. She seemed like a pretty nice lady, but then when this troper came in to see blood on the floor, and the teacher happily smiling that she hit a student on the head with the book (they're thick and hardcovered!) because they wouldn't shut up, and they had a nosebleed. A "nosebleed"... riiiight. *shudder*

This troper had a passive-sadistic eighth grade math teacher who was literally only allowed to stay at the school because of tenure because she refused to explain anything a student didn't get after hearing it once in class, preferring to spend the rest of the time activey deriding anyone who wasn't her precious grandchild. However, she was completely overshadowed by the Sadist Vice Principal the troper had for the following year and a half. The vice principal divided students into three categories: those she liked, those she disliked, and those she hated. Students she liked would automatically be dropped of any charges of bullying, and if they had been picking a fight with a student she hated, ''the other student'' would be blamed for the entire incident. This troper was placed at the bottom of her list of hated students based purely on reputation, thanks to barely-controlled Asperger's Syndrome and possible ADD, and refused permission (by her, naturally) to transfer to another vice principal. Where the school guidelines would call for detention, even in the (admittedly few) situations such as the above where had been attacked first and never retaliated, she would order him suspended for the maximum duration allowed. When his protests were finally paid attention to, she would use the time before parents or other authorities arrived at her office to mentally and emotionally torture him into crying, then use it as an excuse to suspend him for having outbursts and being emotionally unfit for school even when proven innocent of the original charge. In year 2, he had to drop out and test into college as soon as he was legally able, since she had decided that he had become more of a liability than she cared to deal with and should be permanently expelled. It was only later that the troper hear stories from other students who had been tormented by her.

I had a batshit insane gym teacher. Any number of horror stories come from the kids at my (old) school. For example, he forced a girl to run the mile after breaking her leg during the first lap. She has terrible damage to her leg now. Another girl tore both her hamstrings and had to do gym anyways. This almost permanently crippled her. What's more, she had a note excusing her from gym, and he didn't accept it and let her out of class. And now, to the examples that happened to me. I have bad joints, and now they are even worse. During the mile, my knee did something funny, and I could barely walk. He came over and yelled at me that I would get an F if I didn't start 'goddamn running'. He wasn't even a licensed gym teacher! (This was private school.) What was worse? We didn't get any water, rest, warmups, cooldowns, or breaks. You cry, you die (your grades, anyways.)

This Troper took a great Japanese class for a few years in junior high. The ''problem'' was that the teacher was actually at another school; she taught us by broadcasting the lesson, we communicated by filming the class live and talking through microphones, and since the school wouldn't leave us 'unsupervised', we had to have a teacher sitting in. Unfortunately, one year they picked a lazy BitchInSheepsClothing who treated that class as her 'goofing off time'. We weren't supposed to have any drinks, yet she always came in with a sloshing mug of coffee, ''if'' she bothered showing up at all -- a lot of times she was late, leaving us locked out of the classroom, and if she had a sub, she ''never'' told them about us, meaning we were stranded out there until the janitor found us and helped out. The sadism part came in when I stood up to her once: another classmate had a canned soda in a pouch in the back of his backpack, she noticed and started raking him over the coals, I stepped in and pointed out he hadn't opened it, and the computers were in far more peril from her daily coffee mug, and had she forgotten the rules applied to her too? From the way she freaked out, you'd think I'd done something far worse. She even tried to have me ''suspended from school for 'insubordination''', and left a ''looong'' rant on my parents' answering machine telling them what a horrible child I was and how I wouldn't amount to anything. (And I was normally a teacher's pet... just not hers.) Thankfully, when we went to the principal and he heard exactly ''how'' she treated us, plus the tape of the rant... I didn't get punished at all. Aside from the little fact that he didn't replace her as our in-class teacher, meaning she was cold and nasty to me the rest of the year. I'm just glad she didn't have any control over our grades; otherwise I'm sure she would've flunked me for pure spite...

This Troper's music teacher used to give him a hard time every class, telling him how horrible he was at the subject and humiliating him in front of his classmates since 1st Grade due to his lack of talent for the recorder. He even recalls one time when he looked so quickly at three notes he messed them up and she actually sent his best friend to bring up his sister to tell her the notes to embarrass him, but his friend saying that he wanted her instead of the teacher wanting her. Her words to him after being thwarted, "You're lucky."

This troper's elementary school had a legendary sadist music teacher. It all started back in third grade, the new (at this point) teacher handed everyone new music books. As the kids browsed through them, someone found the lyrics for the Happy Days theme, and got the class to start singing it. We sounded pretty good for a bunch of unorganized eight-year-olds, but the teacher was having none of this "expression", so she took away the books for fear we might find a song we like and sing it! She made us all sing songs better suited for someone half our age, Took the whole "war on christmas" thing to heart and never gave us any "holiday" songs to sing (Ironically, the christmas carols were among the Jewish kids favorite things to sing) arranged the "flag day ceremonies" to take place in the parking lot during the hottest day of the year and not provide any water or assistance to whoever might pass out, organized ridiculous concerts for our parents, got one kid suspended when he dare show any amount of humor, the works! She was so bad, the ENTIRE SCHOOL, parents, ex-students, and siblings of current students included, celebrated when she finally retired!

This troper's geometry teacher likes to pretend he's a sadist teacher, but he's a cool guy, albeit, a bit brutally honest at times.

This Troper was violently backhanded into a clothes rack by her grade 3 handicraft teacher. The teacher wasn't even disciplined because she was about to retire anyway. Another of her teachers nearly drove her to suicide... at the age of 12. Needless to say, this troper hated school with the passion of a thousand supernovae.

This Troper had a teacher who liked to think she was a sadist teacher, but other than screaming the lessons at us (yes, screaming), she never really did anything mean.

This troper's fifth grade teacher obviously played favorites with certain particularly academic students in her class. That's not the issue. The issue was that she would purposely pit all of her students against each other when it came to academics. One example: When this usually book dumb troper got a surprisingly high mark in a social studies test, the teacher asked her to come to the front of the classroom and told her, quite loudly, that her mark surpassed even that of another student who had the reputation of being the teacher's absolute favorite student due to her intelligence. This troper, rather than being flattered, became quite fearful for her life when the aforementioned student gave her a look that promised pain and suffering as long as they were in the same class. Needless to say, this troper doesn't have a lot of fond memories of her elementary school years.

This Troper has a tale of a sadist teacher that isn't all that sadistic, just...overbearing. This troper Loved to read when he was a youngin'. He was a readin' fool. He got his reader from the first grade class, and was supposed to read from it everyday. But he was curious what was in it *now* ! So he just read the whole lot right then and there. The teacher couldn't believe this. So she said "Alright then. Since he's *read* it all. He'll just write it all down. Hand written. Page a day." Number one: I'm a kid, while I love to read (Its fun!) Writing, sucks ass. Its not fun. Its boring. you have to bend over, scrunch up and make wriggly lines over and over. You can't even draw anything! boooooring! Number two: Just because I can read like that, doesn't mean I can WRITE like that. Reading and Writing are sadly, not hooked up like understanding and speaking a language usually are. Like for example, I can usually understand cursive, But I don't know how to write it very well. She refused to let me do it on the computer, which would have allowed me to do it faster, give me more time to have fun afterwards and make it FUN! WEE! I get to push buttons! This is fun! Nope. Had to be written. So we transferred to a better teacher. END PART ONE

PART DUEX. Then...my second grade teacher. Mrs. Long... She played mental games with the class. We were never as good as her last class. They were 'the perfect class'. Everybody had watched them go past and said "There goes Mrs. Long's perfect Class." If we as a class did something good. We were rewarded with "Now you're acting like the class I should have." If we did something 'bad'. "You're nothing at all like the 'perfect class'." It was drilled into our heads. "MATH IS HARD." Even though before I entered the class, I was doing double digit math easily. (thank you Super Solvers games.) She would randomly go off into tangents about other things....Why on earth do you have to talk to a class full of kids about a puppy you adopted before it was ready to be weaned and dies because it needed its mother's milk? That's just stuff that'll scar kids minds. At one point we were going to make one of those 3D paper cut outs of a Dinosaur, and one of the kids accidently cut off two of the tabs. Cue masssive rage storm from her. And apparently she throws it all away. She brings the kid in front of the class and says its *ALL HER FAULT* . Even I, at that age thought it was unfair to her and wished I could do something. At the end of it all, I ended up coming out and being homeschooled, because she treated us pretty bad. Not as bad as most of the people here...but pretty bad...I'm sorry for most of the people on the list...wish I could do something.

Suberversion - this troper's gigantic, Russian, and ''infamously'' cruel eighth grade science teacher turned out to be more of JerkWithAHeartOfGold. At the end of the year, he congratulated us all for surviving his class - he was apparently testing us and said that if we could survive his class, we would do just fine in high school. He even pulled a couple of us aside, said we were some of the brightest kids he'd ever had and gave us handshakes. Sadly, that was his last year teaching.

This troper had the worst music teacher ever. She would constantly deliver Why You Suck speeches to all her students, thus taking up 65% of the class time with idiotic rants. We weren't even allowed to LOOK HER IN THE EYES, because it was considered "disrespectful". Interestingly, we were also yelled at for looking at other students, the floor, wall, etc because that would mean we "weren't paying attention". WHERE THE HELL WERE WE SUPPOSED SUPPOSED SUPPOSED SUPPOSED SUPPOSED TO LOOK?!

Okay I had a third grade teacher who was an absolute bitch just to me. She didn't care that I have a physical disability that can make writing extremely long essays a slow and rather painful task, or writing quickly impossible, she didn't care that I absolutely had to miss every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon of class because of physical therapy and thus often didn't have a clue about those days' afternoon lessons. She didn't care that I often didn't get my assigned homework done Monday and/or Wednesday nights because of occupational therapy or on Tuesday night because of a therapy program I went to or the fact that I have a very weak bladder because of my disability and thus had to use the bathroom 3+ time a day plus going at recesses and before I went to school in the morning. No, she berated me, sent me to time out during recess and called my folks when I didn't get my work done in the given amount of time. Then when I had an accident (the number 1 kind, I've never had a #2 accident) she mocked me and often had me sit in the mess until a given amount of time passed (usually an hour or so by which time my mess smelt, even though I had repeatedly asked her permission to use the restroom multiple times before making said mess). Incidentally, God forbid that the mess was big enough to leak onto the carpet because, as I couldn't get down myself, she made my best friend in that hell of a class scrub it clean! She kept detergent and a sponge in her supply closet-thingy just for that purpose. You know why she passed me? She didn't want to deal with my quote "Incompentent, disobedient, disruptive behavior in class". Needless to say I came home in tears almost every other day that year.

Then there was my 6th math teacher, same school, who pretty much did the same. Except this time she was able to mock my poor math skills and my clinical depression (although it had not been officially DIAGNOSED at that point) too to the point where I seriously thought about offing myself more than once. Why did she pass me? She didn't want to deal with my "Incompentent, disobedient, disruptive behaviour in class".

This troper heard of a school in 110 degree summers left water fountains AND AC broken for four months straight, where it really gets into Sadist Teacher territory is the PE teacher who forced a kid with heart problems on one of the hottest days of the year with no way to cool off or get water, AND had a letter from his doctor excusing him PE to do sprint runs. Said kid DIED. And this was in the news.

(Sorry I edited yours a little so that the link worked.) Please tell me he was punished. If not, I'll lead the angry mob. If that's been done, please tell me he's rotting in hell. Please?

This troper had an utterly unbelievable science teacher who fit into the mold of most MadScientist and Evilutionary Biologists. He once saw a girl's dog, and offered, "You know, I could neuter that animal...it will not cost anything, after all, anesthetics are not necessary." The girl screamed and ran away with her dog from the frightening man. Other antics include rather unsanitary experiments. It came as no surprise to learn he was wanted for illegal activities in Britain and France. His name was just John Asmith.

This troper's older uncles and aunt went to catholic school in Europe. No, not nuff said...they were in there in the 50s and 60s. Now I've said enough. My aunt reportedly still has the scars. Oops...TooMuchInformation.

This troper had a college professor who was female, young (in her mid-20s), pretty, and behaved as if she needed to compensate for it so we'd take her seriously. After only two days in the class, she had this troper wishing he was good at drawing, just so he could draw up a political cartoon-style caricature of her, wearing black leather and carrying a whip, screaming her trademark "LISTEN UP!", and anonymously leave it on her desk. She found some way to bring up her boyfriend at least once per class, (so that none of the male students would get the wrong idea?) and blatantly favored two female students--who, to be fair, were both much better than the rest of us at the subject--to the exclusion of all the rest of us. She also behaved like a total Straw Liberal, even at one point coming out and asking if any of us were Republicans "or even a little bit conservative." This troper responded by asking if it counts that he thinks that Democrats and Republicans are both right about half the time and wrong the other half. Wrong thing to say. Oh, and the best part? After managing to survive four months of this woman's idiocy--for which I'm now paying the student loan company back at a rate of approximately $90/hour--with my grade relatively intact, I ended up getting her for another class the next semester. With the same two teacher's pet girls also in it.

Until the 1980s or so, physical punishments in schools were not uncommon in Turkey. It could be as mild as slapping or pinching but This Troper heard stories of some teachers going overboard with the treatment. What made it worse? Particularly in schools of rural or urban poor demographics, such action was considered (somewhat) acceptable. There was no law saying teachers could or could not do that and parents would not know about such details explicitly but it was an open secret of sorts. The teacher was seen as a figure of discipline in the same way parents were. Thankfully I never witnessed or experienced the heavy stuff myself.

A politics/history lecturer {{This Troper}} had in the university went between a {{Stern Teacher}} and this. He was a tough but generally fair grader and once you got to know him and get used to his lecturing style, his classes were informative and throughly enjoyable. The sadism came from the fact that he was a supreme cynic and a {{Deadpan Snarker}}. He made it no secret that we're just students ("Nobody cares about the opinions of undergraduates") and took a particular pleasure dismantling Smug or idealistic students until their confidence was crushed and they remembered why they are students. Oh, and woe upon you if you misword your question or use an anachronistic term (use "Nation" to describe anything before the 19th Century and you better have a good exit strategy. Use "Nation" to describe ''anything'' before 1648 and you might as well cut yourself to little pieces and place yourself between his jaws).

Gosh, this page makes my teachers look nice! Anyway, here they are:

I had a teacher in 3rd grade, when I was in Montessori school.who was very religious. She told us that Halloween was the devil holiday(that is a common belief in Baptist churches in the South), that God would strike us down with lightning if we were bad, that evolution didn't happen. Basically she was like an uber-conservative. She also yelled at us to shut up. Not a big deal right? Except when you're dealing with 6-9 year olds! She also made us write lines(i.e I will not do X) one time until she came back from somewhere. She had the lunch lady watch us.

I also had a teacher in 6th grade who, while not as bad as the 3rd grade one, was just as crazy. If you even remotely seemed like you could be possibly breaking the rules, she sent you to the principal. Any rule. If the principal said she had to kill us all, she'd probably do it She also took off if you were supposed to be underlining something and you went slightly off the word. If the computer labs were full, and we had to write out our final drafts, she made us do it in pen and we couldn't make more than two mistakes. Our class probably killed the entire rainforest trying to get that right. And worst of all, in 8th grade I had her husband for math! He asked the people who had her what we thought. We were all sitting there looking at each other, trying to say something without insulting her.

Then, in 7th and 8th grade, I had Coach M. Coach M seemed to care only about me. Tons of girls walked out of the dressing room before and sat on the bleachers without doing their warmups. The moment I walked out and at least did half a jumping jack(it can be done) and 1 and 3/4 of a lap, she would yell "You didn't do your warm-ups!" while ignoring the other people. Also, one time I was walking instead of running like she asked us to, and she yelled at me when ''all of my friends'' were not running either. Coach M also made us do Fitness Fridays. One time we had to do every exercise imaginable and some that weren't. If someone out of the 40 person class was not doing it correctly, we had to do 10 more seconds. One time we had to do relays. We would hop on one leg on one line, then crab walk backwards on another, then leap frog on another, then sprint. If someone wasn't doing it right, TOO BAD! Another lap for your group!

This troper wants little more in life than to be a teacher. However, she is terrified beyond words that she will end up like one of the examples on this page.

If you're worried you'll turn into a sadist teacher, you're not sadist teacher material. True sadist teachers don't care what their students think of them or are worried that they might be too harsh or controlling.

It may be unintentional, but my band teacher gets us out on the field at 2 in the afternoon with a water break like every hour or so. He is now in big trouble because of that. And in Texas, going out at that time is like committing suicide with a slow painful death. He also said "If you think you're working hard, you're mistaken!" when two of us have nearly fainted and one of us has fallen over and couldn't stand steadily afterwards. My brother also had a Spanish teacher that failed you on a paper if you made a mistake.

This troper had a science teacher who lasted less than a semester. Why? She was a terrible teacher, she displayed blatant favoritism, she failed a friend of mine on a test because his mother complained. And she HATED this troper. I am normally one of those quiet genius types who gets A's in science classes by showing up, but I barely scrapped an A because she failed me on a few HW assignments 'because she couldn't read my handwriting'. And when someone else said that it was perfectly legible, she yelled at him to shut up. And she sent me to guidance for emotional issues. Admittedly, I was having emotional issues, but I was shaking in anger and crying BECAUSE OF HER! I had NO issues with my other classes whatsoever, and hadn't since... oh... ever. And she was blaming it on me. She got fired because the school got sick of parents complaining daily. Oh, and she made several mistakes grading one of my tests and refused to fix them. I am SO GLAD she was fired before the semester exam. On the other hand, I've had multiple history teachers who've subverted Sadist Teacher: they pretend to be mean and they insult us a lot but it's very affectionate insulting, if we're having problems they help us, and they're extremely good teachers (90-something percent pass rates on the AP history tests.) So Yeah.

this troper has had quite a few, most of them PE teachers, but the one subversion is my 6-8 grade music teacher, who was somewhat mean and insulting, but i was on good terms with him, because i am somewhat naturally gifted with music, and understood where he was coming from, considering most of the other students. teens and preteens can be slightly bitchy.

This troper's 3rd grade language arts teacher was an old woman whose standards were from a different era, if you so much as missed only 3 out of 20 spelling words (B+ by most standards), you lost 1 recess for that day. She also treated the most conformist students in that class with special privlages, and also acted like she was yelling all the time, but fortunately one of my classmates had powerful friends (her uncle was the vice principal), and was sent to anothber school.

Same troper as above, His 6th grade math teacher singled him out for most of that teacher's taunts, and she had a reputation for chasing misbehaving students with a hockey stick and conducted routine desk inspections, desks that she deemed too messy were simply opened up and simply tipped over, spilling their contents all over the floor, two students tried to return the favor and were promptly sent to the principal's office

This troper's 8th grade history teacher had a reputation of making him stay 5 minutes after school for coming in as little as 3 SECONDS after the bell started ringing, despite the fact that his previous class was at the other end of a very long hallway, with only four minutes between classes. On the second to the last day of school, he suffered a mouth injury and had a grossly swollen lower lip, one student called him "Fat lip, Fat lip" right in the middle of class, so he promptly got slugged, the teacher sent me to the office, when he showed her the swollen lip, she simply said, "I don't care!" she later sent half the class to the office for being insubordinate for standing up for me.

I have a weird and rare inversion. To be clear, I was quite an impossible kid in my younger years and not very emotionally mature, so almost ''every'' teacher seemed sadistic to me. Only exception was our biology teacher, who was remarkably patient and kind with everyone. When I met an actual sadist teacher, it didn't make any slightest difference to me.

In 6th grade, I had this science teacher I often forget the name of. She had this huge thing of ending every test once the '''FIRST or SECOND PERSON FINISHED'''. This meant that most people never finished her tests, and people who worked slowly failed. Combine my "Devil-may-care" attitude with the fact I took my time meant I barely passed her class. When I got up fed up with a lesson, knowing that that wouldn't pass the following exam, I threw the textbook behind me. It flew past the teacher's face, and I was rejoiced as hero. Why? I nearly hit the teacher everyone hated.

This troper has a couple teachers. She could give a long rant that AynRand would balk at for any and all of them, but finds it is better just to give examples (chronological order): PE teachers: contest for who can give out the most F's. Math teacher: caused at least two breaking down into tears because her class was that scary (this troper and someone she knows). No, she didn't treat everyone like that, just people on either side of the bell curve. Social Studies teacher (who was also her homeroom, which meant 5/8 periods were spent with him that year): a kid was leaning back in his chair. The teacher warned him twice, saying that it was dangerous. The third time? He pulled the seat out from under the student, dumping him suddenly on the floor. Homeroom: If someone was talking, it was the girls. If someone was doing anything else bad, the boys. Asians are superior in intelligence and nothing else matters. Wanna guess her ethnicity? Science: He gave kids a 'choice'. One lunch detention (which are very specifically against the rules) or two+ regular detentions and see him after class, when he has time...y'know at lunch. He would then go on to keep kids in so long that the cafeteria would have closed. When this troper informed him of what he was doing? He laughed and said, "Good," in the most condescending voice imaginable. He later 'explained' that he wasn't keeping kids in for longer than five minutes ''while keeping me in for longer than that.'' None of those would have bothered her as much if any of those people were effective teachers. Incidentally, yes, they are all still working at the school that was employing them. Even the one the school promised wouldn't (science).

This troper had an English teacher in her senior year of high school who fit this. One of my classmates said that the teacher had kicked her out of class because the girl's clothes "personally offended" the teacher (the classmate in question wore clothes that could be considered Hot Topic punk, and she had a few extra earrings). When I took her class, nearly every day the teacher would go on rants about how, when we failed the class, we shouldn't go home crying to our parents that "Mean Ms. [Teacher's Name] just doesn't like me." The woman marked down one of my essays for using a ''comma'' in a sentence where I could have either left the comma in or out. She gave me a grade that amounted to a D on a progress report once, even though I'd handed in every single assignment during the period except for one that I'd missed because I'd been out sick. The kicker? I was one of the only students in the class of twelve who consistently got As the entire year, and at the end of the year the teacher wrote all of us notes and said that she admired my personal strength or something like that.

I had a 2nd grade teacher who seemed nice at the start of the school year, but quickly turned mean. I was creative and somewhat artistic, and drew animal tracks, and things of that sort. The teacher noticed me drawing when I "should have been paying attention" (which I actually was), tilted my desk and dumped all of my papers out onto the floor. After that, she took me out into the hall, spanked me really hard and for so long that in that period of time I had trained myself not to feel pain while she spanked me, and asked if it hurt. I, being somewhat naive, answered no. She spanked me MUCH harder than before. After she was done, she took me back inside, tore up one of my papers(she threw the rest in the trash), stuck it in a jar, lit it on fire, and had the whole class watch it. The rest of the time (when she talking to both or either of my parents), she said nothing but good things about me(she's so smart, she makes such good grades, etc..). After that year I turned way more introverted than I had been before. (Thankfully, she's retired now.) And in 6th grade, my math teacher was way better than her, but she was still pretty mean. One day at lunch I was so bored after eating that I stuck a napkin in my peach juice and watched it. She stands up, and screams my name across the lunchroom. We (Me and everybody that I was sitting with) were very confused. After lunch she takes me out of the classroom and scolds me for "Eating like a dog!" (I guess it looked like that up at the teachers' table.)

This Troper has another subversion/aversion: Her guitar tutor. He enjoys fancying himself as a drill sergeant, but is really a very, very nice, cool guy who is well-liked by the majority of his students, this Troper included, if the various cards and drawings on his door are any indication. The most sadistic thing he's ever done to this Troper so far is give her so many tab sheets, she has a stack as thick as one of her own lesson books.

YonTroper has two examples, and one subversion.

First was my Year 8 English teacher. He had this strange tendency to get distracted in the middle of a sentence like, "Today, class... (long pause)... we'll be starting a unit about Macbeth." He was also a completely useless teacher (for the aforementioned Macbeth unit, we spent four weeks watching the movie, and only analyzed two scenes in the whole play). If anybody tried to call him on this, like when I asked "When do we start the scene analysis?" he'd just scream at you. And I mean SCREAM. Sometimes it was just wordless. We kept having to do the same things over and over again, and sometimes he'd just wander out in the middle of the lesson and leave us alone. (EDIT: There was one good thing about him. When we were looking at the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, he played the Iron Maiden song in class. That helps a lot, believe me.)

Then there was my Year 9 Science teacher. He actually liked me, and I liked him. He's a good teacher and I learned a lot from him... but when he was angry, he was ANGRY. He yelled at me for forgetting two homeworks in a row, which is fair, except he kept going for ten minutes and ended by saying "If I wanted to work with cows, I would have been a farmer." When I missed a homework for being ill, he gave to me this whole huge booklet, and told me to do it in one night. I wrote for four hours, then my hand cramped up.

My current biology teacher fancies himself as one of these, threatening to bite students' heads off if they forget homework and setting a large homework due for the next day. Unfortunately, he rarely goes through with his detention threats, sometimes forgets to take in homework, and does not actually make us do a huge amount in class (just lots of note-taking).

Subverted or inverted or I'm not really sure. Basically the only Drama teacher at our school manages to act like one of these, making us embarass ourselves and each other in front of the class... Without being an asshole. Of course, being a Drama teacher, if he didn't embarass us in front of the class, he would be doing his job wrong.

You didn't happen to go to high school in Lee County Georgia, did you? Cause that eerily sounds like my drama teacher-a bit of a hardass, but still likable (and inspired a lot of kids to start donating blood when they're old enough).

I've heard stories about an evil French teacher that kicks her students out for eating pretzels and takes off points on a test if their capital Is don't have lines on the top and bottom. The HappyEnding is that I don't take French (I heard the stories in my Spanish class)

Subverted by this troper's current tenth grade history teacher, who is absolutely hilarious and happens to be one of her favorite teachers, but anyone unaware of the fact that he's joking may very well think him a sadist teacher. He throws papers, gets the class's attention by slamming loudly on students' desks, has designated two "mortal enemies" and a scapegoat who are constantly the butt of his jokes, openly (but again, jokingly) accuses people of forging parent signatures, encourages the class to boo at people who are writing on the board, and frequently demotes students back in their row for trifling errors such as dropping a paper he's thrown or answering a question stupidly. And oddly enough, one of this troper's friends had a teacher very similar to this one last year (they told a lot of the same jokes, and are both well known for rewarding good efforts with "fake bonus points" which allow the student who gets enough to purchase an air guitar), just a lot harder.

This troper's year 5 teacher was more batshit than sadistic. She banned HarryPotter books, and confiscated them if her class brought them to school. She delighted in telling her class how Muslims are evil and are going to take over the world. She hated this troper and seemed to love telling her how much her handwriting sucked in front of the entire class, and sat her next to a girl named Cassie, who's name sound ''exactly like hers'' and would always pick her for answers instead of said troper, even if they both had their hands up. This troper would really like to go up to Mrs Batshit, and inform her that she's a gay, HarryPotter enthusiast whose handwriting hasn't gotten any better and her best friend is Muslim. Only two of those are true, but this troper like to see the look on her face.

Oh, and this troper's year 4 teacher put her in the front row, where all the stupid kids sat (he actually said stupid), and ''loved'' berating her for not being able to do her times tables, ''which wasn't her fault''. He also loved informing her in front of the class that her handwriting sucked, her commas weren't right, that if you have double letters in a word that you say "double O" instead of "O O", which I thought sounded stupid. He also made the class have their totally useless student diaries in class, which this troper often forgot and then had to write each of her spelling words fifty times--and she had the advanced spelling list, so that was a ''lot'' of words. But she did manage to get one of the boys in her class to get ther diary for her from her bag on some occasions, which was nice. And he yelled at her for colouring in with red pen when her red texta ran out and sent her to the lonely reaches of the back of the classroom, which made this emotionally unstable troper cry. This is why I can't remember most of primary school.

This troper had two sadistic teachers. First, a third grade teacher who gave us college level math problems, them mocked the people who couldn't do it (she called them stupid) and accusing the kids that could do at least one of cheating. Said third grade teacher also regularly bullied kids and would report the victims of bullying to the principal, thus making them suffer through detention. Second, a gym teacher who would make kids work through his class without using the restroom, getting drinks, or resting at all. Kids who had doctors notes excusing them from gym were still made to participate, even in running the mile. One girl tore her hamstring, then almost lost use of her leg after being forced to do sprints with said injury. Another kid fractured his leg after playing basketball with hairline cracks in his bone. Needless to say, this teacher was not qualified, but this was a parochial school, and he still works there.

One high school kid had Aspergers and gave a note to a teacher from the Special ED. The teacher immediately laughed in her face and told her that Aspergers and Autism were fake disorders made by spoiled kids to get what they want, and quoted Michael Savage (To show you how ignorant this loser was) in saying they all had no fathers to tell them they would get nowhere in life and to drop the act. Then he said that she would not be allowed any special needs because she was a spoiled rotten brat with failures for parents. '''''* SMACK* ''''' The girl snapped, smacked him in the chest so hard he fell back on his desk, then proceeded to call him "The most ignorant sadistic fucking bastard I have ''ever'' met!", before stomping out of the room to the applause of other students who hated him.

The story doesn't end here...he was fired after the principal heard ''her'' side of the story because she ''knew'' that several teachers were going to have to be restrained physically to keep from physically assaulting him. Especially the one teacher who was paralyzed from the waist down. (Who happened to be one of the best teachers I ever had)

I hereby declare this to be a CrowningMomentofAwesome for the student in question.

While it's a relatively mild example, in 7th grade Math class, most of the class wasn't doing that well so he went off on this ''huge'' lecture about how important it is to study, blablabla, how he's not that impressed, blablabla, how we should be asking him for help if we don't get it, blablabla, it kind of demoralized me and another girl. But then he walked up to the desk group where we were sitting and said, "oh by the way, you two are actually the only ones passing my class so you can ignore most of what I just said".

So this troper's highschool art teacher, while not a true "sadist teacher" was rather unliked by the student majority. He would every class go on a mini speech on how the guys were lazy slackers (and many were achieve nothing stoners/ skaters) before moving on to say the whole class was slackers who didn't do their work. Logic}} Though how he ever knew that when he was hardly in the classroom AT ALL. Not to mention he wasn't very good at art like you'd think an art teacher is supposed to be. And he was a pervert. He would go to "help" any female students wearing cleavage shirts and essentially ignore everyone else who needed help. Though his help was the "screw it up and then you have to work twice as hard to fix it" type. Also thanks to being related to my older brother I was considered ornrey/smart mouth. Not only that but my little brother isn't artsy like me and my older brother so he had a hard time in art since he couldn't draw as well as his siblings. And to top it off he NEVER would actually teach us anything. He would just give the assignment and let you figure it out. It was so bad that the other art teacher would just sigh and nod whenever anyone didn't know something after they go "[teacher's name]"

This Troper had a teacher in high school who played this for laughs. She'd play up her own meanness and make outlandish threats to students. "I'll throw you out of the window!" She was really a nice teacher, and This Troper's all time favorite.

Two examples from this Troper. I had an eighth-grade P.E. teacher who would simply not accept any injury whatsoever as a valid excuse for not participating, writing it off with "Just do your best". A boy in my class had broken his collarbone and his first day back to school we had to run about 3k or so uphill (and then back again). Her response to his claims that running moved his arm too much and really, really hurt? "Just do your best." He was then of course in trouble later on for walking a portion of it. Then this year, there's a Learning Assistance teacher this Troper has had the good fortune of only meeting twice, during one of these meetings, I was coming back from sick leave and he more or less told me I looked like shit and criticized every detail while trying to convince me to "stay here and talk", when all I wanted to do was go to class. I already have self-esteem issues and having someone tell you how awful you look when you'd really put in an effort into ''not'' looking sick was too much for me, so I started crying. Now the school thinks I have serious psychological problems and the counselors won't stop calling my house.

This troper had a teacher that picked on him constantly because she didn't believe Asperger's Syndrome was real and thought that he just needed some discipline. It quickly escalated into what many would consider verbal and emotional abuse. She would make up reasons to punish him even if he was being well behaved and would regularly deride him and even suggested that he kill himself so that he would "stop being such a nuisance to society". She would regularly humiliate him in front of the class and even encouraged other students to make fun of him. It got to the point where this troper snapped and tore her classroom apart with all the rage he had kept bottled up. The result was me getting kicked out and finally free of her torment along with many, many emotional issues that still stick with him to this day.

This troper has never been on the recieving end of such a person, but when she was in sixth grade there was a girl in her class who was something of a misfit and a little mentally handicapped (it was a school of about fifty people, so special needs classes were unheard of.) The teacher at the time openly favoured everyone in the class save for the one troubled kid, even snapping at her for things she'd let slide for everyone else, like doing badly in a test or, i kid you not, laughing. For instance, this troper once referred to a piece of classical music that was being played as a 'song' and the teacher smiled and nodded. Five seconds later, said girl said the exact same thing and the teacher went all out about how it wasn't a song then went on to say how the girl needed to try to 'fit in' more and that she needed to stop being, in simple terms, a nuisance. Funnily, I rather liked this teacher during sixth grade. In hindsight, it makes me queezy that her behaviour didn't strike me as cruel or insulting when it first occured.

Back in grade school, had a science teacher who tried to shove me out of the second story of the school, a PE teacher who yelled at me while beating a file cabinet with a baseball bat for emphasis, and a homeroom teacher who threw a metal folding chair at me. Subverted in the first two, in that I otherwise got along pretty well with them. Played straight with the last, in that she was a fucking cunt 24/7.

Half subverted in high school by my advanced english/ science fiction instructor. The teacher, being on his last year of work before retiring, cashing in 3 years worth of unused sick days, and taking a job at another school while still drawing a pension, had no issues with insulting students directly to their faces, doubly so if they gave him issues, and if you fell asleep, he would sneak up on you with a noisemaker and a camera, and document the look on your face when you were roused. On the other hand, we watched the old school Flash Gordon serials every Friday in class, and was a pretty cool guy if you had the good sense to stay the hell out of his way.

This troper went to a performing arts high school, where she had to audition to get in, take a bunch of tests, and pay a whole lot of money to go there. Halfway through freshman year, all the theatre teachers but one decided that she was no good and spent the next two years telling her she should be doing anything but theatre, giving her bad grades no matter how hard she worked, making her look like an idiot onstage in the only show she was actually cast in, trying to drum up a reason to expel her from the department, and generally destroying her psyche until she nearly failed her academic classes as well. She dropped out after junior year, studied on her own, and is now about to graduate from college with a degree in theatre-- although she still can't do method acting without having a panic attack.

I apologize, because this is probably going to be a rather involved and lengthy tale. In my senior year of high school, I took a creative writing course instead of a fourth year of English. The teacher (and I use the term very loosely) taught English as well. Further, she was in her first year of being in charge of the school's literary magazine. The magazine was a yearly non-profit production which was supposed to showcase the school's creative talents with art, photography, prose, and poetry. It was decided that her creative writing seniors would be tasked with the year-long construction of the literary magazine as well as contributing works to it. At first this seemed interesting, but rapidly became a fiasco. We were asked to edit (without the original author's permission or input) what she termed works with "questionable themes". Unfortunately anything not happy fluffy bunnies was deemed questionable and we soon found ourselves without enough material for a pamphlet, let alone a 100+ page magazine. This was only compounded when word got around campus about her attempted unauthorized edits and students ceased giving us material to include. The teacher then put unbelievable pressure on us seniors to take up the slack, all the while putting down the quality of our work and trying to force us to change the content. Eventually it was made clear that she was trying to fail us from the class and thus keep us from graduating with our class because we had not bent to her every whim. Much later, other faculty members admitted to hearing her talking about it. We would be sent to the school office within 30 seconds and told to stay there for all of class. Day after day. Only when parents complained to the administration were we admitted back in class. But things did not improve. She decided to have the magazine "professionally" printed and bound instead of having it done on campus, thus raising the price from $1.50 to $4.00. Of that price, a full dollar was to be retained as profit though we were not to find that out until later. Unsurprisingly, people didn't want to buy the magazine at this price, so seniors were given an ultimatum. We had to sell a certain number of magazines in lieu of a final test in the class and if we didn't pass it, she would fail us for the term. Weeks of frantic and largely unsuccessful sales attempts followed, but in the end only parental intervention (and the revelation that the teacher was trying to make a profit) finally got the administration to intervene and keep her from failing us. As far as ThisTroper is aware, she was pressured to resign three years later, having been caught at the same profit scheme while threatening to fail seniors to boost sales. While not as bad as some of the NightmareFuel presented on this page, the whole thing stunted my desire to write creatively for years afterwords.

This troper had an English teacher in seventh grade who still haunts her. The teacher humiliated students in front of the class, read students' work out loud and explained why it sucked, and once talked trash about her new in-law...until one of her students announced that said in-law was the student's cousin. Among many, many more things. The worst thing, though, was when this troper (who was only 11 at the time) turned in a paper that described a dream career: English teacher in Korea by day, novelist by night. Sadist teacher sat this troper down after class and told her that she would NEVER be a good author, that the dream was stupid, that teaching English overseas was a ridiculous idea, and to get real. This troper grew up to be a published award-winning short-story author and is currently writing novels. The temptation to write in that sadist teacher and have her get...seriously harmed is almost too much to resist.

This troper once had a math teacher who was so cruel and so without compassion that when the teacher had to take time off because her father passed away, this troper's first reaction was to smile and say, "Good!"

My math teacher loves to make cruel jokes on student explanations. When someone said to turn the fraction upside down (meaning to reverse the numerator and denominator) he literally wrote it upside down.

This troper has always had these sort of problems, but here are the two that stuck out the most:

Back in 3rd grade Sunday School, there was one teacher that nobody could stand at all; an older woman who was the stereotypical "Jesus freak" on top of being very controlling. Everything had to go by the book (Personalizing our craft projects was strictly forbiddon), she claimed to know everything (You didn't want to prove her wrong, no matter how obvious it was), we where not allowed to talk about {{Pokemon}} at all (Because it's "evil" or something like that), and she had a fondness for making empty promises to the class (Most notibly, she said that she would give a gift certificate for a local movie rental place to anyone who memorized that week's memory verse and recited it next week. Even though we did meet all the required conditions, we never received the gift certificates that we rightfully earned). Thankfully, the teacher we had for 4th grade was a much cooler person

After the awesomeness that was 4th grade Sunday School, then came 5th grade. What killed any fun to be had was the fact the teachers where sexist; if you where not a girl, like this troper and 50% of the class, you where treated like trash. Everything revolved around the girls; even when the teachers decided to do a game (This time, instead of the games being just for fun and to tie in with the lesson that week, as they had always been in the past several years, it had nothing to do with the lesson at all, and there was money up for grabs. I wish I was making this up), the rules where rigged in favor of the girls. I never went back after that because of how horribly I was treated.

This Troper was obese in grade school, and his P.E. instruct never let him forget it. Every morning when class would start, from the time I was in first grade (age 7) to sixth (age 12) she would have roll call. I would either answer to either "Fata** ", "Lard Butt", "Jello Legs", or "Wastrel", or go to the principal's office for insubordiantion. During group games, she insisted I be picked last, to show how stupid I was, and how I should be ashamed to even be allowed at the school. She constantly reminded me of how fat I was, and demanded other students do the same. When I broke my hand in an accident, my instructor refused to believe me, and made me sit in a corner while my hand visibly swelled while everyone else got to watch a movie in the room next door. When my entire gym class reported the harrassment in seventh grade, the instructor was left off the hook because "[the instructor] was only trying to encourage [me]". This Troper (Benno) never quite recovered from those years in gym, and since then, can not work out in a gymnasium with more than three people present for fear of being humiliated again.

At this troper's university, the hardest class for finance and accounting majors is Accounting 401 (Intermediate Accounting, the first of a three-semester series to prepare for the CPA exam.) It is essentially a sorting algorithm, but since it doesn't start until Year Three, it means a lot of students who have done well in years one and two suddenly have their very hopes and dreams dashed against the rocks as they realize they're never going to pass that exam (and thus they will be relegated to much lower-paying jobs after college) but they're still on the hook for their student loans and such. It is basically an entire semester of HeroicBSOD moments.

So what does the instructor for 401 do on the first day of the semester? "The statistics show that most of you will fail this class. This is the hardest class you will ever take in your college career, and I include those of you who are going on to grad school someday for a master's. Take a look around the room. If you don't find the hard-working, dedicated, smartest student, then you've probably nothing to worry about. But if you see him or her, that means it isn't you, and you're pretty much screwed. It's not too late to change majors." Three minutes of silence ensues. The teacher's next words? "OK, now for those of you brave or foolish enough to remain, let's review the four major financial statements."

This troper knows an aversion: My Economics teacher has every aspect of a sadist teacher, including the scary looks, an authoritarian voice and a bad temper, and LOVED to scare to death of all of us, but when it was the time to give the grades, he gave a lot of extra chances and oportunities to anyone in danger of failing the subject (including me); He did everything in his power (except of course, "gifting" the damn grade) to help his students. So he falls more in the "noble jerkasss" category

This Troper once got a teacher who scared even the rest of the staff. Unfortunately, I was sadistic, a machoist (I got off on pain) and I, to be honest, once put a teacher in hospital when I attacked her with a baseball bat. Imagine the FUN I had when I took to the teacher with a shiv! Got me expelled. WORTH IT!

Go to hell.

That troper is a fucking nutjob. And an InternetToughGuy, but that should go without saying.

This troper, during Year 3 (ages 7-8), was subjected to completely unjustified abuse from most of his classmates, which was approved by many of the teachers:-

His registration tutor confiscated a watch, which was banned for a reason this troper forgets. The tutor then, despite knowing that the watch belonged to him, allowed a classmate to take the watch when it was due to be returned. This troper was then accused of being a "crybaby" when he objected to this.

At the same school, the headmistress immediately dismissed this troper's numerous complaints of bullying, not even bothering to state a reason, and backed up the aforementioned tutor. When he persisted in complaining, the headmistress responded with a threat of expulsion, and '''actively spread malicious rumours about this troper throughout the local community and the various clubs that this troper attended at the time'''. Thankfully, none of these rumours were believed. Shortly after this troper's mother pulled him out of the school, the headmistress (apparently voluntarily) left to help a failing school in the area -- and ''actually managed to worsen the school's failure''.

At a different school, the same troper as in the last two examples gained a reputation for being poor at Technology because the teacher assigned him C- grades religiously, even when other teachers agreed that the work deserved much better. Luckily, that teacher left shortly after the troper joined the school.

When This Troper's kind Year 7 teacher went away for surgery, we had this spiteful bitch as a sub. I had recently lost my Great Grandmother and when I told her, she said these exact words: "That's life, get over it!". She continued to single me out afterwards.

When this troper was 10, she was enrolled in a school that had one class of 4th, 5th, and 6th grades each. Not to mention the fact that this "school" was held at the club house in the trailer park in which she lived at the time. Instead of P.E., we had some whacked-out ex hippy who taught his version of kung fu. He was frequently physically abusive to one boy in class, but being a boy and class clown, he always shook it off. Well, during one kung fu "lesson," the teacher was talking about dismembering people- guts and gore galore. (Don't ask how he got on the subject, I honestly don't remember.) Well, this troper, being a 10-year-old girl, was disgusted, and put my hand over my mouth. The teacher took that to mean I was laughing at him and slapped me, open-handed in the face. The entire class' jaws dropped. Dead silence. And what did little me do? After standing in stunned silence for a few seconds, kicked that sonovabitch right in the crotch, grabbed my bookbag, and walked home. I can't say my Dad was much kinder to the man the next day.

This troperette has a subversion: Her math teacher was quite strict, but nice and gave her a history book (Horrible History) when she passed. Her language teacher seems way too strict to everybody, but seems fine and stuff to her.

This troper's biology teacher could probably fit into this category. She once put her head down for one second, to look at her notes, and he KICKED her desk! Sometimes he'll say something just horrible or shocking or nerve racking, etc. and then laugh, and you still can't tell if he's being sarcastic. He has given nearly all of his students a detention, at least once. He will make prejudicial jokes, i.e., when discussing the egg and the sperm, he can be quoted as saying something along the lines of "the female (egg) kills off most of the sperm. The only sperm that can penetrate her wall is Rambo sperm!", and when discussing oogenesis, "females are hostile towards each other; that is why only one of them survives. Right, guys?" Granted, he does make fun of males too, but not as often as women (because he's a guy). He also has anti-christian stickers on his wall, which is weird, because he is most likely Christian. Before a test, he played the song "another one bites the dust". He will yell at anyone and everyone. When the other science teachers dressed up as cereal for Halloween, he dressed up as a cereal (serial) killer, chainsaw and everything. What is really weird is that this troper has a different biology teacher for next semester, but she is going to change back into his class. What can she say, she likes the challenge. He teaches an ordinary biology class at a honors level, and his class is the hardest of the biology classes. This troper has an A in his class. Only about 7ish% of all his students have an A! This troper doesn't even need to do the extra credit that everyone else does. She even beat out ALL of the bio students on a recent test. She got a 99%, but when graded on a curve - the top six scores of every student who took the test - she got a 104.2%! Needless to say, he makes her step up her game. Maybe having a sadist teacher isn't too bad after all. Oh, and just to mention, his catchphrase = "riddle me this batchildren..."

Other than the sexist comments you gave a perfect description of me.

This Troper had some not so Sadistic Teachers in school, but the school was overall pretty crappy. However, recently they really showed how much they hate the pupils. As a side information, students where I live need to pay money to study and the studying times have been reduced drastically from the original more easy going and not having to pay plan. Now students are protesting, but so are pupil in several schools because it is their future. So what do they do? Sit down in the big Mensa of the school, quietly and peacefully. The Principal calls the police to get them out, which they do, and drag them onto the floor before the Mensa. Now the pupils sit down there again. The real fun starts when the Principal calls the police again and they come with -EIGHT- cars, all loaded with 4 - 5 Officers, to get them away. Smartly they decide to just walk away, however the real bummer was the Principal saying, and I quote "The Pupils abusing the privilege to talk when we could've talked with them and made a peaceful solution."

My very first primary school teacher was like this. I recall one time during writing class she forced me away from my handwriting book and ripped the pages out from it. Why? For some reason, we were all required to draw a miniature ''cat'' at the top of the page before we started practicing writing the letters of the alphabet. I forgot to draw the cat.

In a different tone, I've found one on a forum. This User on Spacebattles. Choice quotes from this user:

''I consider myself superior in all respects to the students I teach from a standpoint of knowledge, wisdom, judgement, and level of education.''

When it is suggested to him that this is a dangerous attitude: ''Recognizing the truth is not dangerous and never wrong.''

On authority: ''You don't punish students for disagreeing. You punish them for challenging your authority.Because in any kind of civil society, respect for authority is a bedrock principle.'' He might be surprised when one of his students turns up in class looking to 'do something more interesting than algebra'. I won't.

This troper had a high school drama teacher from hell. If you weren't one of her favorites, not only did you not get parts in the show but she would actually ''sing along under her breath'' if the other girls started singing The Shoe Song with "Whore" replacing "Shoe" at you! She flirted with several male students to get them to do what she wanted without question (getting one to do homework for her favorites so they wouldn't fail out and could still participate in One-Act Play competition and getting another one to stop seeing his best friend). She made highly inappropriate "jokes" about pimping out one of these male students to a gay male judge at One-Act. I don't doubt she would have done it if she could have gotten away with it. She drove this troper into hysterical tears because she didn't get the lighting right the first time she did lights at a clinic in a strange place - even though the lighting board was so strange even she had trouble with it. She liked using people as human scenery, so at one point the ensemble had to be in front of the stage, frozen in very awkward positions, from the opening overture of Camelot all the way until halfway through the first version of Camelot. For those of you unfamiliar with the play, that's a prologue, three musical numbers, and lots of dialogue between, with girls ''perching on boys knees as they kneeled''. It was miserable for both genders - Camelot is this troper's favorite musical but she still cringes every time she hears "St. Genevieve" and "I Wonder What the King is Doing Tonight." She punished this troper severely for choosing to go to the ''state'' science fair as opposed to a district One-Act competition, despite the fact she gave plenty of warning. This teacher let bullying in the drama department get so bad that one girl, who grew up in a kind of abusive home anyway, tried to kill herself when another one ''outed her as a lesbian to the whole school, which she only knew because she stole her phone!'' The girl who did the outing was laughing and making jokes about it the next day, and the teacher didn't say a word. When the (also rather jerky) band teacher got in a dispute with her over practice times for the actress playing Guinevere - the one who later tried to kill herself - who was in band as well, she made fun of the fact his wife couldn't get pregnant! She made the boy playing Arthur practice on a screwed up leg - even though we were still over a month away from opening. And, to top it all off, when she left this troper's school, she made off with almost a thousand dollars, most of our costumes and props, and sold all our spare lumber, and since the school never made her take inventory nobody can prove it. Of course, she did get verbally bitch-slapped by the awesome Speech & Debate coach before she left, but she deserved far worse.

This troper, who has OCD and was diagnosed with severe sociopathic tendancies, and yet still managed to get into the public school system in normal classes, recalls a particularly horrible bitch of a contact teacher (Our equivilant of homeroom) She called several students (mostly my nerdy friends)ethnic slurs and names, as well as me. She also called out across the entire class that she didn't approve of my "relationship" with my friend; as in homosexuality(false, he had a girlfriend and was straight) Because of this, both of us have been teased and bulllied, in real life and via MSN about having been in love, which was most definately not true. This also got me sexually harrased and abused in the changing rooms, by the other male students. The worst bit was what happened at lunch one day. My afformentioned friend was being physically bullied by another student, who proceded to take his wallet and walk away. My answer was to grab his arm, twist it up behind his back and slam him against a wall. Said contact teacher saw ALL of this, including him taking the wallet. The police got involved, both me and my friend were suspended for assault, as he managed to punch the bastard in the eye during the fight.Both of us almost got criminal records, the offender got off with 1 detention. Thankfully, some idiot filmed the fight and my subsequent subduing and that got confiscated by the police. She quit, my friend was terrified of going back to school and I became a socially-repressed world-hating sadistic asexual with deeper mental disorders than before. I blame her for everything.

I remember my 10th Grade PE teacher. Like the majority of the other PE teachers on this page, he wouldn't take injuries as excuses, nor 42 degree temperstures (Celcius), or heavy rain and hail as an excuse to not do a 4km run. Due to a medical condition when I run my throat gets clogged with mucus, and cannot breath very well. The longest run was 8km during a thunderstormMost people slipped and grazed themsleves, some got sprained ankles and one girl broke her armHe would also insult anyone who could not either: A)Run 4km and then not play contact rugby on a blazing summer's day, or B) was not one of his favourites, aka the popular girls or a surfer. He knew that I was mentally unstable; havign lost my father the previous year in a car crash and couldn't run, forced me through it and used my father's death as A FUCKING MOTIVATOR! He had me to the point that I had written a note on the computer explaining why I commited murder-suicide. The worst thing that happened was: Surfer-Bastard: "Say hi to your father, [troper], oh sorry, I forgot you forced him to drinking and driving. I'm surprised you aren't in prison!" Me; friends: -Speachless- Teacher: "Nice playing, [Surfer-Bastard], You're definantly getting an 'A'. [Troper], you're father would be ashamed of this performance. Sometimes I think he offed himself to escape your shoddy performance. Definatly 'F' material. He drove me the the point of considering homicide/suicide and meade me and my friends hate ourselves. The icing on the cake: he was still a PE teacher when I returned to see the nice teachers. Bastard.

This troper's sister had a ''nasty'' one as one of her high school drama teachers. This bitch blatantly favored a certain type of girl; mainly, bubble-headed bimbos who couldn't act at all unless you counted the way they kissed her ass. That's right, this teacher formed her ''own'' GirlPosse out of high schoolers just to feed her own ego. And she ''hated'' my sister because she managed to be pretty, could actually ''act'', and refused to suck up to her after it became clear that mere politeness wouldn't cut it. She gleefully filled her shows with wooden, flat acting, constantly insulted and belittled my sister, implying she was a brainless slut when nothing could be further from the truth. Sis refused to be scared away from drama, so she put up with that shit all through high school The whole mess also illustrated why this is so sadly TruthInTelevision so often, as not only did the school refuse to do anything despite constant complaints, but there was also how they handled a "Rate My Teacher" site: they'd go through and painstakingly ''delete'' all the complaints they found, rather than paying any attention to them. Only comments that got to stay were basically real-life ShillingTheWesley stuff.

On a more positive note, though, she was the ''only'' bad drama teacher and didn't manage to discourage her love of acting, which had been lovingly nurtured by her ''junior high'' drama teacher and college instructors.

In his worst moments, This Troper fears that he IS one of these. This troper teaches middle school English and has zero tolerance for students who do not put forth any effort whatsoever (i.e. write their name on a test and then go to sleep) and then whine about getting a failing grade (Maybe if you haden't left the entire test blank, you would have gotten more than zero points!). This Troper's CatchPhrase is: It's your education, do with it what you will.

On the flip side, This Same Troper once threatened to KILL a fellow teacher after he hit a student (6th grade female, open palm slap to the upper back strong enough to make her jump). I asked the teacher for a word in private. As soon as we were out of sight of students, I grabbed him by the neck and told him that if I even heard a RUMOR of him doing that again he would die, it would look like an accident, and I would have an air tight alibi. He changed schools the next year.

There's nothing sadistic in expecting a student to at least put something on the test for you to give them points for & take credit for it. What would be sadistic is letting them pass the class despite failing to do more than turn up for it.

Subverted; this troper's Classical Civilisation teacher keeps a hammer on his desk frequently whacking the tables of unattentive students, tried to sell us stuff in return for good grades, regularly insults everyone with racist and sexist language... but he's the only teacher I've had who ever actually gave a damn about his students, to the point of PapaWolf levels. Example: one of the guys in my class had a bracelet that belonged to his dead mother stolen from his room by some dickhead, but because said dickhead was the ''Headmaster's son'' there apparently wasn't anything the House Master could do. Cue our teacher barricading the Headmaster in his classroom and giving him a The Reason Your Son Sucks Speech, complete with a list of everything that boy had stolen (the braclet not being his first offence), along with everytime the kid had verbally abused teachers and students. I think the boy was expelled, and the Headmaster ended up changing schools.

I think this would be a case of Heroic Sociopathy.

Nothing near as bad as the vast majority of the page, but this troper had a teacher for Foundations of College Math, a class I took my senior year of high school that had a strange way of dividing up the class. He hated you if you didn't get the work and asked questions about it, he hated you if you understood completely and didn't need to pay attention in class to get straight A's, he loved you if you didn't get it but never asked for help. That was just mildly annoying for me, since I was always great with math, but my friend (who sat right next to me) wasn't doing so good. She would always ask me for help and we would frequently get called out for talking in class. fair enough, I guess, but there was one test that he refused to collect until there was only fifteen minutes left in class. I was done twenty minutes before that, and not allowed to take out a book, or anything to pass the time until he would collect it and so I kept glancing at the clock. At one point, my friend and I locked eyes for a second or two, during which we exchanged an eyeroll and a sigh. A week later when the tests were returned, we both had notes on our papers that we need to let the other do her own test and do ours on our own. In so many words. There is no possible way for us to silently share answers since my writing is far too tiny, and hers is far too illegible. Plus, we both had wildly different answers, and scores. When the next test rolled around, he made sure the entire class knew he'd accused us of cheating.

While this Troper has had many a SadistTeacher at his secondary school, there was also a very strange (and welcome) subversion of the trope: among other things, my DeadpanSnarker music teacher at the school seemingly took a lot of joy in singling me out for not participating in group sessions (the reason being that the class was allowed to choose their own groups and never included me in them) and then always proclaiming whenever it was my group's (or rather, the group I was dropped in) turn to perform their ensemble piece that "as they say, save the worst till last..." (he always saved my group till last). Probably the most horrific incident was when I was on sick leave for a lesson that featured an assigment to be learnt ''in that same lesson'' and performed on the next one, and not even getting a reprieve on the exercise which I only found about when I returned to the class on performance day. But on the flip side, the teacher never gave me a single detention, ''always'' praised my work when I performed it (I guess it helped that I was good at music) and his reports on me were nothing but A grades and praise on what a pleasant and brilliant student I was.

It gets even stranger when I took Music for a GCSE subject; it seemed a week never passed without the teacher berating me for not taking extra lessons in learning a musical instrument like the rest of the class did or getting involved in group work. The first issue I actually managed to debate with him until he conceded that I had a fair point (those lessons cost money and school time that I could not afford) and dropped the issue. The second one took us to a shouting contest when it came to examination day and I was the only one in the entire class who had not recorded an ensemble piece. After almost screaming at him that not a single person in the class was willing to help me out and that I had been telling him this ''for years on end and never being taken seriously'', the teacher actually backed down and spent the rest of the afternoon helping me record said piece. End result; I got good grades for that GCSE year, and that teacher was one of the few whom I still respect for being big enough to apologise, even if it was in his own way.

Skadrii's parents moved him to a different school every year starting with preschool because of these, both physically and emotionally abusive in ways to rival almost any on this page -- Skadrii himself often didn't recognise the abusive behavior, or when it happened blamed himself for it, but his parents were better informed. He has repressed almost all of his childhood, so no specific incidents stand out; it's worth noting, however, that by the time high school rolled around (the first time Skadrii actually spent more than one consecutive year at an educational institution), the people reputed to be sadist teachers barely affected him anymore. Yeah, okay, so they're evil and scary and abusive, ... it sucks, whatever, just become a withdrawn and broken shell of a human being like me, they can't hurt you if there isn't enough of you in the outside world to hurt. In his last two years of high school, there was not a SadistTeacher in sight, but by that point Skadrii was clinically depressed, had developed various social phobiae and a fully-manifested overt schizoid personality and was sufficiently socially isolated that the only people he ever conversed with were family members and sometimes the guidance counselor. High school was more or less just a place to spend time during the day; the students and teachers (and indeed humanity in general) were more or less wallpaper and entirely irrelevant to his life. That was another year or two of which memories are fuzzy (Skadrii got better).

An odd inversion, though: one of Skadrii's high school teachers ''tried'' to be a SadistTeacher, but somehow -- despite swearing in class, yelling at the students when they talked (which was often), insulting them and mocking their low exam grades, and on several occasions making them sit in silence for the duration of the class as a punishment for misbehavior, and other incidents of which Skadrii might have heard the full stories if he'd cared enough to listen -- the students still loved him. Maybe he just wasn't very good at getting angry or something.

{{JET73L}} had a similar teacher (who also tended to segue off like some of the less sadistic, more incompetent teachers on this page, but lacked the blue streak of cursing Skadrii's teacher had), but for science. It's likely that he wasn't actually ''trying'' to be a SadistTeacher, just acted like one because it helped students retain information and prevented attention-wandering-during-lectures syndrome.

This troper attracted these like a magnet. Seriously, if her teachers didn't actively bully her, themselves (which a lot did), they ignored the chronic bullying she got from other students. Some of them even admitted to having been bullies when they were in school and grinned evilly at her, while she was begging them in tears to stop her classmates from picking on her. Out of all twelve years of public school, plus kindergarten and preschool (over 40 teachers), she can count the nice ones on one hand.

This troper's Physics I teacher in university. An assignment: 100 questions. To be done in 5 days. If you forgot a very small part of it, WHAM! The entire question was WRONG, FOOL. This also held for his tests. If you solved a problem, but not the way He wanted, you were WRONG, FOOL.

Also, the same troper was about to fail the class, but the teacher's PC died the day before the last exam. As a result, he had to give us 50%~60% grades (except for students that would fail anyway). Fortunately I got rid of him.

Things didn't change for this troper in Physics II... The current teacher decided to give a test with a subject '''he never taught at all'''. Also, he just enjoys finding obtuse, sarcastic ways to say "you're dumb", and often gets stuck on a "let's do question X"/"this is the result"/"no, this is wrong"/... loop.

In the middle school, I had the misfortune of knowing a shrewd, snobbish, arrogant, self-loving maths teacher, who would often spend the first five minutes of a lesson admiring her own mirror image or flirting to her boyfriend by cell phone. Then she'd give us a creepy look... BOLT UP and scream '''Why the hell aren't you working?''' When she would circle the class, seeing how students were progressing with their tasks, she would always find something to mock, even if it was something as unimportant as 'funny' handwriting. She also loved to give baby-talks. '''Oh, look at the big boy, not aware that he's supposed to come in time!''' '''Poor little girl, you forgot to do your homework?''' This finally came to an end. According to rumors, a secretive boy some grades higher, who was widely known as The Boy Who Never Speaks, had gotten fed up with this prissy prickhead princess' antics, stalked her relentlessly for a whole weekend with no break or anything and, to top it, threatened to kill both her and her boyfriend in an unspeakably horrific way. This was too much and she moved far, far away and the last I ever heard of her, she quit her job as a teacher. Sure, that IS really frightening and not something anyone would want to happen to themselves. However, it's really hard to feel sorry for the kind of person our maths teacher was. Twisted kind of poetic justice.

At this tropers school there is a man named Coach Kelly. He is the school diciplinarian, who has a habit of somehow "losing" all the football players negative behavior marks, while simultainiously magically aquireing negative behavior marks for the antisocial kids (including yours truly). A couple days ago, a football player was very forcefully coming onto a girl. She asked her brother to tell him to stop and he agreed. The football player told him to fuck off and that he was going to get with her weather she wants him to or not. Natch, the brother says that if he comes anywhere near his house, he will shoot him. Football boy gets two of his ''other'' football friends together, and after school kicks the living shit out of the brother, sending him to the hospital. Now, what does this have to do with the Coach? Kelly responds by, the moment the brother gets back to school, having the cops tackle him, adding more bruises to the already horribly tangled mishmash of bandages and casts, Kelly says that he is ''EXPELED,'' and the cops tell him he is arrested ''FOR A TERRORIST THREAT!'' The violent, rapist scociopaths that beat him so badly he had to go to the hospital? ''Three days "out of school suspension"'' (or, instant vacation, as my friends call it) and they are ''STILL ON THE FOOTBALL TEAM!''

This troper's science teacher Photoshopped his (honors) homeroom's report cards to be all F's. When parents confronted him about it, he lied and blamed it on the school computers.

This troper's 8th grade World History teacher was sadistic...but only half of the time. Sometimes he was a funny, sarcastic, cynical young teacher, but without warning he could switch to a hateful screamer. He had us put our chairs up because we were his last class, and when my friend sat on the floor, he reamed her out for being lazy, telling her to stand up and apologize. Said friend is notoriously doormat-tastic, so when this troper stood up for her, he berated her for being disrespectful and threatened to write a disciplinary refferal. He was also known for sexually harassing female students, and snapped a student's brastrap. He had copped a feel on that student's sister, several grades ahead. She didn't respect him much after that. Her sixth grade sciences teacher also qualifies. His room was always dark, cold, and oppressively quiet. He gave large amounts of work, and nothing ever got an A. This troper had to re-do a project nearly 8 times to get it right. He even said "You're scared to death of coming up here, aren't you?" at one point.

My little brother's teachers also qualify. I had one of them, Mrs. Hunter, for math/science, and she scared the ever loving hell out of me. I fortunately had her with a signet teacher who loved me, so I didn't feel too much hate. My brother, however, felt the brunt of her cruelty, as well as having the craziest fourth-grade teacher in the school. He got in trouble for having on fuschia gloves...because they were gang-related. Fuschia gloves with nothing on them. That's the least of their offenses. They tortured him for an entire year, and didn't get so much as a slap on the wrist. They reduced this formerly imaginative, sweet kid with (then undiagnosed) ADHD into a quivering, depressed nervous wreck who was constantly worried that because he ate something after touching something else, he was going to die. His mantra was constantly "Will I die?". He has since been diagnosed with ADHD and depression. His social interactions are painful, and he is bullied mercilessly. He is twelve years old, eight/nine years old when he had those teachers.

In 7th grade, this Troper had a Biology teacher who tested you on material you hadn't been taught on then yelled at you. And in 8th grade, she had a Physics teacher from Hell. Her current English teacher counts, in a way. She appears nice but guilt-trips students and makes you draw on your book reports, then grades you for it.

This troper had some sadistic teachers. One teacher back in 5th grade used to throw a bunch of things at students in addition to taking off his belt or getting a hardwood brush and rapping them on the hands. In 10th grade I had a teacher who outright called my following the comic/manga/cartoon style illustrations as a waste of time and not art while other people were able to slide with stick figures. Now this one is gonna be the longest due to it being the most recent. In my school there's a teacher from CSUS who we will refer to as V. V was a complete cunt. How so you may ask? Well first off I'm known for being blunt joker that also curses alot due to my parents being former Navy, in addition to being really bright when I stop being laid back. Anyways, V one comes out and says that people who curse alot are pretty much of a lesser intelligence. When she asked us about things that annoyed us I spoke in a calm manner and with the full vocab that I save for a big speech to cow her while at the same time glaring at her. Needless to say I wasn't her most favored student after that point. I also made the mistake of getting her for another class and she continued to dump a shitton of work on everyone, she gave me the ol' stinkeye whenever I made a joke that got everyone to laugh aside from her non-humored ass but she let her favs skip on through. Also she mysteriously "lost" my assignments and when I brought the issue up she acted as if I didn't do a damn thing. It made me happy to know that the ol' former military teach whom I respect cause he reminds me of my father cowed her during a department meeting for getting uber bitchy. I'm damned glad that the department she's in is possibly going to be getting rid of her dumpy ass by the end of the current semester.

Not a specific teacher, but this troper's little sister's fifth grade class had an event of some sort at the end of each grading period, usually something along the lines of a movie. At the third one, the entire class had a Battle of the Sexes. However, anyone who hadn't yet completed a project everyone had been doing wasn't allowed to participate, and had to sit in the classroom all day while everyone else played. This rule applied to only two out of sixty kids in the class. One boy, and the troper's little sister. The Little Sister came home crying that day, and when her parents tried to talk to the teachers about it, they were completely ignored, while the little sister had to face her teachers the next day, getting verbally abused by at least one.

I had a high-school history teacher who pretended to be this, as well as an evil MagnificentBastard. Really, he was more CrazyAwesome, but he could ham it up better than the theater teachers. He had an Aztec skull-chalice. He kept pencils in it. He had an authentic Nazi flag, with bullet holes, among his many historical artifacts. When studying WW2, he brought in an actual Japanese katana from that war, which he claimed belonged to the general in charge of bio-weapons development. He had the person who did worst on the last test come to the front, and drop their test onto the sword. It sliced it clean in two. The best thing he did, however, was play "The Imperial March" from Star Wars before each test. I am tempted to send him a copy of the Advent Children soundtrack so he can go Advent: One Winged Angel for the exams.

If that Katana really belonged to the head of unit 714, then I can only imagine how he got it. 714 was the japanese bio-weapons division and practiced human vivisection, human testing of things such as liquid nitrogen and ultra-high atmospheric pressure and gave out sweets to children in china that were laced with cyanide or anthrax. 714 was the epitome of the evil government science labs. Just look up 'men behind the sun'.

This Italian troper's girlfriend, the day after her final high school exam, went to her school in order to know how every exam went, since because of that ''she couldn't sleep the night before''. One of her examinators was there. She was very glad to know everything went well, of course, but do you know what the examinator said about her lack of sleep? "But I haven't had any problems sleeping last night!"

One rather dickish move by ''all'' SadistTeachers is testing. Before the test, they tell you what to study, and then in between that time and he test, they change it or drop tantalizing hints that lead you only in the wrong direction. or even worse...give you a study guide for the exam, then don't include a single ''THING'' from it on the test. Seriously, ''THAT'' is just being a friggin JerkAss - Shouldn't teachers ''KNOW'' that most students aren't going to bother studying stuff they won't be tested for by now?! Finals can also be particularly dickish in including stuff that isn't even covered in class.

This troper has a friend in Toronto who is in some kind of advanced-college-prep-thingie. He had to go to summer school because literally ''everyone'' flunked the math final. Guess what happened? Yep, that's right...the stuff they were actually tested in not only ''wasn't in the study guide'', but also ''didn't bother covering in class'', were only covered very little&told "This won't be on the test, so we're not going in-depth into this", and stuff from early in the year when the teacher firmly stated "The final will ''not'' be cumulative". The entire class failed or did very poorly on the test, with the highest grade being in the 60s - and that's the kid who usually gets 100s! There was a ''VERY'' good reason that even the ''parents'' were up in arms about the teacher for that - because that is seriously just a dick move.

Just today, this troper had to take a quiz for a Landscape Plants class, well we have to ID plants that are used in landscape and how they were used. Okay good, sounds easy. So we're told that we should really focus on making sure we know the ''Prunus'' genus for the last quiz of 15 plants, because it's a big genus and we'd likely run into it a lot in landscape. So you'd make ''sure'' you know a lot about the ''Prunus'' genus then, right? Well the quiz rolls around...guess who many ''Prunus'' plants were on the quiz? One. That's right. ''ONE''. You mean we wasted all that time studying ''Prunus'' when the only one that was on there was ''Prunus tomentosa'' and was ''VERY'' easy to identify? Kind of rude considering that this is the make-up-for-the-lowest-grade-quiz-quiz...

This troper knows one. He has a band teacher (his common nickname among the band kids is "dick") who is not only obsessed with us being number one, but doesn't follow any of the rules that he's supposed to. For instance: rules dictate that he's supposed to have adequate amounts of water for everyone and give us a break in the shade every ten minutes. He gives us ''two'' water coolers (for an eighty-something large band) and doesn't even give us enough cups. Also, the notes he sends out prior to practice say that he'll be taking us outside at night when it's cooler. Two days in he starts taking us out at two o' clock at night. This troper lives in Texas, for the record. During practice, he sends us to get water like once every...half-hour maybe. One girl fell over and two others (this troper included) felt like they were about to faint. He then tells us that "If you think you're working hard, you're mistaken!" He's only gotten worse over the rest of the year. For the record: Pre-Christmas break, he divided the band into two groups, one with the "good kids" that kept coming to class, and one for the "bad kids". This troper was in the "good band" until he went to a Journalism workshop. Next morning, I was in the other band. Next, he kept tellin gus that we would have to come in at 7:30 in the morning (before a lot of us even get to school) telling us that if we didn't show up, he'd give us a zero. He's made the band boosters (the people in charge of raising money for us) disband because they didn't want to deal with him any more, and this troper was actually making plans to quit as soon as he got enough athletic credits (marching band is counted as half a credit) and made this troper's brother quit in the beginning of the second semester. Since the district modified the credits (now we only need 1 athletic credit instead of 1.5) this troper's not taking band next year. The guy, however, keeps getting in trouble with the school. I wouldn't be surprised if he quits soon.

A professor at his friend's religious school in Texas had a teacher who actually printed the ''wrong date/time'' for the final exam on the syllabus, and didn't mention when the final really was until after it was over. Meaning almost everyone (who didn't somehow divine that it was really this time) got a big fat zero. By the end of the day...the professor was out studying in friggin ''GUAM'' and wasn't contactable. (there's an explanation, he has to be in an environmental research group in Guam and had to give a final on the last day)

This troper has a Science teacher who gives certain technobabble crap for a quiz the next day...only NONE of it doesn't appear in the quiz. This pattern goes on and on until this troper just used hardwired studying and a pint of guessing instead to pass the remaining quizzes and even get high scores in the periodical exams. His grade for all this effort? SATISFACTORY instead of the more glowing OUTSTANDING.

This troper has a math teacher that teaches the hardest IB math class (or any math class for that matter) in the entire school. His motto is "if you don't struggle, you don't learn anything." He gives the hardest possible math problems for homework, and a common comment when he was out of the room was "(teacher's name) you sadist bastard!", possibly with more profanity. However, he was pure awesome- this troper's favorite math teacher- and everybody passes the IB test and associated AP test in question (Calc BC). Everybody. He even lampshaded this once- he knows what we call him, and thought it was funny. A subversion of the trope, perhaps?

For this troper, high school sports teachers were the worst, although nothing like some of the horrific accounts here. A particular instance was when an optional class in German was offered to students who were good at languages. The time for this class came from missing each week one hour of English, mathematics, and also the second hour of a two-hour sports class. The English and mathematics teachers were cool about it. But the sports teacher would only allow this troper and the other students of German to leave the sports field at about one minute before the end of the first hour. The sport? RUGBY. So this troper and others had to sprint back inside, shower & change, clean the worst of the mud off their kit, pack up, and head to the German class on the other side of the school. Usual result was being ten or fifteen minutes late for the German class. Complaints led to the suggestion to save time by not showering!!! (I'm sure the German teacher would just love having ten sweaty mud-encrusted students in her class.)

This troper had a Principles of Mathematics teacher in her freshman year who was... anything but encouraging. Aside from commonly remarking that the material we were about to learn was "brutal" or that "you guys are going to hate this stuff", she would often talk too fast during explinations and refuse to slow down. Her teaching methods in general, were just, all over the place. She would constantly complain at us for not studying hard enough when our test averages weren't the greatest, and I believe the highest mark of all in the final exam was a 65 or so. The class average in the exam? 30%.

Slight inversion: this troper's english teacher (who is also the head of drama and the head of english) is feared for being able to yell loud enough to impress BRIAN BLESSED (as well as being strict, but that's another story), but will only yell that loud if you annoy him (very rare: the silence in his classroom is absolute) or fail to have a good reason for not handing in homework (even rarer). Ironically, he is one of my favourite teachers, even though I'm also terrified of him.

It happened to this troper's father, who was pretty good in mathematics. While I don't know much about the teacher herself, she actually gave him lower grades than he was supposed to have. The reason? ''He was from a farm and in her opinion, farmers didn't deserve to have such high grades''.

My middle school has a teacher who three girls have told me stalks them. (Although, one of them is kind of paranoid.) And if you say his name, he appears five seconds later. Therefore, we have started calling him Dark Lord Voldemort. We're going to call him that to his face (Hi, Lord Voldemort) and walk away before school's over.

This troper teaches physics at a local community college. Once, I mentioned how the idea of military basic training terrified me. One student said that my class is scarier than basic training.

My 11th Grade Physics teacher loved to humiliate students. His favorite technique was to stake everyone's grade on an assignment on the answers of one student he would pick at random. If the student didn't know his questions, the entire class got an F for the assignment. The student, naturally, got beat up after class if they got it wrong. He would also read end-of-semester grades aloud to the class, and allowed lab groups to vote people out once a semester if they wanted to drop a member. Then there was the time he refused to give us the supplies needed to do problems on "Physics Day" at Great Adventure, forcing the class to run around borrowing other students' supplies. He was a smug, smirking jerk who became Vice Principal two years later. Looks like I got out at the right time.

My 9th Grade English teacher was one of those super-tenured teachers who has been there for 40 years. Normally a very good teacher - until one student forgets a homework assignment or dozes off in class. Then she'll spend the entire period marching up and down the aisles telling you how worthless you are. We once drew lots to determine our order of presentation for a book report - and then she reversed the orders on the day the presentation was supposed to begin. Five people who were told they had two weeks before their presentations didn't bring their reports to class and were failed, until the parents appealed to the Principal and the students were allowed to present. At last check, she's still teaching, too - well into her 80's.

My 3rd grade teacher may be the worst of all. A psychotic old anti-semitic battleaxe, she repeatedly berated students who didn't come to class with ash on their foreheads on Ash Wednesday, telling them they were going to hell. She liked to throw erasers at students' heads when they were too slow solving problems at the board. And when this troper's mother came to class as part of a lesson on immigration (she had immigrated to this country from Israel at age 30), the teacher launched into a treatise on how Israel was a "nazi state" in front of the whole class. Several reports to the principal (who had a strict policy against transferring students) did nothing, but a few years later the teacher was transfered. To Special Ed. Brilliant idea.

My Spanish teacher, Ms. Deak, managed to subvert this, however. Her favorite line on the first day of class was "This is not a democracy! This is a Deak-tatorship, and I am the Deak-tator!". She had a long list of rules and didn't make exceptions, and she had no problem with calling out laziness. However, she was unfailingly fair, and a very good teacher. She fell much more on the SternTeacher trope side.

I had a screenwriting teacher whose class we boycotted because of her harsh behavior towards one of my classmates, and she was from ''New Jersey''.

The reason I will never become a teacher is because I would probably become this.

This troper remembers a Health teacher from high school who had a brilliant solution to the AIDS crisis: put everyone with AIDs on an island and blow it up. Such compassion, this guy. A few years after I graduated Mr. Compassion got in trouble for making a crack about a girls' "hooters" during a class, but he was tenured and only got a slap on the wrist.

During this troper's sophomore year in high school, a new dean came to my school and, within two weeks, proved herself to be the real-life Dolores Umbridge. She hated every student in the school, but for some reason she had a real hard-on for torturing me. How bad was it, you ask? The answer: I was given so much time in in-school suspension, without assignments or even my books, that by the time I started my senior year, my GPA had fallen from a 3.5 to a 1.6. That's sadistic by any standards, but before she came to the school, I had a permanent record as pure as the driven snow. (In all fairness, I got one of the ISS days by telling Real-Life Umbridge to "rot like a fucking leper," but to be even more fair, she'd been on my ass for half of my sophomore year and all of my junior one at that point; I was just fucking fed up.) The only reason she left is because the PTA chased her off; her obsession with assigning me to ISS was cited as a reason. It actually says just how much of an Umbridge you are when even the other deans are happy to see you go.

Subverted (I think) with this troper's history teacher. This man was a old and senile man who often said over-the-top insults to my class when we couldn't answer questions he would ask in class (even if the questions had ''absolutely nothing'' to do with history). Once he said that "this is why you're all C, D and F students", despite the fact that a good chunk of the class had A's and B's (this troper wasn't a part of that chunk); on another occasion the teacher told us that we "should be thrown as a fire and used as logs''. Nobody takes these insults seriously, as the teacher often says them in a sarcastically humorous tone. The teacher's a tolerable person...if you look past his insanely difficult tests.

When this troper was in fourth grade, her teacher publicly humiliated her several times. She is now tormented by bad memories whenever anyone asks if she's paying attention. Her friend's little sister who now has that same teacher says the teacher makes a different student each week wash her dishes (she eats breakfast and lunch at the school).

This troper had a primary school geography teacher who also taught games during hockey season. (I have a feeling that ice hockey is predominant outside of Britain, so I'd like to clarify that this is field hockey, with a ball rather than a puck.) If you were A: cheeky or B: deemed to be "not trying hard enough", at the end of the match he would line up the entire class, and call the people he was "displeased" with to his side. He would then ask them to pick up a leaf from the ground, and then, as they bent over, wallop them across the arse with his hockey stick. HARD. Bruises for a week hard. Being an unathletic (read: chubby little sod) troper, I recieved this treatment EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. That's EVERY Wednesday for half the school year, from the age of SIX to the age of NINE. And this wasn't way back in the day when this sort of thing was common or acceptable, this was in the late nineties. Gods only know how the man wasn't arrested.

When this troper was in 8th grade, she had a teacher who was both her homeroom and Literature teacher. She was notorious for being not only very strict, but also very paranoid about students disrespecting her. She would sometimes spend entire class periods ranting about things that had ''nothing'' to do with the subject, and would snap when anyone tried to redirect her to the lesson at hand. During homeroom, we were all supposed to sit silently, not talk to each other, and do ''nothing at all''. This troper never really liked her, naturally, but things didn't really come to a head until one day she suddenly stopped class, sent everyone out but this troper, telling her to stay behind. Without any explanation she sent for the assistant principal and proceeded to tell him that this troper had cursed her out. Naturally, I didn't do this ''at all.'' The story has a happy ending though, since the facility believed me over her, and she got fired. The look on her face was ''priceless''.

This troper has two examples, one a half-subversion, and a blurry memory because he's twenty-six and long since graduated high school.

First off, he had a music teacher in the fifth grade who had a short fuse and snapped at any student at the slightest provocation. He remembers that this she screamed at this girl who decided to smart alecky, then took said girl outside where witness accounts state that the teacher either shoved her around or even assualted her with a recorder. Given an elementary schooler's tendancy to exaggerate, this troper believes the former is the more likely of the. He also had two encounters with the psycho fifth grade teacher; the first being when he did an admittedly stupid thing and tied the doors with a plastic ribbon and she screaming to act his age not his shoe size; the second being that when he bumped into he in the all en route to the washroom, she demanded to know where he was going and told him to watch his tone when he timidly explained to her, confusing fear for sarcasm. This troper is thankful he never encountered her again, but fantasized that a giant parakeet would eat her for years afterwards. No joke.

The second incident is a subversion because he took the lord's name in vain by a slip of the tongue in eight grade when his science teacher joked about keeping the class another five minutes. Said teacher screamed at him for a good minute until this troper broke down into tears (because he didn't develop a thick skin until high school). Good thing this troper had no telekinetic powers because he was essentially a male version of {{Carrie}} minus the bat shit crazy religious mother. Said troper is also not very forgiving and still bears a grudge over the incident.

Despite us paying absurd amounts to go to this school (Ivy League colleges are cheap next to us), this troper has had experience with multiple incompetent teachers. Also, incompetent company that owns the school, but that's another story altogether.

The school's biology teacher is infamous as THE worst teacher in the entire school. This troper had her for 10th grade bio, and wanted to continue it in 11th and 12th grade, but simply could not bear the horror any more. For starters, she doesn't teach, she writes things up on the board and makes us copy. Asking questions results in either shouting about your lack of intelligence, or an answer like "yes...well, no" with no further explanation. This troper actually became the class's teacher (I had done AP Psych the year before, and the bio class focused mainly on neurobiology and psych). She likes to schedule due dates and test dates without ever telling us, including a major exam that none of us knew about until she handed out the papers. She also grades in some bizarre system; a girl and I had the exact same answers on our papers due to copying off each other (with teaching this bad, cooperation was the only option), and still got differing test scores. And the greatest part? She completely ripped out a unit on nutrition from the curriculum altogether and said she was ''still going to include it on the final exam''! She is the singularly most complained about teacher in the school, and many a grade has tried to get her fired, but alas, it is impossible; her husband is ill and unable to work, so the school simply cannot fire her.

One of the English teachers is also a nightmare, but most students want to be in her class. Why? She does nothing. She walks in, hands out books as per the curriculum, and hands out a worksheet or two. Aside from that, she does nothing. She also shows up sparingly. When this troper had her, for two months, she never showed up to class at all. After that, she'd show up to class 15 minutes late. And she'd spend the next 30 minutes checking her email or god knows what...and then she'd pretend to teach by reading the book aloud. She's also incredibly passive aggressive, taking any question asked as some sort of offense to her intelligence, and never ends up answering it. Thankfully, she grades incredibly easy...but because this is an IB school and all final exams are graded by anonymous teachers all over the world according to a strict regimen, she only trains students to write crap and expect an A for it. Current popular theory is she smokes weed between classes. It explains a lot about her lateness...

This troper has very few complete memories from middle school because her ''entire school'' was made up of teachers like these with maybe one or two exceptions. Middle school was absolute hell. This troper was the awkward nerdy girl (with some serious problems concerning social interaction and recognition) who was picked on by pretty much everyone else. The teachers ''always'' sided with the other kids, even if it was quite obviously not this troper's fault. For example, one kid thought it would be funny to hit this troper in the head with one of those massive, 800-page math textbooks. The next day, we were called down to the principal's office. Other kid claimed this troper insulted him and he defended himself (in truth, it was completely random. Never learned why he did it other than the fact that he hated me) The result of that meeting? Other kid has to apologize. This troper gets a stern talking-to, detention, and a phone call home. Way to go, education system!

This Troper once went to a private school which allowed for punishment by spanking. My English teacher took that board (yes, a full on board) and left several ''bruises'' on my rear. My Grandmother found out, though, and that guy was out of a job within a week.

A warning to parents out there, if your child will be in class with the child of the teacher, get them out NOW. If the teachers compete in any way (academics, athletics, etc.) the teacher WILL try to ruin your child. I was a straight-A student from 1st through 8th grade, but nearly flunked 4th because the teacher's son was in the same class.

I was a teacher's son and got no preferential treatment.

This troper's Biology teacher. Oh, god, just him. He was totally insane (in the ''bad'' way), and loved to swing a strange spear-like stick in front of our faces. He kept telling us that he regretted not to be allowed to hit every single one of us ; he loved to humiliate people with a massive TheReasonYouSuckSpeech ; he made up false accusations to insult the students' work, even when there weren't any errors ; he insulted people, and we were all burdens and losers... One of my friends, who is around the fifth best Biology student of the class, got a "Mediocre work. No efforts done." as a comment on his report card. A CompleteMonster indeed...

This troper has had a few, but the one that sticks out in her mind is her seventh grade art teacher. After missing school because of the flu, she was yelled at during class by the teacher for having make-up work to get caught up on. When the class was nearly over and everything wasn't completed, she was told to come in during her lunch hour the next day. Unfortunately, a lunch detention prevented that, but the teacher saw this troper through the cafeteria window. In class that day, she spoke as loudly as possible, "Where were you today?" "You know where I was." When she stared for a few minutes and realized she wasn't going to get more than that out of me, she gave up... at least for that class.

Okay, a few more. There was the 3rd grade teacher who wouldn't let me go to the bathroom when I came back after two weeks of being out for having a severe kidney infection (I was born with a lot of medical problems. Kidney infections were really common for me as a child.) I also had a teacher give me an F because my aunt dated his brother and broke up with him - when they were teenagers. There was the math instructor in college who had some overly complicated rules for how to hand in assignments, then refused to accept one woman's homework because she was absent, due to jury duty, and she had told her in advance.

And though I never dealt with her, I knew a substitute teacher who told me constantly that she was a stickler for rules. This was after telling me that she once drove the wrong way for three hours after smoking pot. She bragged about how many kids she sent to detention each day for not obeying her every command. I made the mistake of telling her that I wasn't kind to every sub I had in middle school, and she tried to lecture me about it. I was 23 when I mentioned it, 13 when it happened. Not that she cared. Although, she may have been high at the time...

This troper had terrible experiences with a couselor at a summer day camp once when he was 11. The camp was a sort of public service thing for kids who had emotional issues, i.e bipolar disorder, depression, autism, and one of the counselors (a former CO at a Juvenile prison) treated nearly everyone like shit for minor infractions and actually caused one kid to have a nervous breakdown. His particular dislike for me stemmed from a stupid, but innocent comment that I made on the first day about "jewfros" which made the (black) counselor think that I was a bigot, despite the fact that my best friend there that summer was Mexican. He would be harsher on me than any other kid for pretty much everything, for example, I got into a couple of fights where the other person was the physical and verbal aggressor, and I got punished more severely because he claimed that he didn't see the whole thing, but because I was winning, he "assumed" (see: told his boss) that I was the one who started it. Luckily however the whole thing had a happy ending, one day on the bus ride home some kids were picking on me and he did nothing to stop it. Naturaly, not wanting to get in a fight against four people at once, I moved to the front of the bus where the older kids sat, but ''because it was against the rules'' he ordered me to move go back to the back of the bus. The kids who had been picking on me stopped because the other couselor finally noticed it. Understandably, I was very angry and started arguing with the counselor and called him a cocksucker. He told me that if I said that to him again he would kick my ass. Several other kids told their parents, who told the camp, who fired him. The rest of the summer was surprisingly pleasant with that bastard gone.

This troper suffers from ADD, and had a particularly bad case growing up. I wasn't doing the best in my classes because of this, though I'm now a all AP student. In addition to being a DitzyGenius, I was quite the RebelliousSpirit who disliked authority figures, particularly "bad" ones. I remember in the second grade my math teacher had a obvious dislike for me, being bitter and cruel to me in particular. It probably doesn't help I'm a writer type, who dislikes math. Well one day when I was told by my parents to ride the bus at the end of the day to a daycare instead of being picked up. I was waiting calmly in the cafeteria for the bus while daydreaming pleasantly, something I began to do more often other than be yelled at by said teacher. Suddenly I found myself being ripped out of my seat violently and being dragged to the principal. It was that math teacher, who was cursing at me that I shouldn't be there. She began to tell the principal how I was "A stupid lazy little girl with her head in the clouds! She'll never be able to do anything right and will always have to have someone take care of her!". I don't remember all of what she said, now being in highschool but she continued on about how I was a failure and never make it in life. I stomped my foot and pulled my throbbing arm away from her yelling that I wasn't a stupid little girl, and she was just bitter and hateful. I ran away from her hiding in the bathroom stall, adrenaline making my heart go about a thousand miles an hour. Only when I was sure nobody was with me in the bathroom I burst into tears. It sounds pathetic but even then I was very aware that I was different, and had low self esteem. I only came out of the bathroom when I heard the principal, running directly to her(and sure that my tears weren't visible), hpping she would believe me when I was said I was supposed to be here. She turned to the math teacher and stated that I was in fact supposed to ride the bus. My parents weren't very happy to say the least, particularly my father. I really didn't realise how dreadful it was that she did this to an 7 or 8 year-old, till I was older and looked back on the event. Came back as kind of FridgeHorror.

Oh God, I had the exact same experience with my math teacher, except I was 9.

This troper's 4th grade teacher was terrible. Not to me, but to my best friend. She was forbidden from leaving the class to use the bathroom, speaking, or even moving. The teacher forced her to stay in the room during recess and lunch for the most minor things. I suspect that she was somewhat racist, as my friend was the only black girl in the class and the teacher usually didn't have much of a problem with anyone else.

This troper, while not as bad as some of the other stories, had two teachers in highschool who belong on this page.First my French teacher in my 4th year (most of the class were 16 year old) decided it was a good idea to fail about the whole class after she got back from maternity leave (we had a VERY good substitute teacher), about the only person in who didn't fail for that trimester was the one girl that was the considered the smartest by most teachers. She also refused to teach us for the last 2 weeks or so before the final exams because we 'talked to much', just wrote the anwers on the blackboard and refused to even listen to any questions we had. We had something of a reputation, but still. The worst part? She was our class teacher! A couple of my classmates went to the principal and we were happy to hear that the next year she wasn't allowed to be a class teacher anymore. The second example was our Dutch/English teacher in the last two years of highschool. She was determined to make us speak 'proper' Dutch and English (even though most people hadn't talked like her for over 10 years) and would get very angry when someone talked the way they were raised by their parents. But the worst part was when she failed a friend for a Dutch exam because said friend had argued with her during English several MONTHS before the exam during a short in-class test. She wasn't the only person arguing with her, but the teacher couldn't stand her so she probably thought it was a good way to get back at the girl in question. Said teacher had a similar reputation in several other classes.

This troper's bitchy, all-around incompetent kindergarten teacher, Bitch In Sheep's Clothing fifth-grade teacher, and two of the counselors at a [=DuPont=] Hospital summer camp I was at qualify for this trope, full stop.

This just happened a student at the middle school where this troper works. I should mention here that the students involved are low-functioning foster children with abuse (C) and abandonment (J) issues. Through a long and complicated series of events, two foster brothers got in trouble for nothing (it really was just a misunderstanding). After everything was cleared up and everyone was laughing it off later, one of the teacher's aids turned to J and told him that C wouldn't have gotten in as much trouble as J because "their foster parents love C more than J." That family's spent years trying to make J feel safe and secure in a family setting and she just destroyed it in four seconds.

This troper(cnada) had several: 1. 3rd-grade teacher told me I would be a failure in life because I had trouble with long division & cursive writing. And she took some of my books, too. 2. Several PE teachers told me I would never amount to anything in life because I couldn't run a mile in 5 minutes(stupid Presidental Fitness tests) 3.My freshman lit professor accused me of cheating because my mom read my essays(I asked my mom to just to make sure they made sense.)

This troper maintains that teachers of the Chinese language in Singaporean schools are all completely insane. Examples include...

A teacher who scolded her for cleaning her desk off when other students had smeared it with mud.

Unusual punishments (considered the norm for Chinese teachers) such as standing on a desk on one leg while pulling one's ears.

Having ones schoolbag thrown into the school pond repeatedly for missing homework/poor grades.

Open mockery by imitation of students who had trouble reading the language.

This Troper's 6th grade math teacher apparently had a grudge against him because he already knew most of the material (To make a long story short, IQ=136 last time I checked.) but didn't do his homework. So, whenever I talked without raising my hand, he sent me outside FOR THE REST OF THE CLASS, while the other students did this ALL THE TIME and he didn't care.

Though not physically abusive, this troper had a teacher that was as crazy as W Bush}} George W. Bush. Teaching a class of Special Education children (most of them with Deficit... Ooh, Shiny!}} ADD), she compared them to a class without the disorder and said she "expected more" from them, even though she was expecting them to come to class EARLY, being silent and starting class before it began. When I pointed this out, she said it was her decision what she wanted to do, not the students, funny, because the same teacher repeatedly advises students to ask for accomodations, then tries to talk them out of them when they ask.

To anyone who still cares, the situation eventually got to the point where she made me cry. After that, she gave a full-hearted and meaningful apology, and proceeded to Moment of Heartwarming}} never be mean to the class ever again.

This troper had a teacher whose reputation was this trope in spades. I mean really, a full-fledged PhD teaching high school seniors English? If you missed turning in an assignment, you would not get credit for any work until that assignment was submitted. One of my classmates failed the class for not doing an in-class spelling test, worth around 20 points in a semester where over 5000 points were possible. In the essay-writing portion of the class, you could expect to see a draft returned at least a half-dozen times full of red marks; up to and including the day before the due date, along with a typewritten (Yes, typewritten. In the late 90s. With both the lower-case e and t slightly off-center.) note saying it's not good enough yet. Looking back, Dr. B. was more of the {{Stern Teacher}} than the sadist. Said classmate was badgered daily to set aside ten minutes to take the stupid test so he could get credit for the rest of the work he'd done all semester. The grading rule was spelled out the first day of class, and (until his mother got sick) he would be in his classroom an hour before school started and two hours after the final bell in case anyone needed help with an assignment. The man may have expected perfection, but he was willing to put in the time to help you achieve it; but if you didn't ask for help, he assumed you were capable of doing it on your own.

My 12th grade physics teacher was an interesting subversion of this. Many of my friends who'd had him considered him a borderline sadistic jerk with a serious misanthropic streak. However, while not one to suffer fools, and prone to make utterly deadly sarcastic remarks when he saw fit, he proved an amazingly helpful, interesting teacher and a great, weirdly sympathetic person to talk to. To boot, the two people in class who were most hostile to me were also the two that, for somewhat different reasons - the overlap being willful stupidity and obnoxiousness - really got on said teacher's bad side... On the other, straight end of things lie two of a rather nasty cast:

The first, my 8th grade math teacher. In all honesty, I think I rubbed him the wrong way because a) regardless his above-average intellect, I was ''still'', ultimately, quite a bit smarter than him, and b) I was (and still am) a complete CloudCuckooLander with a variable attention span and high forgetfulness. He was also a complete TedBaxter (formerly a JerkJock), and extremely popular at my school for whatever reason. I tried to get along with him. I really did. But, as is so often the case, there was a breaking point, and in that altercation I told him that he could die and go to hell. Naturally, I was removed from his class... And yet, he continued to harass me over a book I'd borrowed from his classroom earlier in the year, despite my having been told, along with my family, that he hadn't wanted to attend the transferral meeting due to "extreme emotional distress". Which was bull.

My 9th grade P.E. teacher hated me right off the bat. I only had him for a few semesters, but that was enough. Or so I thought. You see, said teacher was sort of TheDragon for the head of the P.E. department, who I didn't get along particularly well with. And with my lovely luck, said dept. head was put in charge of my part of the school as assistant principal. Under said fellow's rule, I was assigned a suspension for something stupid (lateness to gym, probably), which was moved to a Saturday detention. That Saturday, there was a huge rainstorm, preventing my mom from driving me to the school... Which, for whatever freak reason, apparently didn't hit the half of the township that the school was in! So, I'm given ''multiple'' suspensions, but ''without being informed until the day of the first one'', at which point my sadistic P.E. teacher comes to the door of my freaking history class - my favorite class, by the way - and orders me out with extraordinary glee. For various reasons - I thank many lesser gods, including my mother - I only served that one suspension, but to see that bastard's smug look was thoroughly sickening. I have other anecdotes about him, one involving him taunting me while I probably needed medical attention, but that's another matter...

My younger sister is in 10th grade. She hasn't stood for the Pledge of Allegiance at all this year. At first her teacher just gave her dirty looks and would walk over to her desk and say the pledge in her face, but now she gives her low grades on homework that was done perfectly. On top of all that, the reason she doesn't stand up is because she has bad legs and can barely walk or stand without being in severe pain.

This has been both averted and played straight in my life. The first teacher who subverted this trope was a large man who probably spoke to me forcefully in Reception (uhhh...I think that's a bit like First Grade). I hated him for a long time and wanted him to get the sack, all the way through school right up until Year 6 dreading him...and he turned out to be a GentleGiant. He did shout, oh yes, but he was actually very soft-spoken, a tragically heavy smoker who just couldn't give up, but he was never as evil as he was made out to be. No, not as evil as the one who played it straight: we were doing an assessment in school and I was bored with the work, so I drew the Hindenburg Crash on my hand (I was a normal child, don't judge me!) My teacher, who I had had problems with before, saw my hand, and humiliated me before the class with it. She very inappropriately punished me with a photograph of my hand and walked off. She got in trouble, obviously. Turns out she thought I drew a penis on my hand, but still...God.

My fourth grade teacher was a nightmare. She would pick on children in our class for petty reasons, or sometimes for no reason at all. She once scolded a girl for having hair that was 'too long' (it only reached to the middle of her back and was very straight), and she complained about not liking the way a boy's bangs were cut. She frequently berated people in the middle of class, tore up papers without names and generally treated us like dirt. At one point, we received a worksheet and were made to color parts of it in. I did my work and gave it to her, and then she used it later as an example of how NOT to color -- calling my work sloppy and saying that it was garbage, even though I spent just as much time on it as everyone else. None of this seems like a big deal to me now, but as a 10 year old I was pretty poorly equipped to handle such an abrasive (that's a pretty generous word) teacher.

This troper has been blessed to have teachers that were strict, but not sadistic. My fourth grade teacher made me clean out my desk and use a box to hold my things for the rest of the year, but my desk HAD gotten quite messy and I wasn't really trying to keep it neat. I heard that she later felt really guilty when I was later diagnosed with A.D.D. and she didn't notice. The closest thing I had was actually a HippieTeacher, one of the harshest graders I've ever met. It was I.B., sure, so I suppose it's necessary to weed out the students who can't handle it, but would it kill you to let the parents know? He read out the names at my graduation and my mother said she would have posted bail if I had punched him (something I had no inclination to do, mind you).

Okay, let me get my thoughts together. My first SadistTeacher was some lady, a friend of my parents apparently, who ran a day care out of her house. That's right, it was at day care. She would scream at me whenever I did something besides the assigned activity, wouldn't let me read (Or look at pictures in books, as it were) during nap time even though I wasn't sleepy, she kept feeding me peanuts even when they made me sick (Undiagnosed allergy be damned) and I was only ten months-one year old. She left such an impression that my brain actually bypassed the 'forget anything before age three' bit. Oh, and the kicker, also the one part I have no memory of, one day she called my mom say the back of my head felt 'squishy'. It turns out I'd gotten a skull fracture and concussion. At ''under a year old.'' The doctors say it could have only happened if I'd hit my head particularly hard (Like falling down the stairs) or... If someone had hit me. I ''hate'' that woman.

*looks at her entry below, then this one again* Did we have the same teacher?

My second SadistTeacher was my kindergarden teacher, and she wasn't nearly as bad as the day care lady, but she was a very controlling woman, occasionally played favorites, and a big factor in my mom deciding to homeschool me was the fact that there was literally ''no'' creativity allowed in the class. When we walked in the halls, we had to be absolutely silent and any talking was punished, and when in class we couldn't go off and do our own thing, we had to stay with whatever activity the people in our group was assigned, and we had to be quiet about it. My mom had me out of that school before the year was out.

This troper went to SadistTeacher Elementary School. Even tough nothing physical was involved, the psycho terror was enough for her. Les examples:

When walking to the crafts room, this troper's case went open due to a faulty lock, spilling all her materials. She got yelled at for that.

Don't know your parents' mobile phone number by heart? Get yelled at for being stupid.

Fail to do a math test under influence of iris-relaxing drops (doctor's appointment)? You are just too stupid!

Actually there was just one teacher who was okay. One. Even the cleaning personal was mean!

a milder example- this troper's 9th grade Spanish teacher came in half way through the year, after our first teacher got sick. The new teacher was very demanding. on the first day of class, she asked everyone to get out their Spanish dictionaries- but no one had one, because we used the schools. she declared that everyone who didn't have one would get an 'F' for the day. she also would constantly ask for worksheets that she'd never given us, and give out 'F's for not having them. she also yelled at a good friend of mine and told her she'd fail the class, because she missed a test- my friend had been life-threateningly ill, and had only come back that day. heaven help you if your binder dividers weren't organized/labeled correctly! i got an 'F' one day because i'd used an old divided that read " homework" instead of "tarea"(homework- in spanish!) once, she put everyone into groups, making sure that each group had at least one student who didn't care about school, then told us we had to give an oral report- in ''perfect'' Spanish- about Spain, and that if a single person from the group messed up, even once, we'd ALL fail. part of this presentation, which was worth a great deal( about 40% of the quarter grade), involved cooking a Spanish dish...and making enough for the whole class, of about 35 kids. she never hit anyone, but she was always calling us lazy, stupid, worthless... this troper learned 0 spanish, but got an " A" because she never back-talked... she didn't return the next year.

Windmall Primary School in Belle Isle Leeds, England Is a Sadistic School, name more than five teachers there who aren't mean or two faced to children aged between FOUR & eleven.

Before I entered first grade at Minot Consolidated School, I was cheerful, outgoing, respectful to authority figures, and generally got my work done on time, if not early. By the time I left, after 8th grade, I was bitter, withdrawn, cynical, and never bothered doing any schoolwork. In first grade, I was called a liar because I said I knew how to read. Mrs. Hammond told us all that first graders never knew how to read. And this happened after they'd gone through the ''exact same thing'' with my older sisters and brother! My mother straightened her out- I'd been reading since I was three, and was already going through my oldest sister's classic Nancy Drews. Not too long after that, I have my first encounter with the principal, John Mullen. He comes raging into class and accuses a girl of having done... something. I don't remember what. But he stands there and yells at her for what felt like forever, telling her that she was obviously guilty, because she wouldn't be crying if she wasn't. The girl in question was quiet, slightly shy, and a bit slow; he earned the instant and undying hatred of everyone in the class at that moment. The fact that she was related to about half of them didn't help. I became a favorite target of his, as I had no interest in either athletics or traditional girly activities. He was always making comments about "dumb girls" and talking about how girls couldn't do math, and any girl who made a math error was immediately humiliated. Health problems were always mocked; one boy with hemophilia was honestly afraid for his life. Afraid of anything? You would be mocked for it until you left; not good for people, like me, with what was then a severe thunderstorm phobia. Onde day he told me that I'd better go to college and make a career, because I was too ugly to net a husband. The next day, after I made a math error, he told me that I'd better get married young, because I was too stupid to have a career. We complained to our parents, of course, but they thought we were exaggerating. Then several years down the road, when the former students have kids of their own coming home with depressingly familiar stories, he gets forced out of teaching, and then into retirement.

High school was okay except for one teacher, but after Minot, she was just an annoyance. When I finally got to college, though...

Penny Carey at Southern Maine Community College. She either ignored or belittled any male students in her class. She stated flat out that all Gypsies were thieves and con artists and that you should call the police if they were ever anywhere near you. She called me and my friend a couple of heifers in front of the whole class. (I responded "moo" and showed up to the next class with a cow plushie on my bag and wearing my borther's Apocalypse Cow t-shirt. She didn't notice, but the snickers around me indicated that the class did.) She was also incompetent, and after the "heifer" crack, I started being a JerkAss about showing her up whenver she tried to teach us something that was wrong. She had to give me an A, though, because I did the work (for myself and a few of my classmates, actually) and because I had proved very publicly that I knew the class material better than she did.

This semester was the first time I ever RageQuit a class. I was taking my PE requirement again, since they suddenly decided that the class I had already taken no longer counted and I thought I'd make it easy for everyone and just take one that satisfied their current fad. The instructor of record showed up the first day, at which point we all learned that she was only the supervisor and our actual instructors were all students. Unfortunately, our SI decided that she had complete power over us. Anybody absent was openly mocked, as were the students who dropped the course. She threatened to let us drown if we didn't do exactly as she said. And when I couldn't keep up with students half my age who don't have my health issues- issues which I had told her about repeatedly- I was treated as a lazy, incompetent halfwit. One day, after being yelled at for not doing something that was physically impossible for me (I had already almost injured myself trying to do it), I got fed up, swam to the side of the pool, and walked out. I told my advisor and the people at the registrar's office exactly why I was dropping the class, too. Raiku: I had a teacher in the 2nd grade who'd call me out for doing something diffrent(keep in mind I have Aspergers Syndrome). Plus, she'd steal stuff from other kids and plant it in my desk. Then in the 7th grade I had a gym teacher who'd encourage other students to beat me up, throw basketballs at my face etc. and threaten to have stuff done to me if I told a teacher. I'm currently trying to get the school to at least make a public aplology.

This troper was taking a required Differential Equations class with an EXTREMELY sadist teacher. He gave very crappy "classes" (most of those were ripped straight from Boyce's 'Elementary Differential Equations', but with errors), and on the first test, he decided to ask questions about some subject he never covered '''at all''' in class, and most of his classes began with rants on how he hated some students. His assignments were also handwritten, and a mess that you had to figure out. I, and most students, decided to RageQuit this class and take it again next year with a good teacher.

This troper has had a few, though they're very mild compared to most of what's on this page. I have diabetes and spina bifida, which figures into some of this. The diabetes came with...well, the typical issues diabetes has. The spina bifida meant that I have issues with my bladder--I typically get three minutes of warning if I have to go, and am lucky to be able to hold it for ten--and meant I couldn't lift anything much heavier than a box of clementines.

The first one was the kindergarten teacher, ironically named Mrs. Love. Her younger brother had diabetes, and I guess she was a taaaad bit bitter over how much extra attention he had always been given. She was much stricter and rather terse with me in class; while one of the boys was running around screaming like a banshee, he was utterly ignored, and yet I would get yelled at for accidentally dropping something. And when it came to writing up our reports for upcoming parent conferences, she wrote that I was antagonistic towards the other kids, I picked fights, I yelled and screamed, I didn't get along with or play well with the others, I didn't listen to instructions and I became rebellious at all attempts at correction, and I cried too easily. Luckily, she went on maternity leave, and our new teacher handled the conferences and told my parents that she had no idea what Mrs. Love had been talking about, since the only part that applied was that I was five and I cried really easily.

Next was my history teacher in fifth grade. That was the only class we changed for; otherwise we had the same teacher for all of our classes. Since we were only in there for about 45 minutes, he didn't like for any of us to go to the bathroom during his class. My regular teacher and the nurse had explained to him about my situation, but he still typically wouldn't let me go. And one day, after asking him about four times in six minutes and he continually said no...I peed myself in class. I was just glad the chair had remained miraculously dry, or I would've had to tell him (as a rather socially awkward 10-year-old, I really didn't want to say 'oh, hey, I peed my pants!' to anyone). I just tied my hoodie around my waist and went about my day as normal.

This troper was one of the fifteen four-year-olds in her town who were considered "advanced" and got to go to a special preschool, in a special building. The teacher there was ''horrible.'' She would force us to eat everything in our plate--even if we threw up while eating, even if we cried, and repeaedly threatened to force-feed us. For no reason, out of ''nowhere'', she would grab a helpless child by their wrist and squeeze as hard as she could, leaving red rings around our wrists. I would ask to play a certain game, only to be told ''"Never."'' Then there was the mid-yearly test we all had--basic stuff, like "Which line is longer?" and "Which fabric is scratchy?" She was the one giving the test and would get angry at us if we got a question ''right.'' That's right, correct answers made her angry at us, and she's start speaking to the test-taker in a hissing voice, squeezing their wrist ''again.'' I ended up getting a home-visit from her, for reasons I can't remember, and the entire time, right in front of my ''mother'', she would fix me with this icy, hard stare, like she wanted to throttle me. Again, we were all ''four years old.'' I often wonder how the hell she got her teaching job.

This troper, like many, has a long line of these, starting rather late, in third grade.

This troper has seizures. This troper's third grade teacher refused to believe that they were seizures and not me throwing temper tantrums, no matter what medical evidence my family presented. In her defense, they aren't fall down and twitch seizures, but several hour long fits where I can't talk, can't understand speech, run, hide, and when cornered, bite, kick, and fight until I can get away, and which I don't remember afterwards, but while this might if I'm generous excuse her attempts to get me expelled, given that I think she really didn't believe they were seizures, it doesn't excuse the fact that she encouraged the other students to bully me and mock me for my "strange behavior" and when she saw me getting kicked in the head and held down while sand was stuffed in my mouth, did nothing. The physical was never the worst of it though. No one would talk to me. I was a pariah. Kids wouldn't wear barrettes if I started wearing them. And this was the year we found a treatment for the seizures that worked. I used to have them every day, and all of a sudden, I was having them once a month. My seizures prevented memory formation, and I walked around in a constant aura (state of mini seizing) and don't remember anything about my childhood, until I started "waking up" midway through third grade. this teacher took it as proof that the seizures weren't real and I was just a bad kid who had learned to behave herself. The bullying got worse. All of a sudden, no one was afraid of me. This is when the physical abuse by the other kids started. It got so bad, my mother was forced to volunteer for the school just to have someone there to witness. Unfortunately the principal agreed with my teacher and thought I was a troublemaker who deserved what I got. It got so bad, the vice principal and librarian left the school in large part over how I was treated. Thankfully, my parents thought it was a great idea for me to follow the vice principal to her new school for fourth grade. But as this was the first social experience I can remember, it left me with deep social anxiety, and set me up to be a bully victim for years to come.

My seventh grade science teacher on the other hand was a born again Christian who hated all non-Christians, and tried to get little Jewish me sent to school mandated therapy twice for talking back to her about teaching creationism, and tried to fail me twice, and only didn't manage because I won two county science awards. It didn't help I was good friends with (and therefore corrupting) her daughter. She moved away the year after I had her. Oh, she also graded on a curve. For an honors class. She failed the bottom half of her class, even though they would have gotten A's and B's anywhere else, and gave anyone else who got below a 98% a C.

My seventh grade math teacher was also one of these, but thankfully decided tormenting me wasn't worth the bother and sent me over to the eighth grade math class where the teacher was wonderful. I have heard stories from her other students though.

My eighth grade band teacher got one of my best friend's family put on a terrorist watch list while they were flying said friend's brother all around the country for leukemia treatment. The law suit that generated put my friend and her brother through college and paid for his cancer treatment, but that's a special kind of evil. She also tried to get me institutionalized after she saw one of my seizures.

My ninth grade drama teacher (I've noticed a lot of drama teachers on here...) after telling me my latex allergy wouldn't be a problem and that there wouldn't be any set painting in the theater held set design there every day. And when I complained, told me I should go live in a damn bubble if I was so damn sensitive. Sounds really minor next to the rest, but when I had an asthma attack, in her class, she refused to let me leave for the health office, and tried to have me suspended when I left anyway. The rule was, all inhalers had to be kept in the nurse's office, along with epi-pens and all other rescue meds. Because of the delay, I had to go to the hospital. She was never reprimanded.

My tenth grade math teacher and my best friend's eleventh grade math teacher have charges pending against them for allowing students to drink while on school trips and taking the boys to a strip club. What isn't mentioned was that they encouraged the sexual harassment of their female and gay male students.

My eleventh grade English teacher was Umbridge. She was all sweety sweet, and then told us she was so disappointed in how bad we were, and we were all going to end up in jail. I withdrew and got my GED two weeks into eleventh grade, so I didn't need to suffer her long, but one of my best friends had her for a year, and left her class crying, every day.

A special mention should go to a certain substitute teacher. My school gathered up all of the gifted "twice exceptional" students (students who qualified for special ed funding, which the gifted program fell under, and were also disabled) and put us into one class. This might sound like a bad idea, but we had two wonderful, nurturing teachers who fought for us against the other teachers, and this program is why I survived to drop out in eleventh grade. One day, both teachers were out at a conference. This only happened twice. The second time it happened, we had a substitute teacher come in and tell us all about how the human gene pool was getting polluted because of modern medicine and welfare, and we should let everyone who wouldn't survive without modern medical intervention die for the good of mankind. I got up and demanded to know if he realized that he had just told a bunch of disabled kids, some of whom were still fighting for their lives, that they should have died years ago. He sort of muttered a bit and sat down. That friend of mine whose brother had leukemia? That brother was in that class. His parents made sure the man never taught in that school district again.

Among this troper's good teachers, were two beautiful subversions. My sixth grade math teacher, who was in her eighties had a reputation for being this, as it turned out because she wouldn't let the bullies get away with anything, and because she looked like a witch. My high school Russian teacher was a six foot three recovering alcoholic Brooklyn woman who terrified everybody, until we got to know her. After that, we loved her. And she adored us right back, even if she told us we were all driving her back to drink and pharmaceuticals. She had to leave teaching due to failing health, a tremendous loss to the education system.

This troper's dad had a french teacher who used to throw all kinds of objects at him (books, pens, chairs...) and regularly kicked him out of the class. (Oddly enough, this same teacher said my dad would never learn French because he "wouldn't need it", and my family moved to france a few years ago.)

This troper's History teacher apparently takes joy in hurting her students. She once called a student's Arabic writing "silly symbols" (something that's EXTREMELY offensive), yelled at this troper for not doing her work because she was worried about her mother, who was in the hospital (and also practically made fun of me about it) and rarely bothers to explain anything a second time in case someone didn't hear or understand. The class barely gets any work done because we have no idea what to do and she'll (gladly, it seems) fail us. Recently, she threw a student out the room (literally; she shoved them out). The reason? Said student didn't want to work due to having a very bad stomachache.

outright subverted in my life, i was a real dick during public school, my teachers were mostly understanding, too busy, or too appathetic to care. and my principle was awesome, seriously, this dude was there for 13 years before i even started and he held that position because he was damn good at it! however because i never did any homework 4 out of my five 1-6 grade teachers thought i had add or adhd. i'd probably still be on meds if it wasn't for my awesome parents basically saying, "you will not test him for add/adhd" which compared to what i'm hearing is sainthood for all involved. but alas my brother on the other hand had a tough time going through 3rd and 4th grade, he was a bit more chubby than the rest of the kids, not outright fat, but throughout the two years he would be pestered to tears, picked on, abused, by the kids around him and the teachers did nothing. finally one time one of his classmates outright called him gay, after the classmates parents called him gay, and my brother was sent to the principle. mind you this was before the whole gay rights movement and all that jazz, the principle calls my mother, asks her to come to the school, the teacher pleads the case, that my brother was gay, and in front of my mother proceeds to ask my 8 year old brother if he is homsexual. needless to say we were homeschooled until we moved back to new york. also, if your teacher is physically hitting you, or verbally abusing you don't do nothing, go and talk to the people of authority, the principle, the super intendant, the school board, if they won't listen then go to your parents, if they won't listen go to the police. if they won't listen then stand on the corner of the street and start yelling at the top of your lungs what the teacher has been doing, someone will listen, i would listen.

This happened back in my first year of (British) high school. I was barely eleven years old (damn end-of-August birthday making me the youngest in my year) and had only just entered the school system, having been homeschooled since the age of four. My mother had had to fight to get me into the school due to having homeschooled me, leading me to start several days after everyone else. The teachers knew this and most were quite understanding. However, one of my Personal and Social Education tutors humiliated me on my FIRST DAY. In the class, we were discussing the legalities surrounding school attendance, presumably to scare everyone into not trying to skip classes. The tutor informed us that if we didn't attend school, our parents could get into serious legal trouble. Me being the naive but honest kid I was, raised my hand and pointed out quite respectfully that my mother had taught me at home for over six years. This teacher's response was to draw herself up, give me a scathing look, and in a loud and condescendng tone of voice, reply, "Well, your ''mother'' should have gone to ''prison'' then." Unable to even formulate a response, I just stared at my desk, trying not to burst into tears at having been humiliated in front of my entire class. She then proceeded to mock me about being a crybaby, unable to handle a school situation and clearly utterly incapable of ever socialising in the real world, because my mother had kept me away from socialising with my peer group. I didn't dare try to respond in case I burst into tears, even though she was completely in the wrong.

Fortunately, it was the last class of the day and I told my mother as soon as she arrived to pick me up. Her response? To march in, ask to speak to the headmistress, and demand a full apology from the school. The teacher ended up fired. So that was a positive. On the other hand, that incident marked me out as a legitimate target by my peer group (because of course, if a ''teacher'' humiliates a shy, slightly overweight blonde girl with glasses in public, that girl is fair game). The teacher thereby ensured that the next five years would be hell for me, leading me to end up with an overeating disorder, borderline depression and severe social ineptness, all of which I'm still struggling with today.

This Troper is mildly autistic and, as a result, sucks at PE. Last year, she had a Gym teacher from Hell. He would make her run endlessly around whatever field we were using at the time, would completely ignore my questions (even though I ''need'' clarity), and got me lost in the forest near school ''twice''. The first time I got lost was at the beginning of the year, September-ish. We had to run across the lake in the forest (a pretty big-ass lake) and report back to the teacher, who was standing at the starting point. I told him that while my classmates had been running this for years, I was a transfer student, and a city girl at that. He told me to follow someone else, despite the fact I really can't keep up with even the slowest kid in the class, doubly so because I wasn't feeling well. He ignored me and made me run anyway, after which I got lost for half an hour beyond the time limit of forty-five minutes. The second time was in spring, where we had to run a forest trail used by horseback riders within forty minutes. Again, I wasn't feeling well and I asked the teacher if I could just sit this one out after what happened in September, and he told me to just go ahead and try it anyway. While a perfectly healthy girl who made a habit of skipping lessons and “didn't feel like running today” got to hold a stopwatch at the finish line. Again, I got horribly lost, but this time I was gone for an '''hour''' beyond the time limit of forty minutes. This time my mother heard what happened and she proceded to raise hell over this at the head of my department. My gym teacher got chewed out thoroughly and while I've got a different gym teacher now, the SadistTeacher is now honestly ''afraid of doing anything wrong with me'', going as far as to ask my new teacher to take extra care in making sure I understand everything. I consider this my mother's combined CrowningMomentOfAwesome and a CrowningMomentOfHeartwarming.

I actually have a rare positive example of this trope. Yes, positive Sadist teachers do exist; they actually are one of the few adults who ''look out'' for other students. So anyways, in Jr. High, one of the nicest teachers I knew spotted several bullies callously beating up a kid and calling him stuff like "fag". He then gives him detention...and tells them to write a letter of apology to the kid. However they present their letters, he literally reads them all over, rips them up and then says, "Do it again. This time, I want you to actually ''MEAN'' it." They present them again...then he reads them, and rips them up again and looks at them and says, "Perhaps you didn't understand me - 'Meaning it' means 'You mean what you write and AREN'T just writing down a hunk of bullshit to get out of detention sooner'." One of the bullies was let out early because he got the message (or just did a very good job of fooling the teacher) but the other three had to rewrite their letters of apology ''six times'' before he approved it. And before you ask how I knew this, he actually personally told me this. I wish we had more people like that, although granted I really wish people would just apologize ''without'' having someone like that psychologically torture them into doing so.

last yr when i was in yr 9 I had this really bitchy teacher who would like try and find any excuse to make you feel shit. she is now retired but when she was at my school she yelled at one student after he spelt disapointed wrong she made all of us write this as most of the studants had somehow managed to supposably done their homework wrong, she hated me the most out of everyone as i was really crap in english and got the lowest marks out of everyone she evan once rang my mum up while i was on a school camp to tell her that I was extremly bad and that it was a good idea to make me do a special class for people who are crap at a certain subject, she tried to force me into doing it. She was so rude she got my best mate and his mum as well and told his mum who also works at the school that my best mate should be tested. Like wtf u dont say that to your childs mum. she aslo non stopped bragged about her children and how perfect they were we dont care about your children. everyone feared her and were too afraid to do anything. most of the parents hated her unfortunatley my mum wasnt one of them. She also favoured the best students but if they did one thing wrong she punished them as well.

This troper had a real-life double subversion. In 6th grade, he had a PE teacher who initially seemed nice, but began to be an object of utter hatred to him within a few months. She annoyed him eternally because she would always pick on the boys in great detail, but never be angry at a girl. Not to mention she would discipline ''extremely'' strictly and her anger was... to be feared. Then one day as he was talking to a platonic female friend, the aforementioned girl mentioned that her class played dodgeball (his favorite game, generally only played 10x a year) every day. This angered him further, and one day as he discussed this with a (different, male) friend after PE class... #QUOTE#'''Troper''': They play dodgeball ''every day'' in there... #QUOTE#'''Friend''': Are you ''serious''?! #QUOTE#'''Troper''': Yeah. It's so unfair! #QUOTE#'''Troper's PE teacher''': What's so unfair? #QUOTE#'''Troper''': OHHHHHHH CRAAAAAAP... #QUOTE#'''Friend''': *quickly flees*

Fortunately, this had unexpectedly pleasant consequences. The teacher sent me an email after school and said something along the lines of "I was thinking over what you said in class today, and I decided that it ''is'' kind of unfair. What if we play Capture The Flag all this week, does that sound fair to you?" I had a healthy respect for her the rest of the year.

This troper spent many years as the target of extreme bullying and abuse from their peers throughout Secondary School. Which was openly encouraged by some of the teachers. One teacher would engage the other students (the abusers) in discussions about this tropers supposed 'oddness' and how the teacher believed that this troper was going to leave with grades solely composing of D's and E's (I didn't for clarification, had a decent set of mostly B's and C's). Another teacher within the same department called the students over with this tropers open exercize book declaring "Look at the weird things she writes! Look at the thing she draws, thats just sick, why do you do that?" Other times this troper would find a 'Kick Me' sign stuck to her back (Which was of course acted upon) and wasn't even made aware of it until they'd be viciously kicked down the stairs past staff-members who plainly saw what was happening. This troper finds it sadistic in the fact that the tropers abuse from their peers was something a vast majority if not all staff knew about quite well, the teaching staff openly encouraging the other students to the point of joining in with the verbal abuse on occassions has never really left them.

This troper's IB history teacher was, among other things, racist, sexist and a Holocaust denier. He outright stated that he would only award 'A' grades on tests to the students he liked (who were 4 or 5 out of 32), would deduct points from assignments for no reason whatsoever, would publicly insult students (he once called a friend of mine, who had had a sheltered childhood, a whore in front of the whole class), and would change his definiton of events somewhere between the time where he gave the lecture and the grading of our exams. He once failed me on a chapter test for quoting The Prince in an essay about Castro. So yeah, he wasn't physically abusive, but he was a spiteful old bastard. Worse, he had tenure, and despite constant complaints of discrimination, particularly against Jewish students, no action has ever been taken against him, because he has tenure.

My GCSE Drama teacher has now officially fallen into this. I was never the best drama student, but I enjoyed it before because I'd had good teachers, so I picked it for GCSE level. Well, the teacher put a '''''very''''' large emphasis on "physical theatre", something which I happen to hate. This would have been tolerable enough if he hadn't focused on it to the detriment of everything else - like, y'know, acting - and forcing us to include it in every scene we ever did, even if it didn't make sense. When he commented on our performances (something he almost never does), it's about the use of physical theatre and, usually, nothing else - it's driven both groups preparing our end of year performances to produce a load of pretentious, plotless tripe, and it's driving me nuts! Speaking of his commenting on our performances, when he does do it, it's never anything constructive, just some passive-aggressive twaddle about, essentially, how it was crap. So where does the sadist part come in? Well, he focuses on the three best students in the class and ignores everyone else, and said students seem to think that this gives them the right to control everything in the tasks we do. If you aren't involved in the school play and you don't go to his stupid physical theatre workshops (something I can't do, because I have to revise a LOT) he'll ignore you even more. He doesn't even seem to like them very much, and never has anything positive to say about any performances we do - seriously, he outright came out and said that the performances we did at the end of Year 10 were all terrible! The final straw came when I came to ask him about some problems I'd been having with drama (essentially, because he can't explain anything properly, but of course I didn't say that to his face), and now he ignores me completely. I'm probably going to fail GCSE Drama now because of this bastard. (There's a rumour going around that he treats his students this way because of his wife's death - I'm sorry about what happened to him, but that's no excuse to treat your students like dirt.)

The length of this list convinces this troper that tenure needs to be abolished. It was a system set up back when racial discrimination was legal, in order to keep black teachers from being fired just because they were black. But now, with other laws prohibiting discrimination, tenure seems to serve mostly to let teachers like the ones posted here get away with murder. By getting rid of tenure, it will not literally cost a school $200,000 or more in legal fees to fire a truly abusive or incompetent teacher, and there will still be legal options for those truly wrongly fired. Thankfully, this troper never had any truly sadistic teachers. A few Stern Teachers, but no Sadist ones.

Tenure is not the only reason why bad teachers aren't fired: that's just a convenient punching bag for pundits who haven't set foot in a classroom since they graduated from high school. A big, big reason is because many schools--especially rural or urban, low-income, minority ones--have teacher shortages. There is also a very high demand for math, science, special education, foreign language and bilingual/ESL teachers, even in schools that are not rural or urban/low-income. Most of the very worst teachers I've ever had were math and science teachers and it was something of an open secret that they got to stay on because there was no one else to take their spots. Half of them weren't even hired to teach math or science in the first place, it was just something they got stuck with. And that's not factoring in the teachers who get burnt out their first year and decide to move to another district or forego teaching all together.

This troper had a PE teacher some time ago that, when I wore shoes that deviated from the rest (aka not tennis shoes [damn that "sh" sandhi]) he would bark something like #QUOTE# Teacher: You aren't allowed to wear shoes, you'll get a zero for the day if you do. #QUOTE# Troper: But tennis shoes '''are''' shoes! #QUOTE# Teacher: No, they're not. Next time you wear them, it's a zero. #QUOTE# *puzzled troper ponders why the PE teacher doesn't consider a tennis shoe a "shoe"*

This troper has tons of these in almost every class he goes to, with the exception of Sean. They love to keep me after school just because I'm not as "lucky as the other students". Even giving me more work just so I can stay in longer. They even go so far as to call on me the most and humiliate me, and only me. Keep in mind that I have an extensive ButtMonkey status.

My Geography teacher once gave me homework which involved a sheet with two pictures and two sheets with the same pictures on. I did it on the individual photos on the 2 sheets and the teacher let me off because I was stupid and I quote "not very tall" (I was one of the short kids in year 7) and he also favours the taller kids and always insults us. He calls me friend Oliver "Olivia" and seems to enjoy a fair amount of banter every now and again. He also called me ugly once. I was at the back of the queue to get in the class and he said "Odd that all the ugly ones gravitate to the back of the queue". I've told my parents and they are not happy. They are considering coming down to the school and ask him "What the Fuck is your problem" (not literally) and I had to beg my mother to not make a fuss about it (she's way too overprotective) and now I'm scared to have geography because I know that another insult will fly my way. #QUOTE# Did I mention that I once had a dream where he stabbed me?

My Reception teacher yelled at me and called me a crybaby wen I was 4. I had just recently turned four and I was technically STILL a baby but no, apparently if a four year old crys once the whole class, including the teacher and teaching assistant can point at him and shout crybaby. That traumatized me so much I cried for the next four years at the slighest things. Even worse, I had to write a letter on behalf of Year 6 about how "sorry" we were for her retirement.

I can top all of these stories. This troper here was sad person, and she's more depressed then ever. In the '''beginning of fifth grade ''', her life was ruined. She had a very big crush on someone, and then went for ANOTHER girl. My mother died when I was six. My father didn't give a crap about me, and I had no friends. And my teacher, she doesn't deserve to even '''live. ''' I had nightmares of killing people, my only friends, on the internet. In the real world, I was all alone. The first day I was crying because all summer I was thinking about my life, and the teacher[ Mrs. Red was '''ironically''' her name. ] slammed my head on the desk FIVE TIMES until I started screaming. "WHAT'S WRONG, BIG CRY BABY?" I was bleeding from my nose, and I have a huge fear of blood, and my face went pale. Even worse: my school decided that year to tease me. "Ahahah! She got her ass kicked!" the class cheered. Now, as science has proved, people learn better at different times. I usually got tired after 12:00, and I closed my eyes for a SECOND, then Mrs.Red came at me. She SLAMMED me on my desk, threw me out of the chair, and hit another table. The other classes were on specials and she had "ironically" turned off the cameras. The class began laughing and pointing. There was only one way to escape: read my books. I opened 'Long Shadows' by Erin Hunter, and I had turned to the page of Squirrelflight's reveal. Suddenly, a huge hand came over me. Mrs.Red grabbed the book and TEARED IT UP, PAGE BY PAGE. When I got home, my father didn't give a crap that I was hurting everywhere and BLEEDING, and my sister punched me in the face when she found out what happened to her book. The next day wasn't better. Cue more head contacts to desk, I slam against a wall, five books are destroyed, etc. I had to go through this the whole year. I was too afraid to tell anyone, and they probably wouldn't care. Then I gave up. I told the principal, but sadly, she said she couldn't. Mrs.Red had took control now. I still fear I will see Mrs.Red again in my life, ready to punch me through a window. (Also, did I mention she actually pinned me against a wall and punched me several times for missing FIVE QUESTIONS on the state test? The other classmates NEVER got it because I apparently was a 'gay idiot who deserves to die.' . Everytime I missed one question, Mrs.Red would pin me against the wall and punch me. I was never good at anything, sadly. )

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. That sounds awful. How long ago was this, how many years ago? I'm sure that sort of thing is illegal nowadays. Fuck, that is awful and I am so sorry to hear it.

My father, having gone to school in Germany in the 60s, had to suffer from a huge amount of these. The result was reoccurring nightmares years after finishing school. When my father met one of his teachers again(about 30 years after graduating)he punched him in the stomach out of reflex. The teacher did not react. Probably knew he deserved it.

I once had a few teachers like this. Mostly in my lower grades like Kindergarten and Pre School. I was constantly berated for doing something creative and different in my pre school class, such as making a square happy when it was supposed to be crying and being forced to rip the pieces off and glue them the right way. My teacher also forced me to use my right hand when I didn't know which hand to use in pre school, literally taking my hand and forcing it to do tasks. My kindergarten teacher had it out for me. I was an extremely smart child for my age, but the kids all hated me and got me in trouble so much. I once accidentally bumped into a child and managed to get threatened with suspension because the kid said I hit him in the face on purpose. One last example is my forth grade teacher (what is it with forth grade, really?) who made me sit next to her desk for the whole year, write all my papers in cursive and throw out anything with manuscript or doodles on it, dumped my school desk twice, told the whole class my family was lice infected when I wasn't and instead had the chicken pox. She was horrible. I came home every day crying. Thankfully, she retired after that year. In a subversion, however, I had some really good Jerk With A Heart Of Gold teachers who decided to pick on the lazy kids and my brilliant World History teacher who would make fun of the lazy kids who refused to do their work, yet complained about why they were failing. He once threw markers and wadded up tests at students half for fun, half because they honestly deserved it. A lot of people hate him and I just don't know why, he's a pretty cool guy if you just do the work in class he gives you. (which is easy)

My grade 7 teacher was one of these, and I hate him to this day. He threw a stapler at my head once for drawing during a lesson, and dangled another student out a third story window for talking.

This Troper had a monster *quite tame compared to the examples here* when she went to first grade. My previous teacher, a kind man we called Mr. T *not THAT one* had led me to love school in every way and I was looking forward to learning. He had helped me get through my parent's divorce, I was honestly a happy child. Then Mrs. Robins came along... she deliberately kept me from seeing the two friends I had in her class, leaving me with only one to talk to. She kept making me write the numbers 1 to 100 on paper EVERY NIGHT even though I told her I didn't know how to count that high yet. She would assign us a worksheet, then go around with a phonics book and and make you read. Being 1st graders, we all read slow. She then yelled at us for not completing the worksheet in the time limit. I once came to school and found a RUSTY NAIL embedded in my eraser, and all she did was tell me to pick it out. No reason to see why a FUCKING RUSTY NAIL had come to be in a little kid's eraser. After picking it out, I got in trouble...for picking my eraser. I then had a picking habit that lasted well into middle school. Before I moved two states over I was going to have one last birthday party at a local arcade place that was like Chuckie Cheese *only better!* and she took all the invitations. While my mom was standing there. Thankfully when I moved I got a saint for a teacher, but Mrs. Robins had led me to hate school. Where am I now? Failing all my classes and having a good chance of repeating freshman year.

Oh, and I got another one in second grade. I was stuck with her all year long. I'm not going to go into it, but she's the reason I can't do math.

This troper spent half of sixth grade in detention (and ever since then have had serious problems motivating myself to do ''anything'' because of the risk of failure) because my teacher would send me (and only me!) out of the classroom for the following reasons:

Failing to turn in homework. (for the first time ''ever'')

Failing to perform well in PE. (due to a crippling muscle tissue disorder that I have had since birth)

Attempting to defend myself against bullies. (To be fair, this happened with literally ''every single time I was bullied, '''ever''''' so it's really more that teachers in general are terrible at this)

Trying not to vomit because of the smell coming from one of my classmates' socks.

Not knowing I was expected to wait inside the classroom to be allowed back into the classroom after a detention.

''Coming back from the previous detention crying.''

While nowhere near as bad as some on this page, This Tropette had a particularly nasty grade two teacher. Madame Bridgette was the first teacher to notice something was wrong with me, and to this day I appreciate her helping me get an IEP, but that is still no excuse for how she treated me afterwards. I have weak hand-eye co-ordination, making writing incredibly difficult, so every once in a while, she'd let me use the computer to do an assignment (which, in 2003, was practically unheard of in grade school). I wasn't comfortable talking about my disability, but when I read a project out to the class, the question came up about why it was typed. I refused to answer, saying that "I just did." Madame Brigitte cut in and said "Katie needed to type because she's not as smart as other kids." For the two years I had her, she just ''had'' to hammer in the fact to the other kids that I was LD and therefore, an idiot. While that annoyed me greatly, it was also the fact that she was absolutely determined to get me on medication that spawns my deep hatred of her. I have an anxiety disorder, it's not serious, I'm just very nervous. Also, I was a very hyperactive kid who loved to play pretend. According to her, these were the signs of ADHD and tried to get me on all sorts of meds for it. She failed, but I still resent her for all of this.

This troper has come across a couple of rude teachers whom she was afraid of, all P.E and maths teachers, oddly enough. But the most notable example was her year 8 maths teacher. Let's see here...

She insulted students in front of the class frequently. Not just about their academic ability, amongst things she belittled students for being too tall, too fat, too scrawny, etc.

This troper and another girl in her maths class were both the resident Butt Monkeys, and were frequently bullied by almost the entire class, both verbally and physically. Bearing in mind, this happened every day, through the entire lesson, right in front of the teacher's eyes, she wouldn't step in and help once. Sometimes, she'd just stand there and watch, not saying a thing. Then there was the time where troper's fellow ButtMonkey classmate was being repeatedly punched by another classmate while the teacher ignored it. The girl was in tears at this point and asked the teacher for help. What did the teacher do? Screamed at and blamed the girl being punched instead, for no actual reason, while the person doing the punching got off scot-free.

Another incident was when one of this troper's classmates went to sit down in her seat, as normal. As the girl was about to sit, the teacher deliberately pulled her chair back so she'd fall to the floor. This troper can't quite remember why she did that other than she was mildly peeved at the girl to begin with. Thinks she may have forgotten her homework or something.

She threw a book at another student.

Luckily, this troper ended up with much nicer and helpful maths teachers for her final 2 years of school. But then there was aforementioned P.E teachers. Most were bearable, if a bit of a {{Jerkass}} , but she remembers how one time her class had to do running. One of her classmates was asthmatic, and began to have an asthma attack mid-run. When she and a friend informed the teacher what was going on, what did the teacher say in response? "Just keep running". Thankfully, she ignored her and allowed herself a rest against the teacher's will.

This troper was once failed by a Science teacher for 2 instances of not paying attention, when otherwise he did just fine. Quite minor by your standards, but seriously now.

This troper had a bit of ADD and Asperger's issues that hindered me in high school, so partway through 9th grade they had a paraprofessional follow me around from class to class. She wrote down my assignments, monitored my behavior, that kind of thing. Near the end of 9th grade, she had become verbally abusive towards me, restricting me greatly and overall just turning into a CompleteMonster — but towards ''me'' only. They fired her and replaced her with a more sympathetic parapro.

I also had a 12th grade econ teacher who would give me an assignment. Even though the parapro wrote down exactly what the teacher said, the teacher would tell me that I did completely the wrong work, and wouldn't take it. This happened several times.

And in college, I had a psych teacher who asked me to drop a late assignment off at her classroom by 3 the next day. However, I didn't have a car, and the earliest I could get to the college was 8, at which point I slid it under her door. The next class, she yelled at me for several minutes about how careless I was, despite my protests that I had no way to get to the college any earlier, and she wouldn't grade it. So what does she do? SHE GIVES ME ANOTHER DEADLINE. I was in tears because of her yelling.

This troper's 9th and 10th grade art teacher would verbally abuse ANYone who wasn't good at art. In my case, I used to be good at drawing when I was younger, but decided to sign up for art and improve my drawing skills again. But this teacher... She never gave me any constructive criticism or tips on how to improve; all she would do was take one glance at my art and say stuff like, "That's horrible, re-do it", "You're not doing it right!" (and she wouldn't say what I had to do...), and just friggin' "Re-do. Re-do." Granted, my drawings WERE terrible, but I was eager to improve, and I don't know if I ever told her that or not...I must've been too stressed. I can't even remember half of those classes anyway in general due to repressed memories, but from my mom's reaction whenever I mention said teacher, I think it's a good thing...

This isn't really as bad as some of the stories here, but in my junior year in high school, we had a Computer teacher who would spend nearly every lesson making the class secretary write the notes on the board for her. When she's not doing that, she'd skip trying to reason with us and flip out at us instead when we get noisy. When she's not doing that either, she'd whack some students over the head with a rolled up book or stack of papers. And when she's not doing ''that'', she'd set us pop quizzes without even discussing the material. And in the end... well, I don't think any other teacher has had ''an entire class'' complain about capitol punishment--with encouragement from said class's adviser, no less--and then get ousted as a result.

This troper had a secondary school Music teacher. We were making original compositions, and this troper is kind of weirdly gifted with composition, and made a metal song full of Meshuggah-esque polyrhythms. I was given detention for showing up the rest of the class. She also called me a liar for claiming that I wasn't just doing it do deliberately make random noise, claiming that "no-one makes music like that". It turned out later that she just didn't get how a 21/16 guitar part and a 4/4 drum part could go together. She then made me scrap the whole thing and write a "nice" song. I just made a generic acoustic guitar song with TheFourChordsOfPop and she gave me a D because it "wasn't inventive". I did an inventive song, and you tore my head off!

This troper was once slapped by her teacher for not writing the date on the second page of her assignment. (She had on the first page.)

Another teacher would hit his students with rulers for forgetting to bring their own textbooks when they were already sharing said books with their classmates.

This troper had two, though having read this page they don't seem so bad.

The first was my Year 6 primary school teacher. I had been assessed as "academically gifted", but my parents couldn't afford to send me to prep school, so I did state primary. It was great most of the way through - the teachers were happy to have a kid who actually wanted to learn, and although I had fine motor skills difficulties, making my handwriting less than excellent, I understood things a lot quicker than the other kids, so it was never really an issue until year 6. This particular teacher, who I will not allow to remain nameless - Mrs Leszczynska - made my life miserable. I always finished way ahead of the rest of the class during maths, and where any previous teacher would have given me more work or allowed me to read or finish something from another class, she insisted that I either check my work (Which I already had done - I was never wrong) or just sit quietly, looking at the desk. She gave me back a project I'd spent a whole weekend researching and writing, because the English was too good, and she didn't believe I'd written in, when most of my classmates had just copied pages from Encarta (This was in the days before widespread internet, and Wikipedia) and handed them in. She picked on me relentlessly, to such a point that the friends that I had in that class started to treat me differently, and I had to try to make friends in other classes. It got so bad that I began to refuse to go to school - I wouldn't leave the house, and if my parents managed to get me to leave the house then I wouldn't leave the childminder's they dropped me off at, and when they told me they weren't going to stand for it any more I tried to kill myself. At age 11. They (thankfully) stopped me, and then they went into school and basically tore this teacher a new one in front of the entire faculty of the school, until the headmaster (who was an absolute legend) stepped in. He took my parents and this teacher into his office, heard my parents' side of it, and then he must have said something to her, because she ended up being somewhat better after that. Still, when my brother was about to move into year 6, and there was the possibility that he'd have Mrs Leszczynska, my mum told that same headmaster, in no uncertain terms, that that was not an option. He ended up with somebody else.

The second was my saxophone teacher, at around the same age. When I'd started, I'd had a lovely teacher who had been really helpful, and knowing I was studying for secondary school entrance exams, wasn't too strict when it came to me being perfect on all of my pieces the following week. However, she moved house, and I ended up with a new teacher. He was a former concert clarinet player who, for one reason or another, had been black-listed, and ended up having to teach clarinet and sax to prepubescant children (My mum joked it was community service - I'm not sure she was wrong). He reveled in setting pieces he knew neither me nor my best friend, who was also in my sax class would be able to play, and then tore holes out of us the next week when we couldn't do it. We coped, but then he took over the orchestra at the centre where we were learning, and the criteria for playing for the orchestra changed from anyone who was grade 5 or above to anyone who studied at the centre. We were about Grade 2. However, the pieces we were to play still stayed at the Grade 5 level, so rather than playing wrong, we just pretended to play, and between run throughs, I would try to write the notes in in pencil, to give us a fighting chance. Eventually though, he caught on, and one time told us to stand up and do our pieces on our own. We couldn't do them, and he basically taunted us, and encouraged the rest of the orchestra to laugh at us. That was the first time I EVER swore at an adult, with the classically witty, "You're a bastard. Go fuck yourself. I hope you fucking die." I haven't played saxophone since.

However, I did have some good teachers too, including one major subversion. Mr Johnson was a hugely muscular former Prop (Big rugby player, for the non-Rugby playing countries), who constantly swung a meter ruler around, and slammed in on people's desks, had two "naughty chairs" at the front of his classroom, labelled "Baby" and "Prat" (later changed, following a UK TV ad campaign to "Withabix" and "Withoutabix") and just generally seemed terrifying. He was, however, the best maths teacher I've ever had. If you didn't know the answer to a question, he'd give you a hint in this form: "I'll give you a clue: It begins with 'L', ends with '-owest Common Denominator'", took us to a theme park instead of on an "Educational Visit", and was just generally awesome. We were all really upset when he left to teach somewhere else.

This same troper was actually scared he'd ended up being that teacher. Teaching English in Spain last year, I refused to take any shit from the 16-18 year olds I was teaching, but at the same time I tried to make lessons less rigid, and would make jokes at their expense, but never (intentionally) cruelly. However, after mentally revisiting some of the above experiences, I was really worried I'd done the same thing, especially as I made all the jokes in English, which was not their first language (anyone who's ever learned a foreign language will know that humour doesn't always cross linguistic boundaries) so I out and asked the kids the next time I taught them. Every class told me no, they totally got it, and enjoyed my classes more than any other. So I guess I became a subversion myself! Or maybe an aversion? I dunno.

Minor case with a ski instructor. I was maybe 9 at the time. We were going down the mountain, and I fell. Not particularly unusual - I was uninjured. One other student - a girl - stopped to help me recover my ski. By the time I was back up, the others had gone. The girl was scared, but I wasn't - I had been going to that resort for years, so I knew exactly where we were. I calmly led the girl down the mountain to the lodge, where we met the instructor - who, I should point out, did NOTHING when two of her students went missing - criticized me for not staying put. Unfortunately for her, my parents are not stupid, and gave her a good chewing out.

We had a substitute gym teacher who was working us really hard. I don't remember what he did, only that he provoked me into giving him a nickname: Amalek. Doesn't sound so bad? Read the wiki entry. And consider that I'm a devout Jew.

Subversion/Inversion (not quite sure which one) My current English teacher used to have the form room next to mine, and practically every week he would take some poor kid out of his class, and yell at them. My form teacher would stop and we would all go silent to listen to him yell. I got him for English in Year 10, and I was quite scared at first. Then I realised he's all bark and no bite. He insults us often, and will 'pat us on the back', quite hard, but we give back as good as we get, with the insults anyway. And once we spent an entire lesson throwing paper balls at him. - My form teacher (the one mentioned above) was generally a really nice guy, he was brilliant. In Year 7, we didn't win the form prize for the second half term running, so he threw a pen across the room.

I had a P6 teacher who was this and then some to me. He had favourite students, everyone else and then me. To put this lightly he bullied me more than the other kids but my mother (at least in my mind) had a CrowningMomentOfAwesome when she stormed into the classroom one morning and threatened to end his career if he didn't stop.

This Troper has a teacher who thought was gonna be this, but it ended up being Subverted. Basically, first semester and even from last year I always hear from my peers that she hates everyone, is unforgiving, ruthless, and absolutely evil. I had her second semester, which is this current semester, and she's actually not THAT bad. She's just VERY strict, and even emphasized it. If you're fair with her, she's fair with you. She also encourages people to ask questions so she does want to help us, and explain concepts... problem is, most of us are too scared to, from what we've heard and how she acts. At the start of every class she asks if we've finished the homework. No one answers because we either haven't done it, haven't done it and don't understand questions, and in general just simply too scared. She even lampshades this and tells the class that "You make it seem like I'm going to EAT you!" and... she does give that impression. All in all, she's just VERY strict, fair if you're fair to her, and she has pretty damn high expectations. She's not evil, and she doesn't purposely want people to fail (after all, that'd mean she'd teach them again!) or anything, she's just very strict.

And, I have another teacher this semester, hearing prior that she's also pretty evil. She actually isn't. I suppose this would be Subverted, and... Downplayed, a bit. I'm not sure. She simply hates it when people don't listen to her, yells at people for not doing what she said, but she doesn't really act upon it too much, plus she is forgiving as long as you're willing to work. She's also kind of strict, but not as strict as the teacher above.

Finally, I have ANOTHER teacher that seems to be this, but only jokingly and never acts upon it. I suppose... it would also be Subverted, maybe Played for Laughs as well. He openly insults our class, makes a lot of sarcastic quips about various students, but it's all in good fun, he never actually DOES anything malevolent, and we all laugh when he says stuff like that. Aside from the sharp wit, he is a serious, no nonsense kind of teacher, actually caring how his students do well in the class, teaching pretty well... and then when he feels the need to, he eases us with his humour and sarcasm.

Okay at my Catholic school we had to do Christmas pageants every year (for those who aren't aware of that aspect of American "culture": they force all the students in the school to put on some obscure, embarrassing performance related to Christmas for the community, on a weekend no less, usually giving the students absolutely no creative control). One year, my school had the whole student body perform as a pubescent, voice-breaking, musical Greek Chorus for this lame story about some kid who gives God a penny and it turns out to be only gift worthy of God. The school made us practice the whole pageant, twice, every freaking day for the whole month of December. Needless to say I soon got bored with the whole thing, and began goofing off during the practices (meaning that I would make silly, exaggerated motions while singing, like a drunk patron singing a bar song). \\ One day, the One I Do Not Name (the Sadist Teacher in question) decided to videotape me during one of the practices and, after practice, threatened to embarrass me by showing it the whole school, if I couldn't explain why I was goofing off. My reply was, "I don't need the practice; I already know the whole pageant." The One I Do Not Name, believing me to be lying, challenged me on the spot to recite the whole pageant. I did it. The One I Do Not Name could do nothing but apologize and send me to lunch. \\ The funny thing is, I don't know how it could think anyone wouldn't have memorized the whole pageant after singing through it twice, every day, for weeks. \\ I should mention that, while this was an amusing story, The One I Do Not Name had a supremely arrogant attitude, believing that it could not be wrong about anything, and treated all deviations from its world view as a behavioral issue. I deviated much from its world view (for instance, by believing that education itself was more important than the educational process), and so it was constantly making my life difficult.

I've had (or met) several: There was my 1st grade teacher, who made me and several other students kneel by our desks all day as punishment for leaning back in our chairs. (My mom was, uh, not happy when she found out). In 9th grade, my algebra teacher liked to mock and belittle anyone who made mistakes during board work. Then, I had a drama teacher in 12th grade who found drafts of suicide notes I'd written and threatened to read them aloud to the class. The worst, though, is one I didn't have (thank God), but who taught next door to my mom. She gave out grades based on whether or not she personally she liked her students and often went on screaming, profanity-laden tirades about how much she hated all of her students (to their faces) and how they had to respect her because she "has a bachelor's degree."

There's this troper's 8th grade science teacher... and then there's his 9th grade science teacher and his 9th grade physics teacher. The first one is a bitch. She rearranges every single fucking seat by student numbers, she threatens to subtract 50 points from our exam if we don't pay attention to her class (which were the same), she imply death threats to our class. She claims that she used to be a school director and she could "defend" herself (Obviously she meant defending herself from 1st graders in which she got fired for). Thankfully she's fired. Her replacement, this troper's 9th grade science teacher, is no better. She implies that all students are morons and disorganized animals. She'll RANT for an hour if any of us do as much as ASK another student to translate English texts... But the winner is the physics teacher... who is a complete motherfucker. He comes into the class 30 minutes late, then do nothing, if a student does as much as WRITE THEIR NAME on another subject's book, he'll throw it into the bin, by doing that he gets our attention... AND PROCEED TO DO NOTHING BUT SIT ON IS FUCKING ASS AND BOAST ABOUT HOW WEALTHY HE IS, HOW PRETTY HIS WIFE IS, AND HE DOESN'T TEACH AT ALL UNTIL IT'S 15 MINUTES TO LUNCHTIME. He doesn't teach in his class and he *claims* he teaches extra tutorial classes. This troper has asked a friend who is in said extra tutorial class... the "teacher" did nothing at all. Parents had filed complaints but he never leaves. And the worst part is that this troper, being old enough to be trialed and sentenced to prison, can't beat the fuck out of this motherfucker...

My story probably isn't as extreme as others, but good lord did I have two bitchzillas for teachers in 2nd grade. I say two because the class was very large so they assigned two teachers to it. On one occasion, I can remember either a student tripping me or tripping by myself, either way one of them said "Have a nice trip. See you next fall." immediately after I hit the floor, which while being incredibly uncaring, is also just a really trite joke. The most notorious incident though, was me coughing. Yeah, ''coughing''. I had caught something (which rarely happens to me to begin with), and as a result had a persistent cough. Instead of being, ya know, understanding, they started complaining to my mom and the principal, and if I remember correctly sent me to detention for it. Me and my mom tried fighting against them, but nothing ever happened. Aside from those two specific incidents, I can remember extreme favoritism for pretty much every other student over me, actual ''encouragement'' to bully me, and often getting yelled at/some sort of punishment for the most minor of infractions. I'm not sure if they did it because I'm part Mexican/Native American, because of my litany of mental problems, or all of the above, but either way they did a lot of things that should've gotten them fired.... but didn't. I recently looked to see if they still work there, and yup, they do. I pity whichever child they decide to make their Butt Monkey for the year... to this day, though, I still really want to go into that school and just call them bitches to their face, so I can have a Best Served Cold CMOA.

Same troper as above. Two more minor examples: the gym teacher at the same school seemed to REALLY enjoy embarrassing kids.... not just me, thankfully. Though if I remember correct, she did seem to single me out more than others. Regardless, she had some Pet the Dog moments, however, her "accidentally" revealing a boy's crush to the entire class after he told her in secret (I can't remember why) was definitely NOT one of them. At a different school I remember a particularly cruel moment from an otherwise OK teacher who was serving as supervisor during an after school program. I had mentioned my phobia of bees that I had at the time to her.... which she then proceeded to milk for the rest of the day.

A lot of teachers This Troper had in middle school. All four of the PE teachers, one of the math teachers, and a lot of other school authority figures who weren't actually teachers.

The PE teachers loved doing "stations", where students would be in a group and do one specific exercise for a given amount of time. That amount of time was far too long for middle-schoolers, and indeed only a few kids in the class (of about 60-70!) could go that long. One time they made everyone hold themselves up as if to do push-ups... this went on forever and was horribly painful.

The math teacher would assign lunch detention to anyone who struggled with this stupid program called Accelerated Math. Sixth grade was the first time I'd really had a problem with math at all, so struggling and then being punished for it was just bullshit.

I also kept having things stolen from me throughout middle school. When I told someone about the first theft (right out of my locker!) they yelled at ME and did absolutely nothing!

Before middle school, I had this god-awful second grade teacher who for some reason wanted boys' backpacks and girls' backpacks separated. Of course this cunt ''had'' to be the first teacher I had in the United States (I'd started school in England, though I was born in the US). She frequently had to point out that I was "too British" (because of my British accent that's I'd picked up living there for 3 years!) and despite the fact I was a very shy and reserved kid, she often singled me out for minor offenses- like SCRATCHING MY NOSE (yes, she publicly humiliated me for 'picking my nose' when I in fact wasn't!) and leaning over my desk too far (which she rewarded my taking my chair away). At a parent-teacher conference I wandered over to a part of the classroom I didn't usually go to (as I sat up front) and she screamed at me, earning a hearty "Go Fuck Yourself!" from my mother. I wasn't even doing anything wrong, just looking around! She also told me that North Carolina was 3-4 hours away. What's stupid about this? The school we were at was in Chesapeake, Virginia, RIGHT ON THE NC BORDER. I can still get from my new home in Moyock, NC to the primary school in around 30 minutes!

This troper had a real hardass math teacher in third grade. She had us do the math problems on the board in front of everyone without giving any hints as to solve it, and if you got a single step wrong or not her way she would make you redo the whole problem without any help again until you got it right. Once there was a classmate that spent the WHOLE hour up on the board not knowing at all and then he was held in through lunch, we tried to help but she had eyes like a hawk and would scream "NO HELPING" if we tried to help him. Then following this she would assign over 100 problems A NIGHT! One day she told us how the "10 minute rule" (where a first grader should have 10 minutes of homework a night, a second grader twenty minutes, third grader thirty minutes, etc.) and her excuse was that "You can do thirty minutes, take a five minute break, then another thirty minutes and so on." If you where a single minute late, you had to spend a half hour after school with her in detention (her policy, not the school's unless it's a habit.) Once I accidentally broke my hand during recess about fifteen minutes before the class. When I came in the next day with a cast on my right hand, the one I use to write, she claimed I was faking it even after showing her the note from the hospital and sent me to the principal's office to call my parents that I was to report to detention. Now the principal was my neighbor and he knew the situation since he visited me the previous night, he sent me back and had a talk with her in the hall at the end of the day. The next day, we go to class and there is a substitute that remained for the rest of the year. When I was in high school, the still neighboring principal confided in me that he had been getting complaints about her the whole year and was about to place her on administrative leave after an investigation into her methods but my broken hand was the final straw and fired her outright.