Teachers tend to make a lasting impact on their students. The implication is always that the impact is positive; however, that isn’t always the case. Some teachers are just plain jerks, making their students hate a subject, treat them unfairly, and leave them with a lasting grudge. These Redditors shared their experiences of some of the nastiest educators they encountered that left them unable to forget or forgive.
1. Keep Calm And Blog On
When I was in the 10th grade, I used to write a lot, including fanfiction, original fiction, and even blog entries on whatever I found interesting. I kept all this writing on LiveJournal. The first paper of the school year was a history paper. When I got it back, I was stunned. It came back with a big red zero and a note to see the teacher after class. I hung around, and as soon as the last student was out the door, my teacher started laying into me with the classroom door still open and people in the hall.
He went on and on about how he knew about my kind—the student who was lazy, couldn’t be bothered to put in the work, the one who would lie and cheat and try to coast by in life without pulling their own weight. The guy kept going on for a good ten minutes with just insult after insult. His next class was standing in the hall, and I was going to be late for my next class.
He refused to give me a pass, so I was facing trouble in my next class too. Before dismissing me, he asked if I had anything to say for myself. I asked him why he thought that I had plagiarized my paper. He said he did a search online, and two different lines had come up on a website, so he had solid proof. I was already late and in trouble anyway, so I demanded to see this proof.
Well, there was something he hadn’t realized. The proof was my own LiveJournal post. I told him that I owned the blog, so I could not plagiarize myself. He refused to believe it, so I asked if he would grade my paper fairly if I could prove that it was mine. He said he would think about it. I walked into my next class 20 minutes late without a pass, and the teacher pulled me into the hall and asked where I had been.
I explained what had happened, and she was not happy. She said—as my English teacher—she would happily take some of my papers to him and show him that he was wrong to accuse me of cheating. I thanked her and told her I would still like to prove to him that I owned the page in question. So we came up with a plan. Her solution was to let me onto her computer, so I could write a blog entry about what had happened and how it made me feel.
She even said she would count that post as my creative writing entry for the day. Ultimately, my history teacher regraded my paper but still gave it a pretty low grade. He also never apologized or acknowledged the fact that I owned the material he accused me of ripping off. My petty self would often quote my blog as a source on papers for his class for the rest of the year.