Mean Teacher Stories

Ok. So we all have had those teachers who we all hated.(and they hated us too). One of the reasons of why we hated these said teachers is because they are just plain out... mean. So what are some of your humorous mean teacher stories.

I have a couple:
*Class Talking*
Teacher: Stop Talking so I can so go over instructions!
*Class stops talking, and teacher goes over for 2 minutes.*
*Class stays quiet for 2-5 minutes*
Teacher: So now that you guys finally stopped talking, now you can do Pg.123, all of them, NOW!
This may not seem bad, but on a daily basis it gets annoying. It gets worse.

Keep in mind that this is a SOCIAL STUDIES teacher.
Teacher: Spell Africa Right. (Yells) AF-RI-CAAAAAAAAAA
Teacher: Use proper grammar
Teacher: I have 13 F-ing dictionaries!
Teacher: Do an essay about "An Expository Writing"(Remember she is an SOCIAL STUDIES teacher)
Teacher: I only let you go to the damn bathroom if you blue or purple. If you are yellow I ain't going to let you go! You can piss yourself, I don't care.
Teacher: Let me tell you about my dog and you can write about it.
Teacher: Hear is a dead snake who died after having sex with a female!
Seriously. This goes on every day. I haven't learned ONE THING of social studies while in that class. She mainly spends the 50 minute period ranting about the bathroom, or her personal life. No history content. I am ready to fail that History STAAR Test.

So what about you guys? What are some of your worse/ humorous mean teacher experiences?

 

That teacher really should be fired... I mean seriously, how did this teacher get this job? O-O

Anyway, in year 1 this teacher blamed me for everything.
Example:

*I go to the full bin and put my chocolate wrap in it, which is the only bin that is in the class room.*
*10 seconds later, it falls off the bin*
Teacher: WHO DID THIS?
*Everyone gathers around the bin*
Student: Louise was eating a chocolate, I saw her.
Teacher: DON'T LITTER!
Me: But it fell-
Teacher: No buts!
*Puts the chocolate wrap on the bin again in front of everyone*
*Recess bell rings. Everyone walks out and so did I.*
*Someone pushes me, while I was walking and I fell.*
"LOUISE! DON'T PUSH!"

And that's not all... she did something else too.

*Get's bullied at recess by a girl older then me* (We'll call the girl Moo.)
Teacher: Were you playing with Moo at Recess?
Me: Yeah.
Teacher: ARG! *shouts at me for no reason for 2 minutes.
*Get's bullied again by Moo again.*
*I walk into the class room after lunch*
Teacher: Did you play with Moo again at Lunch?
Me: Yeah...
Teacher: OH MY GOD! *Screams more*

Ech. I still don't like this teacher to this day. Her hair looks like a bush anyway...

 

My teacher is ALWAYS overly rude.

We were playing drums one day. All of us were together.
I was getting pretty loud, but so was everyone else.
He singled ME out.

Teacher: What are you even doing here?
Me: What do you mean?
Teacher: I mean, you're ruining the entire thing. Go sit away from a drum.
Me: I didn't even do anything!
Teacher: No arguing with a teacher! You are THIS close to detention!

It actually really hurt my feelings, because I was looking forward to that day, and then he said I was ruining the entire thing. I really don't like him.

 

Teacher: Put your hand up if you know the answer. *asks simple question*
Me: *raises hand
Teacher: Anyone? *asks another simple question
Me: *raises hand
Teacher: Nobody? *asks really complicated question* Tyler do you know?
Me: Ummmmmm
Teacher: Pay attention! You know NOTHING! *asks simple question and asks Danny*
Danny: Dunno
Me: Wait he's allowed to now know but I'M NOT?
Teacher: DETENTION!
Me: Bitch.

*Next day she gets fired*

 

None of my teachers weren't really mean; most are just strict and hard to deal with as a student. I have this one teacher where it's like:
Teacher (at the beginning of the school) : No phones allowed in class!
Everyone else: *takes out phone and plays Pokemon Shuffle Mobile, Puzzles and Dragons, or Hearthstone*
Me: *takes out phone and puts in on the desk*
Now, all of my teachers are pretty chill. Most of them don't really mean it when they say "No phones allowed in class," but this one literally just told me to put it away while everyone else in the class continued to play on their phones.
I actually like all my teachers. Yes, it's a pain to deal with teachers who have favorites or teachers who give out work just for the heck of it, but teachers actually teach you things. They see you as their children and they want you to do better than they could ever do. They want you to succeed and they don't want to see you fail. If they don't, then they should be fired.

 

This was in 8th grade.
Also I went to a Catholic school.

So my teacher pulled me out of class and told me my hair was way too long (everyone loved my long hair including all the teachers except her) she told me to cut it or I'd be kicked off of the National Honor society.
She said that it wasn't a Catholic haircut (I even pointed out to her the Jesus, the man responsible for the Catholic religion, had way longer hair than me), and that a Catholic haircut was basically a shaved head. (I didn't get my hair shaved, just cut a little.)

 

*Someone does the sticky keys on the computer*

*Looks at me*

Teacher WHY ARE YOU PLAYING VIDEO GAMES

Me: I'm not

*Teacher Checks History, nothing wrong there"

Teacher: WHAT WAS THAT THEN

Me: I don't know lol leave me alone

 

My English teacher is not the kindest person on the planet.

Situation 1: A girl in my class (let's call her Dot) is eating a muffin that she saved after she baked it in Life Skills class

Dot: *Eats muffin*
Teacher: What is that?!
Dot: My muffin...
Teacher: Get it out of my sight, either eat it or throw it away!
Dot: *Chews faster*
Teacher: What did I say? Get rid of it NOW! *Makes Dot throw the muffin away*
Dot: On the verge of tears

Situation 2: We are helping another student correct her paper on the board, and I suddenly get a really good idea, so I try to write it down.

Teacher: Blah blah blah, freedom, blah blah, revise this, blah blah any ideas?, blah
Me: *Omg really good idea appears* *Picks up pencil*
Teacher: Blah blah blah
Me: *Tries to write fast*
Teacher: (Blank) and (blank)! We are helping (blank) right now. Put your pencils down and pay attention.
Me: But...
Teacher: I don't care.
Another student: *Gets a good idea too* *Writes something*
Teacher: Ok, seriously (blank)?! I just got done yelling at 2 students for writing stuff down. Now put it down and pay attention!

Situation 3: We had made note cards the week before and I totally forgot them.

Me: *Sits quietly in desk, hoping not to get noticed by teacher*
Teacher: And where are your note cards?
Me: I forgot them... (A terrible moment to be me)
Teacher: Ok, decide what you have to do. *Walks away*
Me: *Totally confused by what just happened*
Teacher: *Talks to other students first*
Me: *Has no note cards left* Um...
Teacher: *Gets up from doing whatever on the board* And what are you doing (me)?
Me: Uh, I don't have any note cards left from last time.
Teacher: So you're just gonna sit there and do nothing for the rest of class? Ok, have fun with that.
Me: ...
Teacher: *Passes out extra notecards to class members that were gone the day before*
Me: *Waits hopefully*
Teacher: *Skips over me and glares*

 

I've never had much of a problem with teachers because all of the teachers i was put with in high school were all cool people. c: None of them got mad or anything.

But i do however have a story about a mean teacher i had in high school (Well she wasn't that mean she was more on the lines of strict.)

In my senior year, i signed up for a studio art class, You know so i can go into designing stuff like video games and merchandise, and the first day i got there, We already had an assignment, And it was to draw a really fancy photo of a flower in a bottle. a still life basically, She was an extremely strict woman who was about 60 years old (Which i can understand because she was raised in a different generation) And she always told us that the class was approved by some fancy university so it was a "No kicking back and relaxing class" She assigned homework every week and she also got mad when i was falling behind. So i tried talking to her and she didnt even give me a chance to get caught up on everything, Hell we couldnt even be creative or anything, All the art projects had to be done How she wants it. No logos, no trendy stuff, nothing. it was all just Fine arts. I thought that was preposterous that she wouldnt let us be creative, Isnt that the whole POINT of art? to be creative? not to her though.

Other than that. I haven't had much of a problem with the teachers, I did however have a lot of problems with the brain dead students that went there, but that's another story.

 

My English teacher accused me for doing something bad and dragged me to the principal's office even after I have said 5 times that I was absent the day the incident happened.

 

My third grade teacher threw chalk at me once for no reason.

 

Scene: Sophomore French

*Students Walk Into Room*
*Students Take 1 Minute To Converse*
Teacher: There Is A Warm Up Exercise On The Board, And Why Aren't Any Of You Doing It (Class Already Started Doing Warm Up) Do I Have To Tell You Guys This Every Class Its Been 8 Weeks And You Guys Are Sophomores You Should Know The Drill By Now, Get Out Of The Class Room And Don't Come Back Until You Are Ready To Start Working!
*Student Come Back In, (All Students Already Finished The Warm Up)*
Teacher: Why Aren't You Guys STARTING??
Student: We Finished While You Where Yelling At Us.
Teacher: You Should've Told Me!
Me: *Mubbles Under Voice* Shut The Fuck Up You Fat Bitch And Stop Wasting Class Time.

 

You win :t

 

Not really a story, but when I was in 7th grade, I had this rude af math teacher. She was pregnant, so all she did was yell at us for not being able to solve a problem while eating Cheez-its all day. She didn't even really teach us anything. She just taught us random shiet and I was failing my tests because there was stuff in it I didn't know how to answer because SHE DIDN'T TEACH US HOW TO DO IT. I was lucky I was even getting a C in the class. Whenever someone asked her for help, she usually replied with "Well, what do think it is?:^)" We were like "Bitch, that's why I'm asking you for help." Didn't say that out loud, but that was what we were all thinking, really.
She eventually had to leave halfway through the school year because of maternity leave, and we got a more polite sub for the rest of the year. The sub still didn't really teach us though.
Good thing is that she never came back the next school year.

 

So on Thursday I hurt my foot and I had to get an ice pack. After lunch 6th period which is spanish, I had to bring it with me because it killed...
So there was a substitute and you know when an ice pack is in an bag and it makes this crinkle sound.
she said:
Sub: 'Are you eating'
Me: 'Nooo'
Then it crinkled again
Sub: 'WHAT THE HECK IS THAT???!?!?!'
Me: 'Its an ice pack'
Sub: For what?
Me: my foot
Then she felt it and said
Sub: 'Its warm'
Then she threw it away....

Then after class every one was like

 

There was one day in my art class, way back in 5th grade, where it was completely silent where I was and my art teacher was sitting in her chair at the edge of my table doodling on her paper and she had her feet propped up on the table (eww btw) and she suddenly snapped up and screamed
"*person's name who I won't share*!!! Why are you talking?!?!?" And this kid was my friend too so I looked up, completely shocked. He mumbled back to my teacher,
"I-I was just asking a-a question." His face went pale. and my teacher said,
"No, you ask ME the questions, GO TO THE OFFICE!!"
He then replied,
"W-why?" My teacher lost it. She screamed and I was scared out of my mind. In my school we learned to ask 3 friends before asking the teacher, but, NoOoOoOoOo, my art teacher DID NOT take that for an answer and my friend was sent to the office.

 

Ahh, Yes I remember Satan. Oh whoops I mean that teacher...

 

So we had a gym sub.

We were playing football and some kid (let's call him b) got hit in the face with the ball and his nose started bleeding. So the sub comes over and is like why is b's nose bleeding. So we all say that he got hit in the face with the ball. She then makes us all sit down and some kid goes "why?"

She made him have a private talk with her and he came with scratch marks in his arm

Then she made us stop playing, and we had to play soccer.

Some girl who hates soccer is goalie and she gets hit in the face with the ball, and we had to sit for the rest of the period.