Worst Childhood Teacher Awards

"The worst childhood teacher award"? Is something like the Golden Raspberry Award? If so, I'll nomniate my Romanian teacher from 5th to 8th grade. She was a disaster. She was appointed director of the school (because she had some connections ) and she had to teach a class. And she choosed to teach us. Oh, my God, she didn't know anything. All she was doing was reading from the handbook in front of the class. And she didn't know anything about pedagogy.

Hiya T_Diamond, You are right about the Maths Teachers they are not usually friendly or user friendly. I did have one I have to say that was the complete opposite of the rest I encountered along the way. He was the only Maths Teacher who helped me out without bawling me out. He never once treated me as an Idiot quite the opposite. He made you want to learn all over again. But alas I only had him in our Class for a Year but he was the most patient, the most intelligent of them all. I did get ahead better after that till I hit another Brick Wall in the last Year with a Maths fanatic. He tried to reduce me to tears many times but I did not cry and not only that he tried to humiliate us on a regular basis. With this one I felt like I was back at square one. Thing is you could not ask him anything, he would not explain anything only to his "pet pupils" (grin). Enough said I wish him no ill but he could have been more understanding. He was no good at learning Languages anyway thing I found out much later on in a Spanish Exam I was taking (grin).

well there is one teacher that i could think off. he doesnt know how to solve his own math/chemistry problems. i was really dumbfounded when i found out.

My Math teacher when I was in grade 1 was the one I feared most. There was a day or two when I was away from class because of fever. When I came back to school the next day I was asked to recite the multiplication table which I couldn't memorize yet. I remember her shouting and screaming her head off.

I was in the primary school and I forgot to bring my homework. The teacher got very angry and came towards me. The next I know, "wham", there was this knock on my head with the heavy textbook she was holding. I have always thought I became stupid because of that one horrible incident.

My six years of age when he attended school for the first time, the time it's called playgroup or kindergarten. I was very timid and very spoiled to the extent that time the school asked for is always in between and in the accompany parents. I think that's a reasonable thing to remember my first time in school. Beyond all that I am including a diligent student and always perform, many prizes as I can when it began the painting competition, the race to play a musical instrument until I had accomplished each of its sessions. Many teachers are supporting me, I was not alone at that time. That's the most exciting things in my life. Life is not alone as long as we want to try and help each other with each other I think other people behave the same towards us. How about you?

well i did have a male in the fifth grade that for some reason really didnt like me. he was the only one id ever had that didnt. there was times he embarrassed me by using my last name and asking me why i didnt get something, in front of the whole class. he never done this to anyone else. id tell him i understood it all. then hed actually say, well you had a dumb look on your face. never knew why he hated me. he never treated anyone else like that.

Hiya T-Diamond, We had one in the Infants School that had a nice little habit of picking us up and shaking us till our teeth rattled in our Heads. She would do this for reasons known to herself of course and although I hold no grudges it was indeed a very trying Teacher to have to put up with we were only Five years Old each at the most. As for the shaking I was one of her favourites to pick up and shake but I still don´t why to this very Day. She did this shaking a lot too not just once in a while. I was glad to leave her Class I really was. Thank goodness I have my Head in one piece also. I don´t think she ever got reported and boy could she shout at the same time. I would give that Teacher without naming her of course that award.

My third grade teacher in my eyes was the best of the best. She put us in a room to watch the film of Martin Luther King. Oh how I sat there and enjoyed the film. Many of the kids in my class would tease me as racism dates back a very long time. I am Hispanic so they thought I was so dumb for the admiration. I use to checkout Martin Luther's kings autobiographies from the library and they would tease me so. I lived in the foster care system, and did not have great foster parents. As soon as the Government money ran out well so did I, next home for me. So listening to Martin Luther King's speeches I said to myself I had to better me. I had to make a difference. Being teased so often I would cry everyday and my teacher would say to me you be you always, you do not let anyone ever tell you that you are not great. I do not know my old teachers whereabouts or where she is today. But she stuck in my mind and I go out of the monotony of cruelty and have lived my life that I am somebody no matter what anyone thinks.

My third grade teacher, I have never forgotten how mean she was when I was little. She said to me in front of my whole class, that she did not think I was using my brain, and my head must have been disconnected from my shoulders. I went home crying that day from school. Later on in life I was working at a bank and she was one of the customers and she was still not a nice lady.