Revenge on disliked teachers

[AdamSmith]

In high school I (of course ) tended to be a Teacher's Pet. But a big exception was my 10th-grade geometry teacher. She thought I was uppity, I thought she was dense, and neither of us managed to conceal our opinion from the other.

 

SO. To torment her, but in a way that would have plausible deniability, after finishing each night's homework, I would go back to one of the six- or seven-line proofs, and find a valid way to make it three or four times longer.

 

Just to put her through the irritation and effort of having to follow it and unpick it in checking and grading my work.

 

Any other Twisted Tales of Tormenting Torturous Teachers?

[+ Truereview]

She thought I was uppity

Thank goodness you proved her wrong.

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[AdamSmith]

Thank goodness you proved her wrong.

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LMAO

 

I had no trouble with her opinion of me.

[+ sync]

While I was never proactive, I did appreciate the "work" of some of my peers. For one of the more administratively burdensome teachers they placed his wastebasket outside the classroom door onto the fire escape. When he went out to retrieve it, they closed the door, which could be opened only from the inside. After a time of relentless shouting and banging on the door, he was obliged to walk down four flights of fire escape steps to reenter the building.

[beachboy]

I never had revengeful thoughts about teachers but there were 1 or 2 about whom I had totally different feelings, but that's another story.....!

[+ poolboy48220]

Funny, I had nearly the same experience. I was a teacher's pet too, with the exception of my 10th grade geometry teacher. My 9th grade algebra teacher, I *think* jokingly, told her on the first day of class to "watch out for that one", and she took it seriously. She and my 10th grade chemistry teacher were the only ones who never warmed up to me.

[+ José Soplanucas]

I hated my Chemistry teacher. She used to walk between the desks rows while lecturing, mostly reading from a textbook. In Corrientes there is an invasive weed that grows seeds like arrows that stick to whatever or whoever touches them. During recess I would collect the seeds and once in class, I would throw to her butt a few every time she passed by my desk, until she was walking around with her ass looking like a porcupine, all the class laughing, and no idea of what was going on.

[AdamSmith]

During recess I would collect the seeds and once in class, I would throw to her butt a few every time she passed by my desk, until she was walking around with her ass looking like a porcupine, all the class laughing, and no idea of what was going on.

ROFLMAO

 

Well done!

[Rudynate]

Mostly, my teachers liked me, but my third-grade teacher hated me. I never paid attention - I would sit in class fiddling with things in my desk, inventing little games to amuse myself, building little structures with pencils and erasers, etc. I realized many years later that was probably why she hated me.

 

When I was in sixth grade, we had a male substitute for a long time because our teacher was out for some lengthy illness. I had a mad crush on him. He had been a Marine and he would tell us anecdotes about his Marine days that weren't entirely suitable for grade-school kids, but we found them fascinating. I would go home and repeat them to my mother and she wasn't happy that our teacher was telling us this kind of stuff. I think she must have called the principal and ratted him out because his behavior toward me suddenly changed.

[+ honcho]

When I was in sixth grade, we had a male substitute for a long time because our teacher was out for some lengthy illness. I had a mad crush on him. He had been a Marine and he would tell us anecdotes about his Marine days that weren't entirely suitable for grade-school kids, but we found them fascinating. I would go home and repeat them to my mother and she wasn't happy that our teacher was telling us this kind of stuff. I think she must have called the principal and ratted him out because his behavior toward me suddenly changed.

 

Thank you for sharing that. I can totally empathize with would have been your likely frustration at loosing some enjoyable company. Had a I merely "liked" your post, it wouldn't have been clear whether it was schadenfreude on my part.

[jawjateck]

During my junior year of high school, I had one English teacher that I hated. None of my compositions pleased him. Every paper or essay received a C. He was weird, and my writings were rather bland. I had a theory he liked to read outside the box stuff and reward students for it, and penalize the sane ones among us. I put him to the test and worked all week, writing an absurd essay on a bizarre topic, and he gave me an A-. Next week I returned to my usual writing style and was given a C. I remember thinking "screw it...this is stupid and too much work. " I decided Cs were good enough, and I retained my sanity.

 

He was a smack-off and deserved a good prank. I wasn't clever enough to pull it off.

[sincitymix]

I had a teacher, i believe it was 5th grade or 6th grade. She spent 1/2 the school year out of class trying to adopt a Filipino baby, then came into the school year bringing the baby with her to class and having us all do "pre made out of the box work". I was already reading 300 page novels, so all the reading assignments she made us do for the entire class time, to avoid teaching us, I went through so fast. She accused me of not doing the reading, and skipping the "colors" (the reading was all based on colors ie: pink was : Susie had a Red Balloon. Mark had a Blue Balloon..

I was so insulted. I explained to her that i did not need to start at the preschool colors and work up. She got so upset, especially when I started to read to her from the colors that indicated high school and college level literature, and answered the questions on the back of the "color card" showing that i comprehended.

After that point nothing i did was good enough. I dont know how i managed to get straight A's in her Home room lessons, she tried her hardest to mark me down for everything. She even told the other students not to be my friend, as it would reflect on their grades. She certainly showed a bias to perfer female students, and she really did not like male students. She even "forgot" to turn in my report card scores to the principal, so i was not able to attend the honor roll call at the end of the year, and got my certificate late.

I know its mean, but in the end I was happy when the Filipino government suddenly took the baby back from her and denied the adoption. Her Tears were like Ambrosia to my shriveled soul.

[+ WilliamM]

I have a positive story.

 

I had a serious illness in the 6th grade, and was absent for a month. I knew there was a book report due, but had no idea how to write a book report. I thought I did just okay. When the teacher handed the papers back, she said it was the worse work I had ever done. But, she quickly followed up with "I realized you were not in class when I talked about how to write a book report."

 

She became a principal the next year. About six years ago, I heard the she was in an assisted living facility in Massachusetts, so I went to see her....for the first time in in over fifty. She did remember me (probably because I was in her last class).

 

I was just in time; she died a few months later.

[TruHart1]

In second grade we were assigned to reading level groups with the teacher deciding where we belonged from our reading comprehension in the first grade, according to our first grade vocabulary scores and our first grade teacher's notes on each of us. My parents talked to my first grade teacher in the spring of that year, telling her they were taking me out of school for 2 weeks for a trip to Miami, Florida. The teacher was quite unhappy and even though my parents got her to grudgingly furnish the work I needed to stay up with the class, she promptly demoted me to the remedial reading group when I got back to school, where she kept me until the end of my first grade year.

 

Second grade found me with the students who were having a tough time with reading and reading comprehension, mainly flash cards and some spelling exercises. I was so bored, I would wait and see if anyone else responded correctly to a flash card before I raised my hand. I also felt like the highest reading level group got the most interesting materials to read and explain. I seem to recall we had three levels of reading groups, the lowest, which I was in, the intermediate and the highest level. During each level's time with the teacher everyone else was supposed to do busy work at their desk. We were permitted to go to the shelves around the room for busy work workbooks so I began to wander over and kind of try to listen and read (looking over shoulders) whatever was being discussed by the students and the teacher in the highest reading level group.

 

It only took my second grade teacher about a month of that to decide to give me a few private reading tests, along with discussing some more difficult meanings of materials she asked me to read, before she placed me in the highest reading group, where I was so much less bored. I went home and bragged to my mom, saying that I hoped that my second grade teacher had given my first grade teacher a talk about putting students in the wrong reading groups out of spite. I know it's not really revenge, but I certainly was happier in a group that challenged me more.

 

TruHart1

[MiamiLooker]

When I was 12, a teacher once reprimanded me for talking while in line in the hallway, so I burned her house down.

[Rudynate]

In second grade we were assigned to reading level groups with the teacher deciding where we belonged from our reading comprehension in the first grade, according to our first grade vocabulary scores and our first grade teacher's notes on each of us. My parents talked to my first grade teacher in the spring of that year, telling her they were taking me out of school for 2 weeks for a trip to Miami, Florida. The teacher was quite unhappy and even though my parents got her to grudgingly furnish the work I needed to stay up with the class, she promptly demoted me to the remedial reading group when I got back to school, where she kept me until the end of my first grade year.

 

Second grade found me with the students who were having a tough time with reading and reading comprehension, mainly flash cards and some spelling exercises. I was so bored, I would wait and see if anyone else responded correctly to a flash card before I raised my hand. I also felt like the highest reading level group got the most interesting materials to read and explain. I seem to recall we had three levels of reading groups, the lowest, which I was in, the intermediate and the highest level. During each level's time with the teacher everyone else was supposed to do busy work at their desk. We were permitted to go to the shelves around the room for busy work workbooks so I began to wander over and kind of try to listen and read (looking over shoulders) whatever was being discussed by the students and the teacher in the highest reading level group.

 

It only took my second grade teacher about a month of that to decide to give me a few private reading tests, along with discussing some more difficult meanings of materials she asked me to read, before she placed me in the highest reading group, where I was so much less bored. I went home and bragged to my mom, saying that I hoped that my second grade teacher had given my first grade teacher a talk about putting students in the wrong reading groups out of spite. I know it's not really revenge, but I certainly was happier in a group that challenged me more.

 

TruHart1

 

I think they used reading level groups as carrots and sticks. In first grade, I started out in the top level ("the Redbirds"). After a time, I suddenly got moved back to the intermediate level ("the Bluebirds). It was a surprise to me, I didn't think I was having a problem in the Redbirds. After a time in the Bluebirds, the teacher said she was thinking of moving me back to the Redbirds, but I would have to REALLY apply myself if I went back to the Redbirds. Then there were the poor suckers in "the Blackbirds," the slowest reading group. Not surprisingly, they were all boys, none of them very well-behaved. So I think the reading groups were more a function of how well you could suck up. I learned my lesson in sucking up well enough to get myself back into the Redbirds.

[+ WilliamM]

Very Interesting @Rudynate . When I was in the 8th grade, the principal implemented a much broader plan. There were ten 8th grade homerooms, 8.0 to 8.9. It was easy to tell that the distribution was based on IQ, with 8.0 students having the highest IQ. I was in home room 8.1 We stayed in home room all day and the teachers (math, science, English, history, Latin) come to our room. I do not remember anyone ever being moved up or down. We had the advantage of the normal 7th grade minor confusion, so appreciated a break for a year before high school.

[Nvr2Thick]

As a high school junior I ended up with the worst history teacher at that level. He had a reputation for being a clown. He dressed in mid '70s nightclub clothes -- polyester slacks in odd colors, with matched vests and open qiana shirts. His entire look was laughably inappropriate and about five years out of date. He was handsome with a very good build, but kind of came across like the late 30's stud who never got over his clubbing days. He was very much a bully. In every class he had two or three guys he would pick on. I was one of the sharpest students; I was in mostly honors classes, but I was in this guy's class because I had no interest in pursuing honors history. He picked on me for being a skinny, late-blooming, nerd with thick glasses. In my class he also picked on this chubby dull-witted guy, Ed, who came from a troubled home in the "poor neighborhood." It's appalling by today's standards, but he'd often make fun of me for appearing unathletic and weak, and he'd make cracks at Ed for being fat, dumb, and sloppy-looking. He'd encourage the cool kids and jocks to laugh, and he never admonished anyone for piling on or for independently picking on me or Ed in class discussion. After Christmas break I actually confronted this teacher about making fun of me in front of the class; he said that it was good-natured fun, that he didn't single any one student out and that I was overly sensitive, and that I needed to toughen up to survive in the real world. For about two weeks he backed off and took some potshots at guys he never picked on before, actually catching himself a couple times when he started to take a shot at me. Within a month it was business as usual. While this teacher had many victims from year to year and class to class his treatment was particularly hard on me as a confused gay teen being bullied by a well built, hairy-chested, muscular stud daddy.

 

This teacher did not follow the department curriculum. He ignored the textbook and had developed his own course based on a series of ditto-machine handouts - canned readings for class discussion, and then short quizzes with ten multiple-choice questions and three "thought" questions each requiring a short paragraph response. His major exams were compiled as greatest hits from the quizzes. He was able to teach by numbers year after year because the multiple-choice questions were easy to grade, and grading the paragraphs just required that he look for two or three key words or points. Our peers under other history teachers were assigned essays, research papers, and group projects. Our content was more philosophy-based and ignored pesky details such as historic events, or countries. Students coming from his class struggled with the senior history class and the statewide exam.

 

After graduation senior year I got a job working for the school district helping the maintenance department and the principals. At one point I was assigned to paint the teachers' offices, including the history department office. I discovered this teacher's file cabinet, organized with folders by week with stacks of ditto-copied handouts each followed by its stack of quizzes. Each folder had its ditto master at the front. Over the course of two days I made a mess of his files. I shuffled handouts between units, disposed of entire lessons, scratched up the ditto masters, reordered entire folders or swapped contents, etc. I engineered this all so that the damage might look accidental for the first few months (September had a few unit 3 papers mixed in with unit 4, October was missing the unit 7 quiz...), but by the end of the school year the handouts, quizzes and tests were thoroughly disordered or trashed. His final ten lessons were completely destroyed - those folders were either gone, filled with random sheets from prior weeks, or padded with blank paper. I discarded all of the ditto masters from those weeks.

 

My friend's mother was the high school nurse. When I returned from freshman year in college I got the scoop on what went down with this teacher during the school year as he discovered his trashed files. My friend's mom said that this teacher started having periodic absences in mid-year, presumably to clean up his course material. He had an "extended illness" in the middle of the second semester, and shortly after he came back he complained to the department head that his course material had been sabotaged and he didn't have time to pull it all together. The department head offered to partner him with another teacher for this course. The problem was that my teacher's course structure was incompatible with the rest of the department. Since he wasn't even close to teaching to the text it was impossible for his students to pick up with another teacher's course of study. The thing is, most of the department knew this to a degree, but they didn't know how bad it was. When anyone moved into a senior level history class those teachers would immediately know who came from this teacher's junior class and would adjust the first month of review to compensate. After this guy's course material was trashed the partner teacher assigned to him ended up wide-eyed as she tried to bridge the gap between the textbook and what this guy was teaching. She originally thought she could just review her assignments, quizzes, projects and exams with him but she discovered there was absolutely no common ground and realized that his students would not be prepared to take on any of her assignments, papers or tests. When she brought it to the department head there was high drama between my teacher, the partner, and the department head, with my teacher becoming belligerent about his rights to teach the class his way and characterizing the partner, who spent sympathetic hours trying to help him and his students and find a solution, as some sort of Judas. They ended up reconstructing the last few weeks of his course from a couple of former students' notes. My teacher was then assigned to build a new curriculum using the partner's as a base, and was forced to teach to the textbook the following year with the department head sitting in on most of his classes. After the second year teaching to the department head's standard he quit and got a job in another district. Several years later when my high school principal retired this teacher applied for the principal's job, not knowing that his old department head was on the selection committee. Among school administrators and staff there was one notorious interview ending with a chair-slinging, that was laughed about for years.

 

 

TL;DR: As a sad closeted gay teen I was bullied by my hunky but lazy and unconventional history teacher. I later found the opportunity to trash his files, and as a result he had a year of hell and was ultimately exposed for being a hack.

[adannyboy]

I was editor of my high school newspaper. I was* a petty queen and had this hitlist of faculty who were just awful people in general. The type that were "untouchable" by tenure or relationship to other staff.

 

Our high school had a "fair" where every department did a thing to try and raise money.

So the journalism dept hosted a chili cookoff and invited the hitlist of teachers to be judges.

 

When you see where this is going, it should only be surprising to note that the Alpo Chili won!

 

 

 

*it's mostly in check, don't try it

[TruHart1]

...

So the journalism dept hosted a chili cookoff and invited the hitlist of teachers to be judges.

 

When you see where this is going, it should only be surprising to note that the Alpo Chili won!

...

 

WOW! Some of you seem really over the line, carrying out truly evil revenge plots! It's quite funny, yet I have to be truthful and admit, I'm a bit shocked!!!

 

TruHart1

[Rudynate]

Very Interesting @Rudynate . When I was in the 8th grade, the principal implemented a much broader plan. There were ten 8th grade homerooms, 8.0 to 8.9. It was easy to tell that the distribution was based on IQ, with 8.0 students having the highest IQ. I was in home room 8.1 We stayed in home room all day and the teachers (math, science, English, history, Latin) come to our room. I do not remember anyone ever being moved up or down. We had the advantage of the normal 7th grade minor confusion, so appreciated a break for a year before high school.

 

I think that was common. In junior high school, we were grouped in "blocks" according to IQ and previous academic performance. And in high school, there were separate tracks. I went to high school in New York state, which at the time, was second only to California for the quality of its public schools. There was a "Regents" track for kids headed to college. The course syllabi were provided by the state Board of Regents and the final exams were written by the Board of Regents. The local track for kids not planning on going to college was quite a bit easier - the courses were all dumbed-down. I understand that that system no longer exists.

[BasketBaller]

I had a French teacher in HS who was a truly awful person, and a bad teacher. But I never did anything to get back at him, now I'm starting to regret that!

[Nvr2Thick]

I was editor of my high school newspaper. I was* a petty queen and had this hitlist of faculty who were just awful people in general. The type that were "untouchable" by tenure or relationship to other staff.

 

Our high school had a "fair" where every department did a thing to try and raise money.

So the journalism dept hosted a chili cookoff and invited the hitlist of teachers to be judges.

 

When you see where this is going, it should only be surprising to note that the Alpo Chili won!

 

 

 

*it's mostly in check, don't try it

 

[jawjateck]

I'm a bit shocked!!!

 

Yeah, it's always jarring when we remember the sinners outnumber the saints around here.

[+ WilliamM]

I think that was common. In junior high school, we were grouped in "blocks" according to IQ and previous academic performance. And in high school, there were separate tracks. I went to high school in New York state, which at the time, was second only to California for the quality of its public schools. There was a "Regents" track for kids headed to college. The course syllabi were provided by the state Board of Regents and the final exams were written by the Board of Regents. The local track for kids not planning on going to college was quite a bit easier - the courses were all dumbed-down. I understand that that system no longer exists.

 

It was not very common when I was in junior high....in 1956-57. My aunt knew the principal who was received the appointment at the last minute when the previous principal left unexpectedly. He had to use the plan already set up which left the building in chaos. The new principal have been the head of a six-room school, which included only a few 5th and 6th grades. So he had to make what to us (the students) was a radical change. I am glad to know it is now commonplace.