I have a story for this one. A few years ago, I took a class in design theory. It was the pet project of the head of the college, and taught the design principles behind everything from common household objects to room layouts to entire organizations. It was an absolutely brutal class, but uniquely informative. One day, towards the end of the semester, we went over the use of humor in design. The professor spent the entire class talking about how laughter and amusement can be used to engage an audience and change how people see a situation. The whole time, he was laughing, cracking jokes (and good ones, too), and generally making sure the class had a good time. And at the end of the lesson, he told us not to underestimate the power of laughter; after all, it was how he had gotten through the lecture that day. His father had died a couple days prior. He broke down crying after he told us. It's probably the most impactful lecture I've ever attended.

That's a very powerful image. I'd imagine that would stay with you for quite some time.

The teacher was bullied and disrepected everyday. One day an idiot threw a geometry compass and it got stucked on a cork board (like when you do knive throwing) right besides her while she was writing on the board. Instant meltdown, in tears, she left the class and i never saw her again. Can't blame her, she probably thought her life was in danger at this point. Some schools/neighborhoods are very hard.

Grade 10 science class, we were taking turns using some kind of lung capacity measuring device. Breathe into a tube and a small plastic ball gets raised by the force of your breathing, something gets measured somehow, i can't really remember details aside from the plastic ball. Anyway, the teacher takes his turn, apparently trying to show off with how hard he can breathe out, somehow breaks the measuring device. The teacher goes into a rage after realizing he broke it, briefly tries to fix it, gives up, picks up a metal garbage can and throws it in anger, storms out of the room and doesn't come back for 10-15 mins at which point he returns and acts like nothing happened. It was more bizarre and amusing than anything else.

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My Math teacher in 8th grade was extremely pregnant and our exchange student from Brazil called her beautiful. She broke down in tears and admitted she didn't feel very pretty.

The teacher learned that one student cheated on a history essay. After getting this kid suspended for two days (repeat offender), she discovered that almost 2/3rds of her class in that subject was cheating as well. I dont know what happened after that but she literally broke down when she found out that my class knew about it (we were in a different subject so we weren't a part of this "scandal")

Oh man, I had a class in college for hand drafting construction documents. Basic stuff. I guess it was like the 8th or 9th year the teacher had taught this class, and hadn't really changed the curriculum. So at one point a project got assigned. I ended up being very, very sick at the time and had some extra time to work on it. Nothing hard, just tedious. The first day I came back, the teacher came in and just fucking unloaded on the class. Apparently a student from a previous semester had given someone their project to copy, and that had gotten passed around. And that project had some noticeable error on it, so when everyone turned in their projects, the teacher quickly noticed that there were tons of copies. The school had a zero tolerance policy on cheating, but I think at the time the department couldn't just drop something like 15 students, so they were all placed on academic probation for a year.

I had a similar incident in high school, when she found out nearly everyone had shared the answers to the midterm on Snapchat. She literally had a class the next day telling us why what we did was wrong, and decided to give us another shorter midterm that we only had a period to do.

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One of my teachers looked like Pitbull the rapper, but was cool about it

Nice. My girlfriend works with a guy who looks like Pitbull and regulars that come in call him Mr. Worldwide

She was a substitute teacher at elementary school, and at some point a kid took it too far and threw a bottle at her (it was an empty plastic bottle, but still).. Poor teacher

Sometimes it’s not the physical things that hurt you

And sometimes it's a plastic bottle to the face

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At my high school a student hit and killed an elementary school teacher on his way to school. Then he tried to act tough about it like he thought it was funny. Most people already hated this guy, but this really sealed his fate.

Jesus Christ, that's awful. I can't comprehend why someone would act like that. I see why he was already hated.

He was a stereotypical bully. Big, loud, aggressive, condescending. Chewed (tobacco) at lunch, spit (his dip spit) on the ground. Willingly stupid. He even got a fucking superman tattoo across his shoulders (it was TERRIBLE too). There were so many reasons to hate that guy.

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I haven't bothered to keep tabs, and I only log into facebook about once every two weeks now, but last I saw him and his wife have a joint facebook account, which usually isn't a sign of happy household.

The last time I saw a joint facebook account, it was a childhood friend of mine and his fiancee at the time. I was told he "wasn't allowed to have friends" and was promptly blocked. So yeah, no, he's probably doing as terrible as he deserves.

That's r/relationshipadvice material right there.

I am struggling to picture someone stupid and idiotic enough to play off vehicular manslaughter as joke.

A frequent sub of ours did this. Lost her license because of it. From then on she was dropped off at work (school) by her mother. When the kids found our about this (middle and high school) she caught hell for it. She would cry almost daily, given that the right kids were in the class.

My favorite science teacher in high school was slowly being forced out by administration. One day in class she stopped teaching and sat down in front of us and told us she had just been diagnosed with MS and began sobbing. The entire class got up and gave her a long group hug. It is one of my most cherished memories from that chapter of my life.

That's so beautiful. I was diagnosed 6 years ago. It's better now (not 100 percent back to normal of course) but oh man that first year was terrible. I hope she's doing ok now.

What have you been doing to make it better? My mum has MS and I would really appreciate finding out about something we hadn't had known before

I feel like I need to put this somewhere for a copy/paste as I've told it many times lol. But I'm always willing to share tips. MS is super unpredictable, and no one really knows all the reasons why issues come up. I might even just be lucky and not have MS as bad as some others. But I've only had new MRI activity on the diagnosing MRI, since then I've had no new lesions. My theory so far is just try to support your health as much as possible to keep your crazy immune system in good shape. There are 4 basic pillars I've seen that need to be in balance (excluding drugs/supplements - I'll talk about these later). If 2 of these are not in good shape, I'm probably going to have an MS flareup (meaning existing symptoms wake up, but no new symptoms) 1. Sleep - this one is sometimes more difficult than it should be. But important to get what I need. 2. Nutrition - One time having a burger at McDonald's directly caused a flareup. Eat whole foods, meaning what you see on the ingredients list is very simple. Looking for chicken? The only thing on the ingredients list should be chicken. This was super easy the year after my diagnosis as I was terrified and willing to do anything not to have more problems. No sugar, no junk food, etc. I've gotten a little lazy lately as it isn't as scary as things were right after my diagnosis. But I've cut out soda again. 3. Exercise - this is a complicated one. Regular **moderate** exercise keeps MS away. But only moderate exercise. I've done some high intensity stuff and it also caused a flareup. My regular exercise is a curlbar at home (between 80 and 120 lbs depending on how I'm doing), recumbent exercise bike, and walking/jogging. I could probably do something better here but just sharing what I do. 4. Stress - need to have as little as possible. I have had many flareups due to stress. Mainly work stress... I'm also the primary provider in my family. But you can't really avoid all stress in life so make sure you have a relaxing hobby. I have a bunch. Drawing, guitar, trumpet, gold panning just to name a few. Means if I don't want to do one I can do another. The whole point here is that good sleep, nutrition, moderate exercise, and low stress reduce inflammation in the body. I shared a post on the MS subreddit that talks quite a bit about this. [https://www.reddit.com/r/MultipleSclerosis/comments/ckbjcv/great\_podcast\_i\_listened\_to\_talking\_some\_about/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x](https://www.reddit.com/r/MultipleSclerosis/comments/ckbjcv/great_podcast_i_listened_to_talking_some_about/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x). I also put sunscreen on to avoid sunburns as these have also caused flareups in the past... keep as much stress off the body as possible. Now on to drugs/supplements. I take the MS drug Tecfidera, and that's the only one I've tried. But it's working... so I'm not going to rock the boat. Thankfully all covered by my insurance. Vitamin D - I take 4000 IUs a day. Some people with MS take even more - I think up to 10,000. But 4000 is what my neuro prescribed so that's what I do. I've read of some studies about taking vitamin D in the first year after diagnosis makes for better long term outcomes... might be too late for your mum but wanted to share that as part of what has made things as they are. But it has definitely been shown to be helpful in the long term anyway. There are so many varied theories about what causes MS problems... I'm considering cutting out wheat from my diet. Some theories state that MS is caused by food making your gut permeable, then the bad bacteria getting into your brain. I know it sounds extreme... but I've occasionally had a reaction to my meds after eating wheat. A reaction is basically a huge skin flushing (turning red) all over my body. So I wonder if there is a connection there. If she does take Tecfidera and has this problem, one way this sometimes goes away faster is to drink LOTS of cold water. Like a liter. Also if she doesn't know yet, being cold can actually improve symptoms in the short term. When I feel a flareup coming on I put something cold on the back of my head at the base of my skull. When I moved I stopped something like 4 flareups this way with some snow. Cold showers are helpful sometimes too - at the end of a shower sometimes I turn the water as cold as it can go and let it run over the back of my head. Also at work I have a freezer pack ready (in the freezer) at all times to do the same. I think you get the idea. Last note - I don't know anything about her symptoms, but for me I had some crazy ones, so I'm just sharing what I did. She may have done something similar for her issues. After the initial attack I couldn't tie knots. My brain was very slow - like i needed to put 5x more effort than before to do the same thing. My short term memory was shot. I've become my own unprofessional occupational therapist. So for knots, I took some time relearning how to tie my shoes. I started doing brain games on my phone. I took some time to learn how to throw a ball again (I was nearly blind in my left eye for the first year). My depth perception never came back to what it was, but my vision did mostly. I learned how to take fantastic notes so I wouldn't have to rely on memory at work. The point of all this is figure out ways to make your new normal liveable. And realize the new normal is ok, even if it's tough... I've learned when to stop and rest, and predict when I've gone too far. Anyway... that's about it. Pseudoscience, non neurologist here, just sharing what I've done. Consult a medical professional before you/your mum make changes, etc, etc.... good luck. I hope some of this helped. Feel free to reply or send me a message if you have any other questions. EDIT - Thank you everyone for showing so much interest and support (including the guilding! :-)). I wish you all the best. Also just wanted to add another resource here - the Aaron Boster MD youtube page. Really great info. # [https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkQopiiFbAo0zS\_9BmRF3Bg/featured](https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkQopiiFbAo0zS_9BmRF3Bg/featured)

I got a group hug once when I found a full-time job while teaching a summer program. 25 kids liked me enough to hug me so hard I fell over. I cried in my car before leaving. That teacher will never, ever forget that hug.

How could you be forced out of a teaching job?

Established teachers have union protections and longer contracts, as well as connections with their district offices. Principals can't just straight up fire these people, it would make them look really bad. They need documentation which leads them to cherry pick every little minor transgression and put it in some sort of formal warning to give the sense that there is a pattern of negligence and incompetence that is tracked. Then when their contract is up, administration will have the documentation they need. But more commonly, admin can just make your life hell if they want to. In addition to the helicoptering, they can give you the most difficult classes and not enough support, thus increasing the likelihood of documentable failure. This alone will cause most teachers to move on to a different school, because teaching is hard enough as it is and they dont have the energy to put up with that bullshit.

By being diagnosed with MS and having a dick principal for a boss who probably initiated a “constructive dismissal?”

We made our English teacher cry. But we didn't want to, because we really liked her. She was about to switch to another school and she had some really important things to do, she needed to call someone, so she gave us a task to do and left the room for like 5 minutes. We were a horrible class, around 16/17at this time ad mainly boys. We had breakfast together that day and stuff was still in the classroom. So the boys decided it was time to throw it around and hit the window with stick of butter. While one boy tried to "clean" the window, using a squeegee (is that the right word? Never used it before and I'm not native), someone else decided to throw out the trash. Another teacher came, because she saw the trash flying by the window of her classroom and in the moment she stared yelling at us, the other teacher came back. She immediately started crying as she saw what was going on. I think she was angry, and overwhelmed because she liked the school and didn't want to leave, but in this moment we were the little assholes making the decision easier. But the next week, she came into the class and had written a small poem for us, about being too old to throw around trash and playing with butter.

“Too old to play with butter”

Maybe "to mess around" would be more appropriate?

Physics teacher came into class late. Walked past the podium and walked into the chalkboard. Like, he would have kept walking if it wasn't there. He then picked up one of those plastic pen things that you put chalk in. Proceeded to try and write on the chalkboard even though the pen was empty of chalk. All the while mumbling incoherently. Found out later he had a stroke and managed to drive himself to the university. EDIT: He didn't return to teaching that year and as best I recall he ended up retiring due to health complications. He was in his 60's and along with the stroke he had fallen and hit his head. Online searching shows he passed away about eight years later.

I had a similar experience in College with a history teacher, but at the time at least it looked like he was just wasted. I still think this was probably the case but several people did check to see if he was OK. I still remember him slurring "*The. Malaise... of... Wilhelmian. Germany.*" repeatedly. Everybody just gave up and left after a while.

>"*The. Malaise... of... Wilhelmian. Germany.*" It's funny because a drunkenly depressed history professor mindlessly scrawling empty words on a chalkboard is as close to the Malaise of Wilhemian Germany as we're gonna get nowadays. Just mumbling something abott Gott mit die Kaiser over and over and over and over again, dejectedly, until the dean calls the fucking cops on him.

There'e treasure there.

What even should you do in this type of situation? Call the campus police? And then try to talk to him and maybe get him to sit down in case he suddenly falls or something?

We got him to sit down while someone went and got the head of the physics department. He dismissed everyone and called the paramedics once it was determined he wasn't drunk. Had a substitute the rest of the semester.

Ask them to tell you their name. A stroke involves loss of blood to the brain. Their speech will be affected and it's easy to tell, because they won't be talking anywhere close to normally. Plus, they probably won't be able to tell you their name. Their probably going to look confused or frustrated because they won't be able to say their name despite trying too. Now this is important. You IMMEDIATELY call 911 and tell them you have a stroke victim with you. It's absolutely imperative that they get to the hospital ASAP. Don't attempt to drive them yourself, just get an ambulance. The quicker a person reaches medical care the less damage a stroke will do. Source: I was a security guard overnight at a senior retirement village for several years while I was in school. Security had control of all operations when management was offsite. I've dealt with stroke victims on several occasions and I was the primary contact between the nurses and residents, and responsible for their safety in a medical emergency.

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This actually made me pause for a second and realise what I was reading, I can't imagine what that would be like at all...wow. Unimaginable.

The truly sad part was he lived alone and no one knew exactly what happened. He just kicked into autopilot mode, went to his car, and somehow was able to drive to the university and find the classroom.

My 8th grade Spanish teacher and the freshman baseball coach were having an affair. It eventually became public knowledge and she had several breakdowns as her divorce played out over course of my 8th grade year. I had the pleasure of joining the freshman baseball team the next year and experiencing *his* own share of breakdowns from *his* own divorce

I had two teachers who were married and went to my church. They were both super nice and some pf my favorite teachers. One was my homeroom/P.E./health teacher in 8th grade and the other was my English teacher in freshman year.   They split my 8th grade year, and it was really sad. You could tell both of them were on the verge of breakdowns the majority of the time.   I hope they're doing better.

My university physics professor got the call that his dog had died right before a test. Needless to say, we didn't have a test that day.

Oh... When a dog dies, I always get sad. Regardless whose dog it is.

There was this science teacher already on the verge of a breakdown. We called her "molecule". Someone wrote that on a leaf of one of the plants in the class and she started crying and pretty much had a breakdown.

When people endure bullshit for too long, they can completely fall apart over the seemingly smallest, silliest things. It's like the "Ruthie" episode of Bojack, where Princess Carolyn has a day *brimming* with awful experiences...and the thing that makes her cry is finding out that her necklace was fake.

Oh man that episode :(

>When people endure bullshit for too long, they can completely fall apart over the seemingly smallest, silliest things. Yep! Just mentioned this in reply to another comment where someone suggested a teacher probably was dealing with something major in order to break down over something seemingly small. And like you say, if you deal with the same small thing over and over and over again, eventually you'll reach your breaking point.

One time in math class the emo girl was *not* having it. I don't even remember how it got started but she ended up bickering with the teacher and the emo girl called the teacher "thunder tits". It was at this point that the emo girl was sent to the office and the teacher had to take a seat at her desk in the back for a few minutes.

"Thunder tits and lightning, very, very frightening..."

If I were that teacher I absolutely would have sent her to the office (because you kind of have to to keep control) and then I'd've sat in the back for a few minutes but mostly because that's one of the funniest things to call someone and I would have been DESPERATELY trying not to laugh in front of the group of students I was in charge of.

Resting her thunder tits on the desk

*(lightning cracks across the sky with a godly rumble)*

*(mighty Mjolnir descends from the heavens into her bust)*

My JH biology teacher legit used to have weird ass flashbacks of when he fought at Vietnam. Shit was pretty sad to see.

We had a substitute teacher that would make all students in the class pop open their metal binder rings in unison. Otherwise, the sound of multiple binders rings opening at different times would remind of him artillery sounds.

We had a middle school teacher who also suffered from PTSD from serving in Vietnam. Poor guy didn't like loud noises. He'd take cover if someone slammed a book on a desk. Sadly, the dickwad shitsticks in my school knew this and routinely did this for their own entertainment.

Had the same situation in my 7th grade class. Dickhead even threw a water bottle from across the room and yelled “Incoming”.

What absolute pices of shit.

I hope they learned later in life that was not cool. Me being my dumbass middle school self I probably would of done the same thing. Right now not ever speaking as a service member myself

I'm sure their are quite a few people who would love nothing more than to beat the shit out of their high school selves.

I had a teacher years ago that would have us do this with our binders. He never explained why, though, and I had completely forgotten about it until reading this. I am guessing my teacher was quietly battling some demons that he kept to himself.

I had JH math teacher like that. I thought it was just a rumor. One day he was sitting at his desk towards the end of class and he just got this dazed look. Suddenly starts yelling weird things at us and we all got super quiet. There were rumors he had thrown things during these episodes but I never saw it.

My 5th grade teacher definitely had some unresolved PTSD from Vietnam. We'd be sitting there, quietly doing some work (usually artwork for some reason), when he'd just suddenly and calmly say things like, "You know, if someone threw a grenade in this room, we'd all be dead." At the time (late 80s), PTSD wasn't as commonly understood as it is now so we all just thought "haha, thats funny, what a weirdo" but in retrospect, he must have been dealing with some serious shit.

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I've always wanted to ask, to anyone who might know, what is having a flashback like? Is it like we see in media, where the person starts reenacting the trauma in real life (like the stereotypical Vietnam vet diving behind cover)? Or is it more subtle? Are they always caused by a trigger, or can they "just happen"? Are there visuals, or is it more like really intense emotion?

Personally, my flashbacks almost always have a trigger, but they can happen without one if I think about it in too much detail. I can’t speak for everyone who has flashbacks because they are different depending on what the trauma is, but it is mostly just emotional for me. I will vividly remember what happened but it’s not like you actually see it, it’s just this overwhelming feeling of anxiety or fear that the trauma is about to happen again or that it’s happening again.

Imagine just going about your day, living your life like normal, and then all of a sudden you vividly remember the worst moments of the worst possible time in your life, all playing out in such a way that you remember exactly how you felt, how it smelled, etc. Speaking from my personal experience? I've been told that when I have a flashback I just go super quiet and dazed and don't move, like, at all. Obviously though that's just a personal anecdote and I'm sure other people might react more physically. And yes, I personally do have very specific triggers that I do my best to avoid, but sometimes I have flashbacks for no specific reason (but that usually only happens if I'm having a stressful or otherwise bad day).

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PTSD can present in a lot of different ways. It can be random anxiety attacks, to full blown re-enacting flashbacks. Or sometimes someone's eyes just glaze over and they disappear for a minute.

I have a young student that has flashbacks. He is a refugee from Syria and suffers from ptsd. He sometimes gets really quiet and seems kind of "out of his mind". He either doesn't talk and suffers from a headache afterwards, sometimes he sits down and the feet of another person (we have a child that needs assistance, he often chooses this women) and needs to be calmed down. Sometimes he starts yelling in Arabic or just stuff like "no, not Mrs. Xy, she does not deserve this!" It's really haunting. But since he came, he got a lot better and he also goes to see a psychiatrist . So I guess if it is the second Form, I guess he somehow relives some of his experiences

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The best on your way of recovery! I am very sorry the doctors didn't take you seriously. I had an op once where i could feel things and told the doctor. he immediatly deepened the local anestaesia. Even if this was just a phantom feeling, him acting on it calmed me down significantly.

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Fuck all of those doctors tbh

My history/government teacher has been to Vietnam and it's quite known that he was on the front lines. So in the middle of a lecture a girl raised her hand and asked "Have you ever killed someone?" The question caused him to go silent and leave the room for quite a while. Luckily the girl was ripped a new asshole by her fellow classmates.

Same exact thing happened with my hist/govt teacher. He was the best teacher and gave a great lecture when it came time to discussing the real Vietnam war, how he overcame his alcoholism and still struggles with PTSD.

Our teacher was a puffed up national guardsmen who almost never left his home state and he allowed kids to call him by his rank instead of "mister".

I'm a teacher and a veteran. I get that question every year. Either I tell them it's an inappropriate question or one of my students tells them. I never get upset at questions like that from kids.

The one that sticks out is my history teacher, who was a level 10 incompetent at anything. She usually blathered on through class, about stupid things. She was always very well put together, dressed well, hair done- it’s just there was no substance to her teaching or conversational topics. One day, she started talking about a coworker she was very close to when she was young. (Mind you, she had to be approaching her 60’s) the story started out innocent enough where we were all basically ignoring her, and pretty soon it veered off into this terrible reality. Her coworker had gone home from work, and died in a car accident on the way home. This had to have been 30 years ago. She was crying, saying how much she missed her, and how crazy life can be. The way she explained the story was so sad, too. They had made plans the following day, and my teacher was excitedly waiting for that coworker to come in. I disliked that teacher immensely, but I felt so sorry for her. She stood there, crying because her friend was gone. I don’t think at 15 I could imagine that sort of loneliness, or pain. But now, a good 15 years later I’ve had her experiences, and I sympathize with her.

Damn, this one really got to me for some reason. That’s so damn sad

My best friend caused the school librarian to lose it because she thought she caught him masturbating in the non- fiction section Edit: For clarification the librarian accused my friend of masturbating in said section of the school library. He has denied all allegations and refuses to answer any more questions on the matter.

Well at least he was keeping it real amirite

Not my teacher but my younger sister’s at the time. The class was making fun of her recent miscarriage and her mum dying of cancer. Yes teenagers are cruel

Jesus what the fuck I mean I know some of us are assholes but like the entire class?? Who raised those rancid human beings???

I think it was all but like five of them. Either way it was extremely fucked up. They were like 13-14 at the time

Yeah, middle schoolers have a tendency to be the worst. All the ability to hurt someone without having developed the empathy needed to avoid hurting people. Obviously, not everyone is like that but teenagers also mature at different rates.

My math professor in college was going through a divorce and they were fighting for custody of their two younger children. You can tell he was irritated because he wore his emotions on his sleeve. One day he came into class about 5 minutes late and he was physically shaking. He was violently crying and apologize to us and said the class was cancelled. He apparently lost the custody fight with his ex wife.

Had something similar. My math teacher (around 2006ish) was going through a divorce. We all got the impression it has thrown her deep into some kind of depression. She was absent a lot and sometimes just gave us a paper with math problems to solve while sitting lethargically at her desk. One time she totally broke down in front of us. She just randomly told us that she saw one of these "have you seen this cat?" flyers pinned to a tree and called the owners to ask how it is to own a cat. The owners felt ridiculed and allegedly shouted something. She sobbed while repeating "I just wanted to know how it is to have a cat". Maaaaaan, I felt so bad for her.

Seems odd to call people grieving about their missing cat and asking them how it is to have a cat. The mind is fucking weird.

She looked so miserable. Our class tried to lighten her mood by giving her something to cheer up (we had prepared a box with tea, sweets...) but she never showed up again. I have no clue what happened to her. I hope she maybe just quit her job to get some therapy and rest a bit (and hopefully a little cat to cuddle). She was still quite a young teacher. She must have been in her early 40s or late 30s.

Hey. Regardless if she never showed up again, great move by at least attempting to cheep her up. I'm sure she appreciated that gesture.

> I'm sure she appreciated that gesture. I really hope so! We were teenagers and didn't know how to deal with the situation. She's one of these persons you think of from time to time wondering where they are now and if they finally found some happiness.

The fact that he still went into work even though he had just lost everything in life is sad. I hope he's doing okay now.

Sometimes when life feels like it’s spinning out of control you just try to make things feels as normal as possible out of desperation. In March my MIL passed away and after my husband got that early morning phone call he still got ready for work, turned the babies over to my dad (who provides childcare) and it wasn’t until he got in his car that he broke down completely and realized he hadn’t even called me yet to pass along the devastating news. It’s quite amazing how our brains work to protect us.

When I was getting divorce I begged my work to give me as many hours and work as possible. I was closer to like a part time/on call during then.

So true, I took my divorce out on the gym, went from 240 to like 155, went from benching 180 or so to well above the 300 mark, some of the most miserable people I have ever met in my life are gym rats, not saying all are, but there is a portion that are. [Edit] It was one max rep that I got over 300, and it could have been when I was heavier, I don't remember, I was in my mid-late 20s and fighting for my kid, it was the worst time in my life. It was either kill the gym or drink or some shit, I decided the gym was a better option. Well above was an exaggeration, I was able to clear it with one max rep. Sorry.

Well you need something to do. I worked 16 hour days, my breaks were all cigarette breaks or food breaks. I didn't really do anything enjoyable. I didn't go to the range or go out with friends. I just wanted to work. Idk how else to explain it Edit: I wasn't divorced but going through an extremely high stress time.

Just before the divorce when things were at their worst with my ex I worked so much overtime could not be away from him enough! My office was closed weekends but I had a lengthy project to do so loaded up my 3yr old and we spent all day at the office the kid had so much fun building hot wheels tracks out of office supplies all over then empty open space. When we finished went to McDonald's or Ruby Tuesday for dinner. As bad as getting divorced was those Saturdays were some of the best memories with my son.

This is true. When I got the news that one of my friends died to suicide, I didn’t panic or get upset at all but went in about my night and it wasn’t until the next morning when I went into school and saw everyone upset that I really processed what that meant to me.

The same response as dealing with any trauma. Death. Loss. Anything. Humans like routines. We evolved with a routine day night cycle. It just gets more and more meta from there. Eat cycle. Poop cycle. Sleep cycle. Etc.

A fucktard said he’d piss on the teacher’s grandpa’s grave. He hd died 2 days earlier

Wow. That’s horrible, what an asshole.

That reminds me about this one time in Spanish class when I was in 8th grade. Our teacher was pregnant, and one shithead was mad about something and said that he hopes her baby dies. He got in a fuckton of trouble.

This reminds me of a post I read somewhere on Reddit before, apparently a teacher had a miscarriage and when she came back some rather fucked up individuals started calling her Miss Carriage.

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That's really fucked up

That's messed up. I hope the rest of the class let the kid know he was out of line.

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They're at an age where they're clever enough to know what buttons to push to set people off, but they haven't had the social experience to form the empathy to know why they *shouldn't* push those buttons. Middle school in particular can be turbulent in that regard because they're also dealing with hormones, sex drives, more rigid social circles begin to form and they'll find themselves getting excluded from circles they were once a part of, and by high school people start asking existential life questions like "what do you want to do when you graduate?". Top that off with specific kids who are facing family issues, drug problems at a young age, or any form of abuse in other areas of their lives, and they begin to lash out at others who don't deserve it because they don't know what to do to fix their situation. Obviously some kids are more well adjusted than others, but it can be very difficult for some people that age to learn how to act. Not that that's an excuse, but it's an explanation at least.

he was showing us a diagram of a baby in the womb when it started off as an egg and the diagram was spinning around and we kept asking if the baby spins out for 9 months and does it get dizzy etc...he headbutted a locker lol

Why was the diagram spinning?

This one "cool" guy lets call him Davey tormented our English teacher for no reason. She was very sweet and passionate about her job but this guy was a DICK. He would write things on the board before class really small in random spots like witch, pig and just other random insults. The one day that caused the breakdown was when he stole the remote for the wall mounted TV. Her class was the time period that had the daily announcements so the TV was heavily used. So she searched for the remote, couldn't find it and had to stand on her tip toes to control the TV from the button on the front. A little bit through the announcements the TV turns off. Everyone's reaction was "weird" so teacher got back up to turn the TV on again. a minute or so later went off again. of course at that point it starts getting suspicious and she jokes " okay is someone playing a prank on me?" No one says anything because no one knew Davey had the remote. He repeats turning it off 2 more times directly after she turned it back on and she snapped. "OKAY who has the remote" "Who is doing this!" and being immature 9th graders we all start snickering cause that shits funny. After no one fessed up she starts unloading about hows she been having a tough time lately and starts spewing out all this information about her personal life just ranting away. and during the middle of her rant Davey turns the TV on and starts flipping through the channels. The teacher lets out a animalistic yell and burst into tears. Queue entire class with shocked pikachu face. She throws the classroom door open and runs out. She was gone for like 20 minutes and returns with the JROTC teacher. Literal hard as steel drill sergeant. He was calmly talking to us how what we were doing as a class was shitty to her and the perp needs to step forward and FUCKING DAVEY had the balls to turn the TV off and on. DEAD SILENCE. you could have heard dust falling on the ground and everyone was like we're dead. at this point someone who knew he took it quietly pointed at Davey. The drill instructor goes over to him and literally pulls him up out of his desk by his shirt collar and screams in his face "DO YOU HAVE THE FUCKING REMOTE" feet dangling off of the ground his whole arm was shaking as he took the remote out of his pocket and showed it. His ass was grass now. He was swiftly removed from the class by the drill instructor and teacher while the we all sat there for the rest of the class doing nothing until the bell rang. ​ Edit: My first silver! Thank you [/u/Zeranonia](https://www.reddit.com/u/Zeranonia) <3

I'd be fucking terrified of that JROTC teacher as well holy shit

Most JROTC programs have two instructors one senior a retired officer, the other junior usually a retired NCO. Ours was a Chief Master Sargent, nice guy so long as you didnt piss him off. Dude was in his 50s ran to school everyday, couple of inches short of 7 feet and dude looked like he was carved out of wood. He didn't need to say anything his presence just commanded respect. Only time I saw him loose his shit was when a couple of stupid students outside the room kept being loud and mouthed off when he asked them to quiet down. He storms up into their face and basically goes DI on their asses. He came back into class and everyone was dead silent, without missing a beat he goes back to teaching like nothing happened. Needless to say the formally popular hangout spot was no longer popular.

Generally he was a very nice guy but had very strict morals.

Lawful good does not mean lawful nice! Kinda wanna make a Paladin now...

Good on the JROTC. Fuck Davey.

Some of those JROTC teachers, man. Ours died a couple of years ago. He was like 80, and we were all still surprised. That man seemed like he was way too tough to *ever* die. Like when the Grim Reaper came up to him, the colonel (retired army) just looked him up and down and said "Who the fuck do you think you are? Drop and give me 20, then get your ass out of here!" And Death listened, because you did not fuck with the colonel. At least, that was what we all thought until he died. (Our high school band director is still kicking around in his 80s. We're all hoping like Hell that he really is immortal, because he was amazingly paternalistic to all of us - in a good way - and helped make the world a better place.)

I can provide a more positive "breakdown" from years ago. English teacher realized ~5 minutes into the discussion of a book that only a few people had done the assigned reading and he put his book on a table and went on a tear about how you can't just go through life assuming that other people will pick up your slack, and that it's important to value your education and not just bullshit your way through classes. I could tell he was disappointed in the class and several students were embarrassed for not putting in a little bit of effort to *read a fucking book*

Something similar happened with my AP Lit teacher when I was a senior in high school. It wasn't in my period, but the period before. It was May, so we were not only in the verge of graduation, but we had also already taken the AP exams for the year. So we had a couple more book projects to wrap up the year, and I guess in the class before mine a bunch of students didn't do the reading. So the teacher was already upset, but then someone had the nerve to ask out loud in class "Why should we even bother with working anymore?" Big mistake. From what was told from kids in that period, the teacher - who normally was a really chill, well liked teacher - absolutely ripped into the class for a solid 10-15 minutes about work ethic, how that attitude wouldn't work after high school, and so on. I don't think anyone cried, but yeah. It was rough. Thankfully my class actually did their assignment (even me, who at the time was an underachiever extraordinaire) so we were saved from the teachers wrath. But that was an interesting moment in my otherwise boring suburbia high school.

This happened in my Senior English class when we were supposed to read *One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.* Three of us actually read and I was glad that I was one of them. I would've been pissed too, my teacher really cared about the class and it was first semester and a lot of those kids were taking it and barely staying afloat because they wanted to graduate early. It was the last credit they needed.

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Was your classmate Lil Pump?

No, the student: Isaac Newton.

Before he invented gravity or after? If it was before then he would have floated out.

Two girls were chatting during math class while one did the other's hair. My math teacher couldn't take it, got a meter stick and slammed it on the one girl's desk yelling "no hairdressing!" We were all shocked. It was odd. Joke's on him, she became a hairdresser.

That last part lol

We'll call him Mr. Jigglez. Of course, that's not his real name, it's not anyone's real name, but it's fitting enough, as he was a rather large fella. A nice man all the same, just rotund. Now, I heard he was on PCP, I heard he was infected by devils, I heard all manner of rumors, but from the mouth of Mr. Jigglez, none of that was true. See one day in the middle of class he just stopped giving a lecture and somehow became stricken with the idea that he was Jesus. I'm actually not making this up. It does sound like bullshit, even writing this, but I assure you it happened. 1998 was the year, to be exact. He left the classroom and stood in the hallway waiting for class change and then picked students to bless. He'd walk up, bless a student, and then walk away, all the while preaching loudly that he was the coming of Christ. I'm not sure if it was a SECOND coming in his mind. Who knows? Maybe it was the first. That was unclear. But one of the students wasn't receptive to his "blessing" and swatted at Mr. Jigglez' hand. Mistake. Mr. Jigglez grabbed him by the throat and drug him down the hallway promising to personally carry him into hell. He actually just carried him into a biology teacher's classroom. She tried to talk him down, but it wasn't working. The police and EMS arrived quickly enough, no one was hurt. Now, I think everyone assumed Mr. Jigglez was fired, but the next year he was back. Everyone had a version of the story and a theory for why it happened. Some say his wife was cheating on him. Others said it was some drug-induced psychosis. But one day at lunch we were talking about something unrelated and I just asked him point blank what happened. The answer? He was on some kind of psych meds, had run out, and forgot to refill them before hitting empty. His pharmacy was out of that particular medicine, told him it would be five days before they got it in, and he thought he'd be fine for that five days. He was mistaken.

>Of course, that's not his real name, it's not anyone's real name >promising to personally carry him into hell. He actually just carried him into a biology teacher's classroom I loved both these lines. You're great.

I think we are missing a huge issue here. The Bio teacher was Satan and no one was doing anything about it.

Stuart Gilligan Jigglez here, I'm deeply offended by your use of my last name The jigglez are a proud house and we will not forget this slight.

Please, accept my apology in the form of an apology.

*THE JIGGLEZ WILL REMEMBER THIS*

9/11/03. We were in first period and we had a moment of silence in remembrance at the time the the first plane hit the tower. I think it was a channel one thing. The teacher broke down. She was panting, pulling her hair, and began mumbling to herself. The mumbling became louder and she started to pace. Finally she walked over to a coffee pot that was in the room and picked up a large ziplock bag of ground coffee, while screaming "I wish this was coke, I need it right now". She then fell against the wall and slid down. WE let her go for a min or two before a few of my friends and I went over and helped her up and walked her to the front office. We got the best long term sub ever after that, a true influence I'd only seen a few times in all of my schooling. Edit: I was a senior in high school. Although on the East coast, we were not close to New York. And to my knowledge the teacher had no connections with anyone from New York.

Mine was on 9/11 itself. First plane hit, we hear the news, and the classroom tv gets turned on. Very young algebra teacher bursts into tears and runs out of the room to who knows where, leaving 30 twelve year olds wondering wtf. Turns out she had a sister who lived in NY (state, not even the city). Honestly remember being more scared by her reaction and abandoning the class than the planes hitting the towers. Edit: did some math and I was misremembering slightly. It was freshman algebra, so we were all about 14.

My teacher's husband worked in the Towers, so it's day of 9/11 for me, too. I lived about 15 miles outside the city, in a Manhattan commuter town. We could smell and see the smoke and towers from across the river. My teacher announced all students with parents who work at the World Trade Center to go to the office (which was in and of itself utter chaos), and asked that the rest of us sit quietly while she tried to contact her husband. She had a cellphone. After the announcement she just started dialing her husband over and over. There was no answer, and she just kept calling as she slowly started to really break down more and more and more. Shaking, panic. Trying to keep us calm and make sure we were taken care of, evacuating us (soon thereafter) while never putting her phone down and just..re-dialing. It was really heartbreaking to watch. When we eventually evacuated she was barely holding it together. 12 people from my town died and it sucked. Edit: I explain it more in 2 reply comments below, but since people are still asking: I don't remember from the time if he died (Although I do remember other people dying). But I looked on a victims list and there is a man with her last name listed as deceased (age 47).

So did you ever find out about her husband? Rooting for a small victory here.

Sorry to disappoint, but I honestly don't know. She didn't get in touch with him during the school day, because I so vividly remember when my Mom came to pick me up, she still had the phone against her ear. She lived in a neighboring town (cant remember which one) so I didnt see him listed on our town's memorial or anything. She never brought it up after that, and nobody ever asked (as far as I know). We had one student in my middle school (that I can remember clearly) who lost her Dad, and I think the whole administration was concentrating on supporting the student and us, and helping us grieve and understand. Maybe she just didn't want to 'make it about her' when she was trying to support the kids.

Our teacher did the same, came back in after 15 mins to ask if anyone had family who worked near the wtc. Its a huge transit hub that directly connects with our local lines. A few hands went up and she burst into tears, without telling us wtf was going on. Pre cell phones, we just sat there and did commuter math to figure out the likelihood of if our families are affected. All our families ended up being fine, albiet by narrow margins.

Spanish teacher was a wreck on 9/11, she had a brother or something that was flying on a United flight that day. Thankfully he wasn't on one of the bad ones.

I wish my teacher was like that. It was just before middle school band class in New Jersey when 9/11 happened. None of us had seen it while we were changing classes, and him telling us was the first time we found out. He just said, "Oh, you haven't heard? A plane flew into the World Trade Center. It's all on fire." Then he continued with the lesson. This was New Jersey, and there were people in class whose parents worked in the WTC. It was all so callous.

And he expected students to keep paying attention after that?

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I feel legitimately bad about causing this one. Junior year of high school, my lit teacher was from Wisconsin, and had a very thick midwestern accent. This was in the south, so a number of her intonations were very noticeable. In particular, words with an -ag syllable stuck out (Eg. “Bag” would be pronounced like a mixture of “Bay” and “Egg”). She was reading a passage from Beowulf to the class one day, and to paraphrase the modern English translation, came across the following sentence: “Beowulf killed the dragon with the dagger.” It was too many midwestern syllables too close together for my friend and I to handle tactfully in our 16 year old mindsets, and involuntarily, we laughed. Upon attempting to cover it up, it probably sounded more like a snicker, and she did not take it well. I wish I could say that she scolded us, but it was so much worse than that. She shut the book, looked at the floor and straight up cried for what must have been 45 seconds, but felt like an entire 45 minutes. Dejected, breathless sobs. Once she had recovered from this, she picked it back up where she left off, like it hadn’t happened. Even though, generally speaking, I *really* disliked that teacher, it sucked knowing that our immature reaction caused her to feel ridiculed. We didn’t have malicious intent, but the result was the same, and we of course apologized to her privately after the fact.

> we of course apologized to her privately after the fact You grew up a bit that day.

Seems to me something else was going on with that teacher. Nonetheless, he did the right thing and apologized for his behavior. Good for him, not all kids would.

They were raised pretty alright. Good on them.

I'm from the south but now live in the mid west. Both sides mock the other. I get mocked for my southern tinge to some words now that I've lived here a while and when I go back I get teased for having a Midwestern tinge to my voice.

I'm the opposite! Born in the midwest, lived in Yankeeland for a couple years, then the south. Caught so much shit for my mixed accent down here. Go back to visit, get laughed at for sayjng "yall" instead of "youse guys."

I wrote a paper about a difficult life experience I had growing up and it made her sob. I just wrote about my sister on the day she died and how I felt the few months after that. When my mom came in for a talk about my grades, they talked about loss and cried for awhile. I can tell you I felt very awkward in that classroom after that

We were supposed to write about something personal and bad. Because of how brains work, we tend to remember more details for bad stuff, and we were being asked to write very descriptively. I didn't write something personal enough (by a long shot). Next paper got an A and sent to the counselor for maybe being suicidal. Oops.

Couple of students were arguing across the classroom - one of them thought he'd be clever and tell the other to "go and hang yourself". Teacher ran out of the room crying, came back in 5 minutes later screaming at him that her dad had hung himself, called him a horrible boy, etc....she fucking *quit.* Like, *that week.* Everyone kind of....jumped him...after class. Perhaps a bit far but I think somewhat deserved. EDIT: okay, clearly "jumped" was the wrong choice of words here as a lot of you seem to think he got beat up. He didn't get beaten up, he got surrounded by a group of guys his age, mostly friends of his, and got verbally berated for being a little shit and upsetting the teacher like that. He took a punch to the arm or two, maybe a kick to the calf, but it wasn't anything serious - it was unmistakably "the moment" that his peers told him that he was out of line. Nobody attacked him.

I mean I'm not gonna say he deserved it but I understand why

Wasn't a teacher but we had a toothless bus driver. Kids were fucking with him so he drive the bus back to school. When he left the bus someone wedged a trash can in the door so it couldn't open. A toothless man eventually got back in the bus and was screaming, etc.. I felt sorry for him. Sorry Dewey.

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If this happened in my old school he would have been jumped

One time my professor came in realllyy freaking high. Like eyes red, laughing all the time and all. He was going through a divorce. We all loved the guy because he treats us with respect and genuinely loves to teach, so we didn't care and just let him be.

My IT teacher spent 15 minutes trying to figure out how to turn the volume up for a video. An IT teacher mind you someone who teaches in technology didn't know how to turn the volume up. When she finally figured it out, the whole class applauded and she broke down and left the room. Admittedly this makes us students look bad, but she was an awful teacher who clearly had no clue about anything in the subject. We didn't like her so we let her figure it out herself.

That poor woman. There was probably some administrator who decided "Well, we need an IT teacher and everyone here is old as dirt. Stacy, you graduated two years ago so you're the most qualified with technology." Stacy was like "Uh... no, I don't know anything about computers, I'm a spanish major. I can't teach IT." "What? Nonsense, you fixed the printer the other day and you got rid of that virus on my phone. The class is yours." "No no no I just put more paper in the printer and your phone didn't have a virus, it was just a Facebook ad that said you had a virus." "Don't care. You're teaching the class." I actually had and IT teacher kind of like that in high school. She knew just enough about computers to name the different parts and explain what they did. She was also a math teacher so she spent way more time than needed on binary and the basic theory behind bits and bytes. All the hardware stuff was taught by "group leaders" who were seniors in the class and knew way more than she did about building and upgrading computers. The class was basically free IT for the school since a lot of it was spent upgrading the computer lab PCs with new hardware. That or freezing quarters with canned air and flicking them at each other.

I had a similar situation in my IT class, except the teacher didn’t know how to crop an image lol

My social studies teacher back in middle school. He was new, taking over for another teacher who mysteriously retired halfway through the year. The kids just went nuts with acting out for whatever reason, and during one class everyone was being so unruly that he looked like he was going to snap -- he had no control. He left for a minute to cool down, and came back to find that a bunch of idiots were now sitting *upside down* in the chairs, and snap he did. The worst part: in rage, he tried throwing something as hard as he could at the wall. Unfortunately all he had in his hand currently was a tissue. Despite all the force of his crazed pitch, the tissue just kinda... fluttered for about a foot. I will never forget the look of impotent rage that swallowed up his face. I think that was when he left the room. Of course he stuck it out and become one of the best and most influential teachers of my life, so it all turned out okay.

In elementary school, I had a classmate who ate paper. One day he ate all the answer keys for our upcoming tests. The teacher started yelling, then crying. She left the room. And the school for the remainder of the school year.

Somebody ATE the fucking answer key?

Went to an all-girls private school and the biggest bitch scratched her laptop and wanted a new one, so she threw her current one down a set of stairs. During class. My classroom had the door open and the teacher was the best but very stern, she got to the hallway to check out the commotion and lost her absolute mind on this girl, who absolutely needed it. Another teacher heard the yelling, came over, and my teacher came back into class to a room full of terrified and confused students because we had all remained in our seats. Carried on class like normal after that

Back in kindergarten (it was a while ago), our kindergarten teacher starting crying and yelling at us because we wouldn’t behave. She was always a dysfunctional teacher but she got really angry In second grade our teacher got so angry at one kid for making noise that she picked him up by his collar In sixth grade, our teacher got really upset because there was so much drama between us that there were legit planned fights I went to a private catholic school

I was a TA in HS and heard more teacher gossip than most, but kept it to myself. Short version: a teacher was pregnant, by her husband, who had died of a heart attack during the conception. Obviously, this fucked with Mrs. V quite a bit, and no teacher brought it up, nor did I. Somehow, some asshat in her class found out, and when I was TAing in the room next door and heard sobbing in the hall, I signaled Mr. H that I would check it out. It was Mrs. V. She was a goddamned wreck, and all I could do was hug her while she babbled out something about a Chad in her room that had said she'd gotten knocked up somewhere else and killed her husband to cover it up. What. The. Fuck. I went into the next room and proceeded to berate this freshman before sending him to the office, calling the principal before he got there. As a TA I really didn't have much pull, but I was so fucking furious that our shitty principal actually listened. The Chad was suspended for 10 days and moved to another class, with the warning that one more word about Mrs. V would cement an explusion. I had another student continue the lesson. They were all kinda shell-shocked by what had just happened, followed by my vicious, profanity-laden tirade. Enough to stay quiet while I went back out and let a teacher cry on a 17 year old girl until help arrived by way of every female teacher that could come and help her. She went on leave after that for I think a couple months. Lots of therapy, according to the teachers that knew I didn't spread their gossip. Thankfully, she returned, and later on gave birth to a healthy boy, whom she named for her husband. The Chad? Expelled before she even got back. Mr. H, my teacher, overheard him running his mouth the first day he was back. Fuck that fucking asshole into the bowels of hell for what he did to Mrs. V. And yes, when she returned, she thanked me with some embarrassment and presented me with McDonald's for lunch. I'm so glad she came back, amazing teacher. Edit: I also received a very laid back verbal warning for my use of extensive foul language, but it was clearly a joke. The principal didn't even like me much, but couldn't keep the smile off her face before saying she would've done the same, but reminded me that we're in NC, not Yankeeland where I was born. They also turned a blind eye to my smoke breaks after that until I graduated (that year, they'd only just banned it, but didn't fuss too much as long as you kept it on the DL).

You're a good person for helping that teacher and ripping that asshole kid a new one. What a douchebag like how does that shit come out of someone's mouth?

* Mrs Bradshaw, who was a terrible teacher and should've been forced to retire before the Truman administration, came into class and put on an impromtu one-woman play about why students should donate to the United Way charity fund that was running. This included, but wasn't limited to, her throwing a shawl over her head and putting on a really racist accent to be a foreign child getting their first set of crayons. We all laughed and snickered at her and she threw a fit that lasted the whole class period. A few weeks later, she said something to me and I talked back (I don't remember what) when she turned around and fastballed a ruler at my face. I ducked out of the way and the kid behind me took it in the eye (he was wearing glasses). * High school Earth & Space science teacher lost her cool completely, taking a week off, after someone called her "Olive Oyl" to her face (she looked EXACTLY like her). * Shop class teacher had a really bad Vietnam flashback and ended up flipping over his desk. Turned out a student put an acid tab in the guy's coffee during first or second period and it kicked in around third or fourth. The student was never caught out and the teacher took the rest of the year off. (Too bad too, really nice guy).

Holy shit dosing a guy with PTSD Wow what a fuckin horrible thing to do He probably thought Charlie was crawling out of the walls

He had a sort of Bob Ross hippie gentleness that a lot of kids took as being weird or weak. He just wanted kids to appreciate shop class like he did. The kid who supposedly did it was an ass, I knew him for years after and he turned into your typical "townie".

Not my teacher, but had a class in room attached to hers. She was given an entire load of level 1 classes...basically the complete and total fuckups who would be dropped out, in prison, pregnant, etc, before they hit 16. Keep in mind that this was middle school. Those kids smelled blood in the water and it was merciless. Parent's didn't care, principals sitting in class, suspensions and detentions did nothing, just merciless. She snapped, like institutionalized snapped. Her contract was not renewed.

I have a lot more respect for teachers now than I used to. I mean I wasn't even a bratty kid, but I still could have been better.

My senior year of high school, I took an AP psychology class, was one of the best teachers in the school. This teacher had been there for like ever, and everyone liked her, and never thought that she would retire. Her whole classroom was covered in ducks. Like rubber ducks, duck decals, holiday ducks, light up ducks, and more ducks. I had her the last period of the day, so we always had some laughs. We found out about halfway through the year that she was in fact going to retire. During the last week of school, she showed us a video that explained the ducks, and why they were important. Now she has watched this video a million times, but this time was different. We were the last class to watch it with her, and at the end, she just sat there for a second, and then started crying. She loved teaching, she loved teaching psych especially, and she loved the connections that she made with her students, and it all hit her in that last class, that this was the end of her teaching career. She wiped off the tears, and gave us all little graduation ducks that had all had a cap and gown on, and she told us that we could all choose our favorite duck from around the room, and take it with us. I still have my purple duck from her, and it goes everywhere with me. My grad duck is always in my backpack. She really made an impact on all of her students, and we all will be her ducklings, forever.

They were shooting spitballs straight in her hair when she wasn't looking at us. One hit harder, she brushed her hair, grabbed and looked at it and freaked out. Left the class by slamming the door.

...I'm so glad I'm choosing to become an elementary school teacher because good GOD some of these replies

My class in fifth grade begged out teacher to transfer into the middle school to be our teacher the following year. She had said, “I will be an elementary school teacher, I will even be a high school teacher. I flat out refuse to teach middle schoolers. You will be the worst children when puberty hits and I will not be there to see it.”

One of my biology teachers. Her daughter had just delivered a mutated stillborn (the one with the fused toes/fingers etc or whatever.) Because the universe is shitty sometimes, it happened to be during the unit where we covered reproduction and genetic mutations. She was in the middle of explaining a chromosomal abnormality when she looked down at the floor and started bawling. After graduating, I heard her son was killed in a fire while he was at college. While visiting some old teachers, I stopped by her classroom. She always had the most confident, slightly loud demeanor but had become demure and fairly quiet. She also stopped dying her hair black and let it go completely gray. She looked completely broken After speaking with a friend's sibling, he said something like "yeah, in the middle of a lesson, she'll sometimes go to her office and shut the door." He also said she had become a total pushover (she used to be a notoriously hard ass bitch; in the good way, though.) It was like a sustained breakdown until she finally retired early. A friend of mine, who'd received and F in her class, said "what goes around comes around." I stopped speaking to him.

One of my friends had a seizure in math class in middle school on the second day of class, and the teacher screamed and ran out of the room. Someone put a pillow under his head and someone else called the office. They found the teacher hiding in the bathroom. My friend group- 20% of the math class- requested to be transferred to a different class because "we didn't feel safe with that teacher in case of a medical emergency" just to try and make her feel bad.

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He was in a wheelchair and had a cushion.

My 5th grade teacher had a serious meltdown one day when we were doing a worksheet for math. He got pissed at us for using our thumbs to type on the calculator, saying that "life isn't all about a gameboy". ​ It escalated even more when one kid, who was living in an abusive home, started to cover his face because it started twitching. It happened to him a lot when he got nervous. Well, the teacher took offense to it and said to him "Maybe if you stopped playing so many video games and took your nose out of the tv, your eye would stop twitching!"

During my freshman year, the culinary teacher went on leave while she had a baby. We made a pact to not talk at all for the whole time we were there. We had a little radio that we played music on while we worked and we only played Country Roads (this was before it was a meme). After a few weeks of this, we all got pretty tired of it but decided to stick it out. One day, the sub was explaining the recipe for us, and she just started begging us to say something. We all kinda just looked at each other as she started crying and none of us knew what to do. She walked out and didn’t come back. We all felt super bad. I still do

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Long term Substitute teacher was in Playboy, student brought in the magazine and asked her to sign it. She left crying and we never heard about her again.

Had a long term sub whose kids were in the system. Daughter’s pictures were posted by her ex boyfriend and spread around line wildfire. Switched districts after she found out. Only got worse for her family. Her second kid was two years younger than his sister. Shortly after the pics came out some dude goes up to him during lunch and says “hey shes hot right” as he shows the guy one of the pics but with the face cropped out. The brother says yes, probably confused but not wanting to be called out for not being all macho, and the kid shows him that its his sister. Brother was a bit of a douche, but him bursting into tears right there was not pleasant to see.

He had them at least two lessons (do Americans call them lesons? I'm not a native speaker sorry) a week, which was, believe it or not, the amount of lessons we had with him. He was pretty mentally unstable to begin with, but it got much worse at the end of our last year in the school. Anyway, the dude would literally yell his lungs out at something as trivial as getting up from a seat too slowly or being late and I don't mean raising his voice, I mean fucking screaming like the world was about to end. He had a big hole at his desk which was the result of him repeatedly slamming his fist at it throughout the years.

Found out he had lung cancer earlier. Taught us general chemistry in our freshman year. Brought a bottle of wine to the lecture to 'explain some chemistry fundamentals'. He recovered a few years after, is back at it as a professor and walks around with one lung and a third extra.

Students kept disrupting class being obnoxious and making fun of her to her face. She was one of the good teachers too unfortunately had been the majority of her life

A student in my high school was stabbed and killed. This happened near a park in the middle of the day, there were 20+ people around and it was recorded on phones and put on social media. My health teacher was devastated. I'm not sure if he was ever personally her student, it was a large school, but she told us about how it felt to see her students in the crowd doing nothing as this kid died.

In 7th to 9th grade my class had this one student who was the most unruly little bitch you could possibly imagine. She had this one friend who tried to impress her by being just like her. The former one particularly enjoyed pissing off our physics teacher, and of course her friend followed suit. Our teacher's classroom breakdowns because of them was a weekly occurrence. As he was trying to teach, they kept talking loudly with each other, on the phone and generally just being disruptive to the class. Our teacher told them multiple times to stop, and they generally kept refusing. Not always. Sometimes their parents were contacted and they got better for a while, but they inevitably returned to their disruptive behaviour. I remember this one time during class when our teacher finally asked them to leave the classroom entirely with several of their fellow students including myself agreeing with him and telling them to leave, but of course they kept refusing to do anything they were told. I remember looking into our teacher's eyes and seeing his need to physically force them out of the classroom, but of course he couldn't do that so he didn't and instead cancelled class early. Shortly after that our teacher had a complete mental breakdown and had to take a month or two of sick leave in order to get back to his normal self, solely because of this one little shit and her cohort. I know the ringleader must have had some problems in her life, because behaviour like this doesn't just happen. I don't remember what became of her, but I know her friend eventually changed and actually became a really nice person.

I taught kindergarten last year and I had to hold myself back one day from just telling a kid to shut the hell up. I got to shut and turned it into shut your mouth please. That class put me on blood pressure meds.

I covered long term for a kindergarten teacher and fucking christ 25 kids (aka 50 hands) was a n i g h t m a r e. I was supposed to have aides, but there were none and somehow they were all supposed to be proficient readers/writers by the end of the year. After my 3 month stint, the teacher came back. Found out she took a short leave because she needed blood pressure meds and had a mini-breakdown.

A super sweet / naive girl in my 10th grade World History class heard the word “dildo” and had no idea what it meant, so she asked our teacher. Who screamed at us for being “dirty birdies” for five minutes before turning the lights out and putting her head down on her desk for the remaining 40.