I don’t even know why she did this, maybe she really did misinterpret or maybe she made this up for whatever reason. I have dealt with some really interesting teachers in middle school and in sophomore year.
This teacher either left or got fired, but the bell rang. I (skipped kindergarten, was 14 years old) was talking about watching a movie with my friend.
All of a sudden, the teacher told me to come see her before we walked to the buses.
She said she heard me say that I was going to “talk to my 19-year-old boyfriend Russell” and that she was worried about me.
She then said she looked through my phone, as I left my backpack in the special education room, and she said she saw a contact named “Russell” (I do not have a contact named that).
She then called my parents and my aunt and uncle found out because my dad told them.
My aunt never really liked me, but she wouldn’t stop talking about how the teacher never lies and that I probably do have a 19-year-old boyfriend.
I never spoke to any 19-year-olds named Russell, or any 19-year-olds at that, or any Russells, let alone date any.
My second grade teacher told me that negative numbers don’t exist.
She was trying to communicate that you can’t have a negative quantity of something (pencils in this case) but I had just learned about negative numbers in my own time and her words indicated that the concept wasn’t real, even if that wasn’t her intent. At the time, I found the exchange very upsetting.
When I was a kid : no, nothing that I remembered
However I’ve worked in school, working with kid at diner time, etc. One day my « manager » come see me and say « hey, tribble, it’s seems that you don’t clean behind yourself when you use a room » (which wasn’t true but turn out that a teacher was angry at me because I’ve cut some paper at his chair). Fine I’ll be careful, etc, etc. Months later a teacher confiscated a toy to one of my group’s kid and locked it in his desk (the toy was one of mine and come from my budget), the teacher acted outside of his hours. I go asked the toy back, not to give it to the kid but to put it back where it go, teacher say « I’ll do it when I’m finished » ok no problem, bye good night.
Weeks later my manager ask me to see her in her office « Tribbles we have complaint about you … yada yada yada »
There’s 3 or 4 pages of complaints on me, first time I heard most of them but there’s the paper one blow out of proportion at the point that’s is laughable and the toy’s story where the professor alleged that I nearly menaced her. That was so unbelievable, they were so enfantine about it.
The toy was a finger skate 🛹
Some teachers want to make students’ lives better. A few teach because they failed at something. Without knowing a thing about you and assuming your story is fact, it’s possible your teacher is jealous of you and invented some slights to hold against you and it went too far.
I once embarrassed a computer teacher and he made up lies about me. Nothing sexual though. I did have to deal with him on his terms. It wasn’t fair but being a kid usually isn’t. I won though. I graduated, I moved on.
Sorry to hear that, that’s messed up.
My worst doesn’t come close. We were being chatty in class as usual and our teacher made us do 20 minutes of silent time. Kid next to me whispered something indistinct in my ear and I asked “What?”. Teacher noticed and gave me afterschool detention, where I proceeded to cry until mom picked me up since I was afraid I’d ruined my “permanent record” over the matter. I tried to explain at first, but the teacher said she didn’t hear the other student, who got off scot-free.
Mom believed me though and treated me to ice cream that afternoon.
Wow, that’s whack. Have you ever considered trying to track down that teacher and ask her what the fuck?
Worst that happened to me was I was chewing on the inside of my cheek and my teacher thought it was gum, and made me spit nothing into the trash can
This was… mmm, 3-ish years ago as I now have graduated high school. I know, it was terrible :,)
Teachers something like that a lot to me and my sibling, because we were from the „poor divorced family“. It started when they would accuse my single parent of sexually abusing us, like even stopping us in our freetime and getting us to „confess“
Like accusing us preteens of running a extensive secret harassment campaign, which turned into a witch hunt, where even parents of other kids tried to run us over with a car once and students sexual harassing my sibling.
