teachers and classmates you hated when you were in school

[blackdragon6]

so who were they?,i was just wondering considering schools back in in some areas.

[Copper]

Oh, does THIS bring back memories.

This isn't about anyone in particular, but it marked how my school year began for years up until I could legally change my name.

I went to Catholic school from Nursery School to eighth grade. And every year, the procedure was the same: we come in at 8:30 am, dressed in blue school uniforms. At around 8:40 we'd say the pledge of alleigance, and the morning prayers. After that, the teacher would pick up the rollbook and we'd go around the class alphabetically, introducing ourselves to the class. (Although considering the class was made up of the same students, barring some new ones, I failed to see why this was neccessary.)

Anyway, we'd go through the last names...A..B..C...until inveitably we'd get to the M's. Oh please, let this be a teacher who can read...
My hopes would begin dwindling as I watched her stumble over my name in the rollbook. Oh Christ, not again...

Then it came: "M-Michelle Mohr-gar-ra?"
Thanks Mom. Why didn't you just name me Shirley and be done with it?
The reason for this is for some strange reason my parents decided that using the italian form of Michael (Michele--prounounced Mee-keh-leh) was a good idea in an english speaking school. That it would lend itself to the rather obvious mispronunciation never even entered their minds.

So now, amid the collective titters of the 20-odd students of my class, I spent the next 15 minutes instructing my teacher on the proper enunciation of my first and last name, at one point even having the instructor sound it out phonetically. Needless to say, this didn't bode well for the rest of the year, and the fact that the same students were in my class for 9 years straight, they always made an admirable effort so that I'd never forget the times the teachers called me "Michelle".

:D

[blackdragon6]

i had little to no enemys in high school,but middle school i hated almost EVERYBODY,especialy this teacher name miss jones,who would always fraternize with the kids who always bothered me and other students,though my favorite english teacher didn't like her either so she was my allie at times.

[MacQuarrie]

Nope. That way lies madness.

[Grant]

I pretty much forgotten about the classmates I hated. They are stuck in shitsville Michigan working minimum wage jobs and married with kids.

However Mr. Evans my fifth grade teacher is a total douchebag.

[elheffe]

I pretty much forgotten about the classmates I hated. They are stuck in shitsville Michigan working minimum wage jobs and married with kids.

However Mr. Evans my fifth grade teacher is a total douchebag.
My reply is exactly like Grant's, just replace 'shitsville Michigan' with 'shitsville Colorado.'

[howyadoin]

High school was a long time ago. I've transcended it.

[Michael P]

Nope. That way lies madness.
What Jim said. I could give you some names, but it's all people I haven't seen in nine years.

[bushboy]

This should be easy, EVERYBODY. And I plan to carry on with this when I start highschool next week.

[borateen]

I disliked and was disliked by many people in grade/middle/high school, but that's all past. We're coming up on our 10-year reunion, and while I could care less about the school I graduated from (where I actually didn't know many people other than my close circle of friends, some of whom I still see regularly), I'm looking forward to going to the reunion (if I can get in touch with whoever is organizing it) of the school I moved away from after sophomore year. There were a lot of jerks there, but now I'm extremely curious to see how everyone ended up.

[blackdragon6]

well in certain parts of my city i run in to most of them quite frequently,not face to face but i still see them.its practicly hard for me to aviod them.i have also ranned into my most reviled teachers.

[BlairH]

The Martin Gemmell of my sig is a reference to one of my former classmates.

Basically he was the "runt" of the litter, he spoke in an incredibly squeeky voice. He would often go on increasingly silly and contraversial rants that earned him much flaming. In my Business Management class he eventually got sick of the flaming and said "That's it! I'm going intgo my bag to find something to throw at you all". Ten minutes later he's still struggling with the zips on his bag, and he finally surrenders and says "I'll find something later".

He threatened to "make our lives a living hell".

He often threatened to "snap my neck" (a laughable proposition)

One of my friends -Gordon- was taunting him, and then Martin started throwing pathetic little non-connecting punches at Gordon's face and kept saying "ahhhh yer' not laughing now!" At this stage Gordon was in a heap on the floor laughing.

He left just before the end of sixth year (the last year of school) because he had got an apprentice joiner's apprentice position. We all joked about how he'd show up at Prom with akimbo Uzis and splatter our brains all over the place.

At a party once, when one of my friends was coming out to another one of my friends (behind closed doors natch) I was to "provide cover" and ensure that nobody could gain entrance to the room. Sure enough Martin Gemmell comes up and he's REALLY curious as to what's going on. I say "sorry Martin, I can't let you in." So he says in his squeeky voice "Step aside pardner! I know Kung Fu!" At this point me and another one of my friends nod at each other, lift Martin up and "deposit" him in the bathroom and close the door.

At said party, somebody broke a wooden deckchair by accident and he said "step aside pardner! I'm an apprentice joiner!"

Oh! The photocopier referance? Me and one of my bestest pals -Amy- were revising for an exam once and there was this really bugging photocopier in operation. It made a really squeeky noise similar to Martin's voice, so Amy claimed that Martin was indeed hiding in the photocopier.

Just thinking about him now: Man it's hard to believe that such a character actually exists!

[Dom]

I refuse to dwell on the past.

And I seek comfort in knowing I have been waited on by at least 6 former class tormentors in the last year or so, therefore there is justice.

[Convoy]

Any of your teachers have a TP (teacher's pet)? I hated those. I had one and always looked at the TP. She thought the rest of us were complete idiots. Anytime a question was answered incorrectly, she sould look at the TP and something along the lines of "Am I doing something wrong?" or "help me". Idiot.

[Super Hero Guy]

The Martin Gemmell of my sig is a reference to one of my former classmates.

Basically he was the "runt" of the litter, he spoke in an incredibly squeeky voice. He would often go on increasingly silly and contraversial rants that earned him much flaming. In my Business Management class he eventually got sick of the flaming and said "That's it! I'm going intgo my bag to find something to throw at you all". Ten minutes later he's still struggling with the zips on his bag, and he finally surrenders and says "I'll find something later".

He threatened to "make our lives a living hell".

He often threatened to "snap my neck" (a laughable proposition)

One of my friends -Gordon- was taunting him, and then Martin started throwing pathetic little non-connecting punches at Gordon's face and kept saying "ahhhh yer' not laughing now!" At this stage Gordon was in a heap on the floor laughing.

He left just before the end of sixth year (the last year of school) because he had got an apprentice joiner's apprentice position. We all joked about how he'd show up at Prom with akimbo Uzis and splatter our brains all over the place.

At a party once, when one of my friends was coming out to another one of my friends (behind closed doors natch) I was to "provide cover" and ensure that nobody could gain entrance to the room. Sure enough Martin Gemmell comes up and he's REALLY curious as to what's going on. I say "sorry Martin, I can't let you in." So he says in his squeeky voice "Step aside pardner! I know Kung Fu!" At this point me and another one of my friends nod at each other, lift Martin up and "deposit" him in the bathroom and close the door.

At said party, somebody broke a wooden deckchair by accident and he said "step aside pardner! I'm an apprentice joiner!"

Oh! The photocopier referance? Me and one of my bestest pals -Amy- were revising for an exam once and there was this really bugging photocopier in operation. It made a really squeeky noise similar to Martin's voice, so Amy claimed that Martin was indeed hiding in the photocopier.

Just thinking about him now: Man it's hard to believe that such a character actually exists!

You sound like a cruel bastard indeed. Asshole.

[BlairH]

You sound like a cruel bastard indeed. Asshole.

How so? We never bullied him or anything.

[Slam_Bradley]

I can't think of anyone in school that I really hated. Apparently there were people who hated me, but ah well.

I have prosecuted a number of people I went to school with in the last three years. I have to think they weren't very happy with that, either.

[Ray R.]

You sound like a cruel bastard indeed. Asshole.

I was thinking the same thing myself. This poor "runt of the litter" gets physically abused, mocked and humiliated on a regular basis because he's smaller and has a squeaky voice. And then there's wonder whether he might go "Columbine" or not.

I don't want to call you out, Blair, but you really, really come off like a bully to this poor guy.

[BlairH]

I was thinking the same thing myself. This poor "runt of the litter" gets physically abused, mocked and humiliated on a regular basis because he's smaller and has a squeaky voice. And then there's wonder whether he might go "Columbine" or not.

I don't want to call you out, Blair, but you really, really come off like a bully to this poor guy.

Yikes i never thought I'd be called a bully. I probably explained it wrong, but in high school I never really done anything to him. However he was very...ranty and everybody shot him down for that.

After school (at the party in particular) there was no way in hell that I was gonna let him hear Chris come out. I was "posted" at the door for a reason and he wasn't moving so I picked him up and threw him in the bathroom.

No. Not a bully. I actually stuck up for him a few times when folk criticised him, but then he turned on me as well as the others. It's kinda hard to explain exactly WHAT happened, but no I'm not a bully.

[Ray R.]

I can't think of anyone in school that I really hated. Apparently there were people who hated me, but ah well.

I have prosecuted a number of people I went to school with in the last three years. I have to think they weren't very happy with that, either.

That must be interesting..... I'd probably wear Kevlar to the reunion....

Personally, I didn't hate anyone in high school, but I didn't particularly like anyone either. I was just waiting for my chance to get out of my crappy little factory town, and move on to real life, because the only future I had there was sitting at the local VFW lodge drinking beer and trying to brag about high school football.

I also spent my junior year in Japan, so any connection I had left was blown out of the water (along with my conceptions about being an American) at living in so completely a different culture.

I think I was resented for it, as I played the outsider role to the hilt anyway, and probably came off more arrogant and aloof than I should have (getting resentment the old-fashioned way - by earning it).

High school was good for three things: 1.) learning how to drink and get high; 2.) learning how to have sex; and 3.) learning how to hate my parents and anybody else in a position of authority. Anything else was a fringe benefit.

[Ray R.]

Yikes i never thought I'd be called a bully. I probably explained it wrong, but in high school I never really done anything to him. However he was very...ranty and everybody shot him down for that.

After school (at the party in particular) there was no way in hell that I was gonna let him hear Chris come out. I was "posted" at the door for a reason and he wasn't moving so I picked him up and threw him in the bathroom.

No. Not a bully. I actually stuck up for him a few times when folk criticised him, but then he turned on me as well as the others. It's kinda hard to explain exactly WHAT happened, but no I'm not a bully.

That's cool. Without your explanation, it just seemed quite one-sided, antagonistic and unnecessarily brutal.

Not trying to character assassinate here, just letting you know how it came off on first read.

[Slam_Bradley]

No. Not a bully. I actually stuck up for him a few times when folk criticised him, but then he turned on me as well as the others. It's kinda hard to explain exactly WHAT happened, but no I'm not a bully.


Yeah, sure. That's what all the bullies say.



No, really. I caught what you were saying about the guy being a lil jerk. Sounded to me like he brought a lot of abuse on himself.

[Dreadstar]

I had good school memories. Yeah I got into fights, and yeah there were a few guys that were oil to my water, but honestly? I just can't remember much by way of exact personal hatred.

There were a few bullies, Dave S., for example. Big dumb and mean. Had his usual hangers-on, like Larry A. Who was short runtish and weaselly. Larry'd sit behind you in class and flick your ears and Dave would look threateningly at you if you turned on him. He also had a penchant for the old 'knock your books out of your hands in the hallway' gag.

He did it to me once and I went for him and he turned and guess what? Dave wasn't there. Chased the little weasel for 2 floors then beat the hell out of him right in front of a teacher. Detention *and* a likely parking lot date with Dave later. Except that before "later" arrived, Dave ended up going for a stint in juvie. Larry had to find a new sugar-daddy.

Then there was Mrs. Dodson. Art teacher, and head advisor of the National Honor Society. I took art and also ceramics as electives in my Freshman and Sophomore years, and at the end of the soph (the exact last day of school), she asked me if I signed up for advanced art next year.

"I wouldn't take another one of your classes to save my mother's life."

Guess who never made Honor Society?

[Slam_Bradley]

That must be interesting..... I'd probably wear Kevlar to the reunion....



I actually had a great time in high school. Had friends that really stratified all walks of the high school cliche. Jocks, cowboys, nerds, partiers.

I never in a million years thought I'd end up back here. But the job in private practice seemed by far the most attractive thing I was offered coming out of law school. It didn't turn out that way, but what the hey.

I put a guy that I was in cub scouts with in prison a few weeks back. That was a trip, though.

[SteelTownr]

I don't hate anyone from school, but I do have a story.

When I was in 7th grade I took mechanical drawing. The teacher told us at the beginning of the quarter that the best way to get an "A" was to be a Steeler Fan and to laugh at his jokes.

One day he was demonstrating something at his desk to us and he told one of his jokes. I laughed at it and he asked me if I thought that he was funny. I said "Yeah, sure" and he exploded on me. Grabbed ahold of me, threw me out in the hall and hollered and screamed that he would write my smart ass up for insubordination.

I was pretty shocked because nothing that I did warranted that type of reaction from him. I told my Mother about it after school and she said "Mark, whatever you do, do not tell your Father about this."

I agreed that that was a pretty good idea because my Dad would have killed him, literally, no joke.

I have often wished that I could run into this guy again and tell him what a piece of shit he is and how close he came to no longer being with us.

Mark B.

[Ray R.]

Guess who never made Honor Society?

I was Valedictorian and didn't make National Honor Society. Still trying to do the math in my head on that one.

Maybe because I laughed at the English teacher who headed the program who told me to stop using "big words in class" and showing the other students up. Not the smartest tool in the shed, but I guess acting condescending to a teacher wasn't the best PR move on my part either.

BFD. That and $3.00 will buy you a gallon of gas.

[Ray R.]

I don't hate anyone from school, but I do have a story.

When I was in 7th grade I took mechanical drawing. The teacher told us at the beginning of the quarter that the best way to get an "A" was to be a Steeler Fan and to laugh at his jokes.

One day he was demonstrating something at his desk to us and he told one of his jokes. I laughed at it and he asked me if I thought that he was funny. I said "Yeah, sure" and he exploded on me. Grabbed ahold of me, threw me out in the hall and hollered and screamed that he would write my smart ass up for insubordination.

I was pretty shocked because nothing that I did warranted that type of reaction from him. I told my Mother about it after school and she said "Mark, whatever you do, do not tell your Father about this."

I agreed that that was a pretty good idea because my Dad would have killed him, literally, no joke.

I have often wished that I could run into this guy again and tell him what a piece of shit he is and how close he came to no longer being with us.

Mark B.

What a dick. Bullying up on a seventh grader.

My principal for grammar school (5th - 8th grades) used to use a yardstick repeatedly across the back of our legs as corporal punishment for any indiscretion, the number of whacks corresponded to the severity of the offense.

I guess an argument can be made for corporal punishment on a different thread, and maybe some kids need it, but my mom didn't think so.

After one pretty nasty yardstick session on my brother, my mother walked into the principal's office and told him that if he ever touched me or my brother ever again, she would sue him, sue the school system, and would write letters to newspapers, school board members, and anyone else with a valid address until her fingers bled.

Masochistic bastard. Takes a real man to rough up 10 year olds.

[Super Hero Guy]

Hmm, I hated a lot of my teachers, if only that they were idiots. One would regularly say, "conversating" like it was a real word, another tried to tell us that Queen Elizabeth II had recently turned 100 years old, her mother was Queen Victoria and her grandmother Elizabeth I, and that they too lived to be around 100.

[Jared_Humpherys]

My high-school theatre teacher.

Threw a wirebasket full of papers at me because he couldn't find an assignment I'd turned in a day early. Left a bitch of a bruise.

I also ended up getting a concussion in his class, but that's a different story.

As far as students go: 90% of the people in my grade level I loathed. Those above or below me in level, however, I tended to get along great with.

[Dr. Hfuhruhurr]

When I was 11 years old, my family moved from my hometown to a suburb outside of Milwaukee. For some reason, in my new school, I became the object of scorn for the "cool" kids. I was a tall, lanky, stringbean in those days and pretty much a nerd, i.e. I read a lot and got straight As in school. I tried playing sports, but I had grown so tall, so quickly that I had absolutely no coordination. So, there was plenty to pick on. Thankfully, we moved near the end of the school year and I managed to get through relatively unscathed.

That summer, another new kid moved a couple doors down from me and he and I became fast friends.

That is, until school started again, and Wayne discovered that the "cool" kids didn't much care for me. In a little over a week, Wayne decided that it would be better to hang out with the cool kids rather than me and our friendship was over. It was a pretty lonely time.

A couple months into the school year, I got into a fight with John H. on the playground. I had no particular beef with John and, to this day, I can't remember what we were fighting about. In any event, a big group (about 10 other boys, including my one-time friend, Wayne) of boys gathered around while John and I squared off. Then, the other boys proceeded to hit me from behind and, eventually, jumped me and beat the ever-loving sh*t out of me.

The bell rang and I picked myself up off the ground and went inside. My teacher, Mr. P., took one look at me and basically carried me to the Principal's Office. After the school nurse doctored me up and gave me an icepack for my head, the Principal and Mr. P. started questioning me as to what happened. At first, I didn't want to rat on anyone, but I eventually broke down and told them everything and named names. The other boys, naturally, got in trouble and blamed me for it.

It was a long year after that.

The good news is that the next year, we went to Junior High and I met new friends and, although I still had to deal with those a-holes on occasion, it wasn't nearly as bad.

The better news was that my family moved again the next year to a different suburb and life got much, much better.

The best news was that I eventually grew even taller and filled out. I went from being 6'0" and maybe 150 lbs at age 12 to 6'7" and 250 lbs at age 17. I played football and basketball and met up with some of those guys when we were in rival high schools. Needless to say, there was a little something extra in my performance in those games. Knocked a guy out in football, broke a guy's nose in basketball. Hey, these things happen.

Later on, I was a bouncer in a bar in college and, while checking IDs, ran into a couple of those guys that had picked on me in grade school. I asked Dave M. if he remembered me. He said he didn't. I laughed and said that I was the kid that he and his buddies beat up in 6th grade. Dude turned white. I told him to relax and have a good time. As he walked away, I yelled, "David!" Guy froze like a shot. "By the way," I said, "don't fuck around tonight, get me?" He just nodded and went to the bar.

Ah, good times.

[Tish-the-Scorpion]

oh man.............i was the kid with a smart ass mouth witty sarcastic mouth,as a result the treachers kept throwing me out the class.i would make fun of the populer kids thus making me popular to CERATIN kids,so their was this polorization of cool cliqs.but my cliqu was like the defenders of the defensless.......sorta.this was all doing high school.i later met up with some of these kids later when i was like 21 in a a movie theater.we ended up getting into a fight and got thrown out of the theatere.i was pissed cause a cop roughed me up,a male cop no less.i was like damn nigga thats assault!!.he was like did you just call me nigga white girl?.i was like white girl?!..........................................bi tch i'm black nigga XD

[Headhunter]

I remember them, very well.

I feel a tremendous physical and mental swell of relief when I realize that most of them will suffer for the rest of their lives, too incapacitated between a suffocating cloud of stupidity and the resulting physical punishment in working harsh jobs.

Can you tell I can't WAIT for my high school reunion?

[Devon C.]

Guy named Wiley. He looked so much like me, but we were so different, that everyone claimed he was my evil clone.