Teachers driven to nervous breakdowns and the like

[Plugger35]

English teacher lost hearing in one ear and with it her ability to discern the direction a noise was coming from. My classmate put a high-pitched noise making device in the room with a remote trigger. The remote trigger was passed from each attending class to the next one via a locker next to her room or by hand as they left the room. The member of the class acting as the trigger man would trigger the device several times in their lesson and move it to a new location if they got the chance before offloading it to the next student.

This went on several to hundreds of times a lesson, every lesson, for months. By the end she broke down crying while screaming for it to end and starting tearing the room apart trying to find it. After that lesson I never saw her again.

Was some hardcore brutal shit.

That is brutal.

Kids are great at exploiting any weaknesses in teachers.

What about the other way round? I know for a fact a monster of a Maths teacher made my brother cry in class once.

She was a right cow, glad I never had her.

We got some fearsome rants from teachers, supervisors, headmasters etc which put the fear of god in us but I can't remember any of them making us cry.

Happily reminiscing about young women have mental breakdowns?

What the **** is wrong with certain people in this thread?

No one is saying they are proud of it now but this was the stuff most guys did when they were immature brats in school, I guess you had the maturity and wisdom of an adult when you were 13 or 14?

 

[Gough]

We got some fearsome rants from teachers, supervisors, headmasters etc which put the fear of god in us but I can't remember any of them making us cry.

John Inverarity when he's got the shits with you is pretty imposing for a young lad.

 

[Smiling Buddha]

No one is saying they are proud of it now but this was the stuff most guys did when they were immature brats in school, I guess you had the maturity and wisdom of an adult when you were 13 or 14?

Nope. But I do now. So I take no pride in the dumb shit I got up to in school, especially any grief I gave young women making their way in fledgling careers.

 

[JD11]

Nope. But I do now. So I take no pride in the dumb shit I got up to in school, especially any grief I gave young women making their way in fledgling careers.

I don't think there's a lot of pride being taken in the stories. But does that mean you can't look back and laugh?

 

[Smiling Buddha]

Yeah you can look back and laugh at misery you personally caused young women.

While you are at it, why don't you see if you can find them on facebook and see if their lives have only gotten worse since your efforts back in the day.

Wouldn't that be hilarious.

 

[Plugger35]

John Inverarity when he's got the shits with you is pretty imposing for a young lad.

I could imagine he wouldn't put up with any shit, he's got that stern headmaster look about him. Our high school headmaster was nicknamed Yoda because he was a little old balding bloke with hunched shoulders and pointy ears, he was a lovely old bloke most of the time but if you got on the wrong side of him or got sent to his office for causing trouble he would tear strips off you.

Nope. But I do now. So I take no pride in the dumb shit I got up to in school, especially any grief I gave young women making their way in fledgling careers.

Well maybe you should keep out of this thread then instead of lecturing us lesser mortals with your usual high and mighty bullshit.

 

[JD11]

Yeah you can look back and laugh at misery you personally caused young women.

While you are at it, why don't you see if you can find them on facebook and see if their lives have only gotten worse since your efforts back in the day.

Wouldn't that be hilarious.

Don't be such a drama queen.

I'm sure anybody who voluntarily takes a job as a High School teacher is expecting a few smart asses to say dumb stuff.

Weren't you just complaining about the OTT reaction to BT calling a guy a ****ter? Well, I dare say that word has caused it's fair share of 'misery'.

 

[Smiling Buddha]

Yeah I guess it is 'high and mighty' to question the merit of laughing at young adults workplaces being intentionally ruined.

Weren't you just complaining about the OTT reaction to BT calling a guy a ****ter? Well, I dare say that word has caused it's fair share of 'misery'.

Who was BT trying to upset? Whose livelihoods was he hoping to make miserable?

Who had a 'nervous breakdown' due to BT's comments?

 

[LicoriceAllsorts]

This is a bit different, sort of a swapping of roles, but it was quite annoying. In year 11 Physics we had an Indian guy, he was actually a decent bloke, had a laugh here and there, but the thing that pissed me off is that he expected more from he students than himself. Literally every class he was at the very least 5 mins late, he even sometimes missed class completely, and there didn't seem to be any specific reason as I remember seeing him in the canteen area talking to another teacher while I was on the way out from his class (he didn't show up so I just left after 15 mins). Now this was fun for us, but when he was in class, he demanded that we were silent and concentrating 100%, because I was more matured by this stage I wasn't trying to **** his life up, all I did was just talk to my mates at the back of the room etc. But the annoying thing was how he could not give a damn but expected us to be perfect.

This story is like when you're really pissed and something amazing happens and everyone else was too drunk to remember, but you know it happened.

The sun was out, the siren had gone. It was term four and the year was close to over. Everyone was happy, optimism was in abounds, and everything seemed to be happening lately – fights, hook ups, stories, all sorts. Anyway, me and my best mate and other good form friend at the time are lagging behind a bit, knowing we can rock up ten minutes late and have no issue, so we're talking to some other people, gossiping, and we see this circle bubbling away.

Of course, if you've spent time in any school, you'll know circle means crowd. And crowd means fight. Naturally, being about 14, we walk faster to go over...

From the big dumb yellow Fox cap of this one guy, to the red, yellow, and blue quartered Chicken Treat polo of the other, we knew these guys. One had dropped out to work full time at Chicken Treat and the other was so dumb, even dropping out to work at Chicken Treat was a move too smart for him to make. They had history, it's kicking off, it's boiled over, and it's all happening. They're jumping punching, they're proper punching, and the crowd is roaring.

Me and my mates are in stitches. There's not much more exciting and funnier than a high school punch up. And maybe it was the adrenaline or maybe it was a head tilt, or maybe it was because I could always find the unfancied option in my footy and soccer days, but in my peripheral I see this teacher. He's just jumped out of the demountable classrooms. Like this is a five, six metre drop from window to grass. And he's done it like James Bond – one arm on the awning, sideways swinging his leg out and army rolling onto the ground. It was amazing. This old ex-pat pom English teacher, in his Tottenham Hotspur polo and 65-years, is jumping out of a window.

Not only that, but he runs down towards this fight. And he's running, pens flying out of his polo pocket, full on towards this fight. The circle split or he just ran through it like Nat Fyfe, I can't remember, but within six seconds he'd gone from window to the inner sanctum. And in another six seconds he had one of these punks in each fist – holding them at bay by the collar, each kid swinging at him. This teacher cracks it, goes mental, and knocks them almost together and in the deftest one-two I've ever seen, gives them each some chin-music – one, two, bam, they're both just shocked and these kids have stopped fighting.

Sir had not only broken up a punch up, but gotten into one too.

He just cracked. He saw his chance. No one around. He must've thought it was the Brixton Riots. But he just cracked.

We ran to class and told everyone, like when you all spill a story over the top of each other and even the weird kids are asking "okay so who was in the fight?" as the class gathers around, teacher redundant but probably also hearing. No one ever believed us, but this teacher cracked and in the coolest way possible.

Had a guy like this for Maths in about year 8-9, had been in the army prior to becoming a teacher, a really great guy, took no shit, etc. But he was funny as ****. One day a huge group of kids gather on the oval, about 60+, we go to see what is going on, and there is two chicks arguing, chick 1's (decent looking) mate (chick 3, not that good but had a nice ass) jumps in to defend against Chick 2 (hot). So all of a sudden chick 2 and 3 are fighting on the oval with a huge crowd around, scratching, hitting, kicking, spitting, hair pulling, BIGHTING (by chick 3). Anyway, chick 3 was in my class and come Maths we had this bloke teaching us, he's calling out the roll...

"Jo"
"Here"
"Blo"
"Here"
"John"
etc.
then he comes to Chick 3
"Mike"
"What?"
"Mike"
"My name not Mike it's Chick 3"
"Oh sorry, Mike as in Mike Tyson, didn't you bight Chick 2 the other day"?

Class is in stitches

 

[ioppolo]

We broke our year 10 maths teacher, well 80% of the class would've contributed in doing so. She walked out one day never to return. She popped up again a week later.

 

[JD11]

Who was BT trying to upset? Whose livelihoods was he hoping to make miserable?

Who had a 'nervous breakdown' due to BT's comments?

He wasn't trying to make anyone miserable. But it's possible that involuntarily, he did. Likewise, these stories are not about trying to make anyone miserable, just a bunch of dumbass kids trying to have a laugh. But it's possible that they did cause harm and anxt.

 

[Chief]

Don't know about that Chief, I am a graduate and have the worst year 10 class around. Have had 3 expulsions, 6 others have been suspended and don't get me started on the amount of exits that have seen kids leave the room. School I am at has a strong student management team that backs you up which is good.

I went to Eden High School for a year. At my sister's year 10 junior cert night the principal's speech included his observation that it was the worst year 10 he'd ever known.

 

[Smiling Buddha]

these stories are not about trying to make anyone miserable

Have you read the whole thread brah?

 

[Silent Alarm]

Had a guy like this for Maths in about year 8-9, had been in the army prior to becoming a teacher, a really great guy, took no shit, etc. But he was funny as ****. One day a huge group of kids gather on the oval, about 60+, we go to see what is going on, and there is two chicks arguing, chick 1's (decent looking) mate (chick 3, not that good but had a nice ass) jumps in to defend against Chick 2 (hot). So all of a sudden chick 2 and 3 are fighting on the oval with a huge crowd around, scratching, hitting, kicking, spitting, hair pulling, BIGHTING (by chick 3). Anyway, chick 3 was in my class and come Maths we had this bloke teaching us, he's calling out the roll...

"Jo"
"Here"
"Blo"
"Here"
"John"
etc.
then he comes to Chick 3
"Mike"
"What?"
"Mike"
"My name not Mike it's Chick 3"
"Oh sorry, Mike as in Mike Tyson, didn't you bight Chick 2 the other day"?

Class is in stitches

This is the kind of humour that gets teachers on side really, and the kind of shit you should dish out. Some kids thought the idea of bringing some livelihood to the class and challenging the teachers was to just swear and be a dickhead. That's not funny, that's not interesting, it's just attention seeking. It's all about timing and wit. You want the teacher to be not angry at being defeated, but jealous of your quip.

One of the things I miss about High School, and I think about this a bit, is how much less you laugh on an average day once you leave.

Oh man it has to be the only thing I miss, but when I think about it, I miss it a lot. Every single day we'd be in stitches. My guts would hurt and the creases in my mouth felt like they were going to split. Probably happened two or three times a day. The best thing about it is the running material. The in-jokes, the slow build, it's a bit like a sitcom: you need George and Kramer to make things great, otherwise they're just dumb stories or just kind of funny.

 

[Silent Alarm]

Anyway, another one, this little turd I hated and still do (the guy is 20 and makes Facebook statuses about how good he is at uni, how he never gets overtaken on the freeway; and worst of all, he not once gave me a thumbs up or wave when I'd cross in a certain goal for him in soccer), is at the centre of this. We had quiet fun, he took it too far. Typical.

We're on Country Week, which is this sports tournament for all the public schools outside of Perth in WA. There's about 20 going on, you try out and you go up there and you spend the week either losing every game or winning every single one by 10 goals. You chase skirt, though nothing'll ever come out of it because barely any school kids have an iPhone (this is only four or five years ago too), and sometimes you end up with a sixpack from the last people who stayed in your room at the hotel in Freo you stay at. It's a good week, but full of anger and intra-team fighting. Most people got in a fight. Close quarters, competition, girls, and the emotional volatility of 16 year olds is the headiest of cocktails.

Our coach was this younger guy, about 28 or something, and the running joke was "ahh [name], sah hawwt" in this surfie voice (which we used for about 10 different people who weren't even surfies, but whatever). He was a good looking guy and had plastic hair like a Thunderbird or Craig Foster. The netball coach was this woman, no younger than 24 but no older than him. We used to catch the shuttle with the netball team and so these two teachers would always chat. The developing joke for the week was how Miss wanted our couch, but our couch was too hot for not just her, but for one woman. We'd watch them chat and make quiet commentary. "Miss is now employing the tactic of hard to get... the legs are shifting towards the windows... the smirk is fading... but what's this, [our coach] needs the ego boost and he's just reignited chat!" It was all pretty juvenile. But one guy, our captain, just never engaged.

Anyway, one big 'tradition' was to get the coaches a present. On about the Wednesday, you all went to this shopping centre in Perth, and country hicks went to to Jay Jays and we'd go around trying to make eyes with city girls (four years on and nothing's changed). This other clan go away and buy him a present. We get on the bus, we all sign a card, and we presume they've just gotten him some cologne or something and of course some #hilarious present like a pair of women's stockings (cos he's a chick get it? chicks are inferior he is inferior? really funny, especially when it happens to every single male coach).

So the week ends, it's the Thursday night, the last night, and we're doing the boring-as-batshit presentations that are only good if you get BnF or best on ground.

Anyway, this little prick I hated who somehow got captain goes up with the other three fellas who bought him the present. I'm expecting niceties and instead comes out a packet of johnnies. Alright, not very funny, pretty stock-standard, but a bit of a surprise. Next he gets out the card, he gets out a genuine present which I now forget, and then finally the captain goes "oh and this – open it tonight, make sure Miss is around."

Unfortunately, this kid already had the book in his hand and the whole entourage of kids, teachers, maybe 150 people were looking: it's this guide to tantric sex, and these kids in my team have written in texta on the cover, under the title, "Or how to lay Miss."

Laughs and gasps ensue, Miss is in line with our coach so she doesn't realise. Our coach goes bright red, my mate behind me goes "ahh... he got engaged two weeks ago guys..." at the worst moment possible. We get back to school and the usually lively phys ed office is totally dead. You could feel the awkward from outside. After all, one engaged teacher and one in a serious relationship were pretty much mocked and set up. A week later she quit, and the rumour is, she was never able to get a teaching job again – it went down as "sexual harassment" from her end, too. A year later and our coach went to teach up in the Kimberley too.

And it wasn't even funny, just one kid who couldn't squeeze in a joke, taking the joke too far and too overtly. Orrible shit.

 

[Roobs321]

I have to admit I was one of those kids who generally respected my parents and teachers growing up. Sure, I had occasional shouting matches with my dad in my teen years, but I tended to always feel empathy for parents and teachers (except of course the odd individual maybe undeserving of such empathy or who is hopelessly awkward).

There were several times when one of my best friends was just being a little arseh*le driving a teacher to tears, and I always found that to be terrible conduct. Also, when my friends used to complain about their parents as akin to the antichrist (particularly the parents I knew), I just used to roll my eyes. My brothers still do this, and they are in their early 20s.

I remember my class in Year 6 just decided to turn on our perfectly nice teacher, just because the class didn't get their way in one instance, and also because the teacher was part aboriginal. One of the girls even made up the 'he touched me' story. Me and my mum were terribly sorry for the teacher, he ended up having to go teach elsewhere. Once or twice I saw him outside of school and was so apologetic about the situation he had been put in.

Sure, kids are kids, but I always found the rebellious mob mentality of dehumanization towards teachers/parents incredibly juvenile. Teenagers aren't beyond empathy, whilst an occupational hazard it should never be accepted as just teens being teens. In some cases rebelling against the teacher is certainly warranted, but generally there is nothing commendable about it.

I was no straight laced kid, I did some things I'm not proud of, but generally I was always able to see people as people, and was always willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. If you drove someone over the edge for your own enjoyment at age 12, 40 or 80, you should feel equally guilty as far as I'm concerned. Kids make mistakes, but they should be able to learn from those mistakes (atone in their own way).

 

[kfc1]

It is one of the Law of the Universe that for every teacher who is made to cry (usually vulnerable young female teachers) a psychotic and terrifying male Year Co-ordinator or the like is born.

 

[DrVanNostrand]

My year 8 maths teacher was some old surly campaigner, bald with the worst comb-over you've ever seen. The guy had zero control of unruly kids and we barely did a thing for that entire semester, he was either writing RTC forms for kids or getting screamed at. '**** YOU COMB-OVER" was the favourite of the kids that way inclined. The guy never did anything about it, just sat there, copped it and waited for the 70 minutes until the bell rang.

Unfortunately for me, I wasn't the kind of kid who gave teachers shit, so I'd just bring my English book to class and write short stories or practice essays when shit inevitably hit the fan. Never saw that teacher after grade 8, must have bitten the bullet and retired. Despite being the only one in the class who didn't bully the guy mercilessly, I even got sent to the RTC once when he somehow spotted me lobbing a small pebble I found on the floor out the window. Dangerous conduct, apparently . Almost 10 years on, my mum still talks about her parent-teacher interview with that weirdo.

 

[moses]

English teacher lost hearing in one ear and with it her ability to discern the direction a noise was coming from. My classmate put a high-pitched noise making device in the room with a remote trigger. The remote trigger was passed from each attending class to the next one via a locker next to her room or by hand as they left the room. The member of the class acting as the trigger man would trigger the device several times in their lesson and move it to a new location if they got the chance before offloading it to the next student.

This went on several to hundreds of times a lesson, every lesson, for months. By the end she broke down crying while screaming for it to end and starting tearing the room apart trying to find it. After that lesson I never saw her again.

Was some hardcore brutal shit.

In year 10 one recess time one of the guys went back into the room and stuck a remote control fart machine underneath the front of the teacher's desk (maths class was had a recess break in the middle). A few of us knew about said fart machine and were practically crying with laughter in the lesson after recess as a series of farting noises were heard at random intervals. Nobody was caught and I don't even think the teacher realised anything was going on. Good times.

 

[Plugger35]

Anyway, another one, this little turd I hated and still do (the guy is 20 and makes Facebook statuses about how good he is at uni, how he never gets overtaken on the freeway; and worst of all, he not once gave me a thumbs up or wave when I'd cross in a certain goal for him in soccer), is at the centre of this. We had quiet fun, he took it too far. Typical.

We had a guy like that called Lloyd who always went too far and quite often got the rest of us in trouble too. He originally turned up to our school about midway through Year 9 from NSW dressed in a private school type uniform with buttoned collared white shirts, grey school shorts, grey school socks and shoes. We were a government school where guys wore casual dress like polo shirts, shorts and sneakers so we were like "who's this nerd?". He sat up the front of the class at first too and we all avoided him like the plague as you did with new kids, there was no welcome mat rolled out for him.

After a few weeks he started to settle in and hang out with us learning the ropes about all the pranks and shit we got up to but being the new guy he'd try and impress us by always going one step further. We would quite often steal each others pencil cases and bags and hide them or throw them out the windows. Lloyd would steal people's pencil cases and bags and throw them on top of the classroom roof so you'd either have to climb up there yourself to get them and risk injury or get the school janitor to get up there with a ladder to get them which usually got us in trouble.

Another time during lunch we were amusing ourselves by chucking pine cones at each other like kick to kick footy with two groups of guys at either end. This wasn't enough trouble for Lloyd though so he grabbed a pine cone and hurled it as far as he could, nek minnut we hear the smash of broken glass, the idiot had broken one of the library windows. Lloyd got in the most shit for it but we all got disciplined for being involved.

One of the worst things Lloyd ever did though involved me directly. We were outside our classroom one day waiting for the teacher to rock up and let us in, it was on the second floor of this building with an open stairwell from the first floor up to the second floor. Anyway the teacher rocks up to let us in so I go to get my bag which I'd left on the ground but Lloyd beats me to it, grabs my bag which was quite heavy with files and books and hurls it down into the stairwell. As luck would have it a few Year 12 girls were walking up the stairs and the handle strap of my bag lobbed around one girl's neck sending her jerking forwards almost headbutting the stairs, absolute one in a million shot. Me and Lloyd just looked at each other and went "oh shit we're in big trouble now".

Luckily this girl wasn't seriously hurt apart from a bit of whiplash but her and her friends grabbed my bag and took off to the headmasters office. Me and Lloyd just tried to play it cool by walking into class and sitting down as normal, me without a bag, but we knew we were goners. Sure enough a few minutes later there's an announcement over the PA system "Would Plugger35 please report to the headmasters office", I just looked over at Lloyd shaking my head as he was giggling to himself. I turned up to the headmasters office where old Yoda tore strips off me, not sure why as it wasn't my fault. I quickly dobbed Lloyd in as the guy that threw my bag so then he got summoned over the PA as well and Yoda gave us both a dressing down. Lloyd ended up getting in more shit than me though, I think he got suspended for a couple of days over that. Good times.

 

[bkozican]

good thread,

I think it was year 8 or maybe 9.....A English teacher put me upfront because I was disrupting the other students. I was the class clown back then and I took the job of getting laughs very seriously . Im sitting up the front, he sits me next to one of the top students in the class (kind of a friend), about 10 minutes past and I start throwing paper from one side of the room to the other side where the bin is. A few of the other boys are getting involved, making swish noises and so on.....The teacher arks up "if you throw one more piece of paper, you will know about it", about 10-15 minutes pass and I know the class is waiting on me to do something, I cant look back because the teacher is at the back probably watching me. I turn to the guy sitting next to me and I remember saying "watch this mate", I balled up so paper and threw it, the class erupts and so does the teacher.....going off his trolley, he grabbed me by the shirt and walked me out of the class, the boys are losing the plot....I can hear the giggling as Im outside getting ripped on by the English teacher and the head of English. A few students commented to other teachers about how he grabbed my shirt and walked me out. I had to have meetings with the principle, turns out the bloke nearly lost his job for it.

If I could go back to that time.....tbh, I would probably do it again.

 

[bkozican]

just to switch things up in this thread,

We had a sports teacher (sub teacher), the whole class is thinking "HOLIDAY". The class starts testing the waters, trying to see what we can and cannot get away with. One of the boys start arguing with the sub teacher....things are getting abit out of control. The teacher takes a step back and said something like "why are you showing off, your a pup mate....you think you can hurt me ?" Kid replies with something like "lets go"

The sub teachers tenses up his guts and says "go for it, gimmie your harderst shot", Student winds up, hits him.....the teacher just stood there and laughed, the class is laughing. The student replies with "how did you do that", he explains to us that he knows how to control pain and will teach us about it if we all show respect.......From that day one, he was liked by the whole class, maybe even the whole school. Im not sure what really made him stand out from the pack but the class got along with him pretty well.

Also had a English sub teacher in year 10 (he was from England), Summer is here, the Ashes is on so you can imagine the banter going around the classroom. Again, something about this bloke just clicked with the class. We would give shit on the England team and he would do the same on the Aussie team. One of the best sub teachers to teach the school. Its like he was accepted by the class/pack of wolves .....he still works there to this day

 

[Gough]

I had a drama teacher in primary school who was a radical feminist, a stereotypical hairy arm pitted, man hating lesbian. I was cheeky little so and so and would delight in telling the most sexist jokes I knew, which with my old man being in mining there were a fair few to choose from, until much to my parents amusement I was excluded from the class. For some reason best known to the Education Department she was goving her own class the year after I left, until it was discovered she used to do cartwheels in dresses while not wearing underwear, asking kids if they heard their parents having sex, odd shit like that and was sacked. She turned up some years later as the spokeswoman for the local hookers union/collective.

 

[iDon]

If I could go back to that time.....tbh, I would probably do it again.

Why is that? Just to ruin another careeer? Pathetic attitude.

 

[Hamingja]

Sub teachers were about the only decent teachers we had at school.

We had one old guy for maths who grew up in East Germany. He didn't bother teaching maths, which was good as you could barely understand anything he said with his accent, just reeled off stories about East Germany (Border crossings etc etc.)

Only teacher we ever cracked was the German teacher. At the school I went to they sort of segregated the year 7s from the rest of the high school and it was a 5-10 min walk back over to the rest of the school where all the teachers offices were. Every class someone would hide the whiteboard markers or the whiteboard eraser and she would have to walk back over to the main school to get more. Eventually that led to her being locked out of the classroom on her return with the door keys sitting in her bag on the teachers desk. Whoops.