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“You won’t achieve anything in your life”. I am now an engineer. Everytime I was studying I thought about this sentence and it motivated me to be better and work harder to prove him wrong. Even today, every time something is tuff in my life I go over it and remember this sentence, I have to prove him wrong.
My freshmen science teacher noticed I was starting to have a panic attack, wrote me a note to go to my counselor and then I left to do so. He was my favorite teacher, I failed almost everything but had the best grade in his class. I will never forget that man, the teacher can make all the difference in a students work
EDIT: Also adding onto this, one time in this class I went to breakdown in the bathroom and when I left the bathroom one of my classmates was standing there waiting for me. He kissed me and I started to freak out but anyways, after that incident my teacher never allowed him to leave the classroom when I left. Same teacher, same class.
Just because somebody is confident in what they’re saying or knows how to express themselves, does not mean they are any more right or intelligent than those who do not possess those skills. My English teacher said this to my class once. It was around the time of that quote that I also realized adults aren’t universally wise beings, many of them are just children in mature bodies.
she sat down with me and patiently went through many examples until I understood her
“Tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you are.”
“Put your derriere in your chair-iere.”
-Mrs. Davis.
“Those who do not have the talent can compensate for it with diligence.” It was a reply to a worry I had, and he was right :3
In english class (my secondary language), my english teacher randomly pulled a condom and an eraser from her bag to outline the difference in american and british english. The whole class was amused for the rest of the week.
When learning a language, don’t worry about speaking it perfectly. Try to desribe what you want to say with the words you have. I found that really good advice for a kid.
My history teacher told my parents I’d make a great spy – I went to lessons, extracted the necessary information, and got out, without him ever knowing I was there.
Ok
My school had this thing with the local university where we would get to visit. One year it was just a day visit. But the next was a trip staying over. This thing was also linked to a bursary. I was on the list to go, and went on the first year
There was this teacher that wanted to inspire the problem kids, put them on the right path or whatever.
Anyway. For the second year she took my name off so she could put the kids she wanted to inspire on the list instead.
The trip meant missing like a day or two of school. So of course these kids said yes, despite having no intention of ever going to university, whether or not they actually could if they actually tried. And only went because they could miss school.
When I spoke up, this teacher basically said that I had no chance of going to university.
So I got to spend the day in empty classrooms with teachers asking why I wasn’t on the trip.
Spoiler alert, I went to university.
“Girls don’t like drunk guys, so, if you want to hook up, let the other men get drunk and you stay sober or just “happy”.
By default you’ll be the better option for girls or the girl you like”.
Never failed in my life. Thanks for so much professor don’t remember your name
There was an academic Olympics my Jr year of high school, and my Physics teacher made a bet with my buddy and me. If we were to place 1st, 2nd, or 3rd we would receive an A for the year. I placed 2nd.
He gave me an A that quarter, but a B the second quarter. I asked why I got a B, and he told me that I was smarter than the effort, and the only reason he made the bet was because he knew I’d still do the work.
I had some rough times in college, but every time I questioned if I could really do something, I’d recall his words. Getting that A instead of the B I deserved changed my life in the best way.
RIP Mr. Gamble.
I grew up in an extremely abusive home ( sadly didn’t realize how bad it was till after I left at 17)but my high school counselor let me talk to her about what was happening to me at home. She advised me to let her call someone to help me but, I had already tried to get the law involved once and my mother actually defended my father and told the police I was being over dramatic. She said I was only able to have three meetings with her before she had to call my parents and tell them what I had told her according to the high school rules so, on my last time seeing her I balled my eyes out and she gave me a hug and said “You are way stronger and smarter than your parents will ever realize. And I hope you show them one day just what you’ve got.” her voice and hug live in my head a decade later and I’m happy to say that it definitely helped me through college. With Multiple degrees and certifications later, I’m in a much better place with my wonderful little family, and best part, the two people who regrettably brought me into the world apparently cry wolf everyday recently about how much they “ miss seeing me”. I’m sure it has nothing to do with them on the verge of loosing their house and looking to stay somewhere while they figure out finances ( they’re also apparently filing bankruptcy) . They better hope the princess treatment they gave my younger sister pays off 😇
My parents had just divorced and they shared custody of us. When my mother had us, she wouldn’t feed us, send us a lunch, bathe or groom us so we’d show up to school tired, hungry, and dirty. When my 1st grade teacher figured out what was going on, she started keeping a brush and wipes for me in her desk along with lunch money. She’d take me aside before other kids showed up and groom me and feed me. That was about 35 years ago and I still think about her all the time. Ironically, her name was Mrs. Severe. What a beautiful soul. I really needed that maternal care that she gave me.
“You’re not a good liar. You shouldn’t do it”
EDIT: Probably the most useful lesson I learned in all school before college.
my 5th grade teacher would stand on a chair and sing “don’t you know how much i love you” to the class when we behaved
My 6th form physics teacher told me to “stop being a giant fuckwit”
I was one of his better students, but I was also a giant fuckwit. I behaved for a couple weeks I think.
Once on the way to school, I found a kitten and couldn’t leave it behind. It was dirty, hungry, and in need of help. I had to take it with me to school. At that moment, my parents were against me having a pet… and so, after school, as I sat there crying and not knowing what to do with the kitten, my teacher approached me. She calmed me down and took the kitten with her. After that, she sometimes brought him to class. This way, we continued to communicate. She named him Inkblot. As far as I know, he lived until he was 17. I will always remember this act, as she didn’t break my little heart and saved the cute kitten. Double Shot
Had a bunch of great teachers who helped me see that I wasn’t a failure in school – “you’re not stupid, but you’re lazy” was a big one for me
But reading the question the instinctive quotes that came to mind were my physics teacher coming into class on the first day carrying a giant friggin vernier calliper on his shoulder and telling the class menacingly “This is my battle axe”
This is also the same guy who when teaching us about electricity wrote on the whiteboard, “there are two types of transformers. Autobots and Deceptacons”
One time in 3rd grade, I had a stomachache. I didn’t tell anyone, but I guess I was looking unwell. One of my friends asked me what was wrong, so I told her. She told the teacher and the teacher said: “Ignore her. She’s making it up for attention.”
I had never made a fuss or done anything that would indicate attention seeking before, so I was taken aback.
Until now, I never tell anyone anything in my life that’s slightly out of the ordinary for fear of being accused of lying.
“Have either you two watched good omens? I don’t mean to assume, but also you two seem like the type”
Said to me and my friend by my English teacher (I love her sm) which prompted me to binge the show the next day. She wasn’t wrong in who she asked we both are obsessed with the show ever since. But yeah I remember that very well.
Junior year of college, I was taking an abnormal psychology class during fall semester. We had an exam scheduled for September 12 of that year. The day before was 9/11/2001, and our classes were not canceled. We get to class, everyone obviously devastated from the attacks the day before. Our professor got in front of the class and told us this: “No matter what tragedies you witness or go through, life will not stop to accommodate your feelings or emotions.” We proceeded to take our scheduled exam, but we had to remain in class until everyone finished. Once the last exam was turned in, she told us that she hoped we would take that lesson to heart, then threw the exams in the trash. Best lesson I’ve ever been taught.
When my 8th grade history teacher taught us to memorize the map of the Mediterranean and Middle East… only to make us start over a couple weeks later because he had been making us memorize a map that was fucking upside-down 💀
The aeroplane you made out of a pencil, an eraser, cardboard, and tape is really great, Now I need you to do what you’re supposed to be doing. Grade 2.
“What good is going to the church every week if you just gonna go home and abuse your kids?”
This was said during a religion class in Ireland secondary school.
I am irreligious, and yet this line stuck with me
This is why I never use church going as a character defense, and consider anyone who does so grasping at straws at best, “then they should have known better” at worst
Mr. Healy from Castleknock College was the teacher, thank you for that
“I don’t know but I can find out” – my physics teacher Mr. Gould. It’s a little thing but it really stuck with me. You don’t have to know everything and you don’t have to appear like you do either
This isn’t very positive, but when I was in high school I got very into painting and was actually very good. I liked to paint portraits and could paint very realistically, I had a good eye for color and blending. I don’t have a lot of talents and didn’t back then either, besides the sports I played. I was very depressed and painting helped. I never really finished projects though, but when my English teacher in 11th grade had us do a book report/project and wanted us to recreate the cover, I painted the cover of the book I chose. I spent so much time and effort and finished it beautifully. He loved it and asked to hold onto it for a year for next year’s students as an example of what he wanted. He was raving about how my painting looked just like the cover. I told him I really wanted it back at the end of my senior year because it was my first finished painting and I was proud of it. Side note, I don’t remember the exact reasoning that English class turned into basically art class for this project, I’m sure I’m forgetting some details about why he wanted us to do this.
So anyway, senior year I was homeless bc my parents kicked me out so I couldn’t bring my paint stuff. I hadn’t painted in a while and wanted to get back into it, and wanted my painting back for inspiration at the end of the year when I found steady living. I had literally just found out I wasn’t going to graduate with my class bc I missed so much school that year for being homeless. My teachers let me off classes for the day bc I was crushed and they knew my situation, and I was given permission to muck about painting in the art room.
So I asked him for my painting since it was the end of the year, and he said “oh I threw it away”. I’ll never forget the indifference and the tone he said it in. I don’t completely blame him, he probably genuinely forgot and maybe scrapped the project idea for that year’s class. But that broke me more than anything else that had happened and I just sat and cried all day. I haven’t painted since either. Not necessarily completely because of that but it made me too sad to paint for a while and I never got back into it.
So anyway that is the one thing I remember from a teacher 14 years later
I became quite close with one of my band teachers in high school and viewed him as a father figure in many ways. My parents were freshly divorced, and i was floundering without a male role model at all (my father never made attempts to see me).
The teacher was noticing some changes in me and figured out the story. All it took was a sincere, eyeball to eyeball statement of “I believe in you. You are better than you realize.” And the sun shone brighter, and the clouds parted a bit.
When he retired, I made sure to go to his final school concert, and we caught up . It was amazing, but then i saw his wife of several decades. I walked over and introduced myself and thanked her for sacrificing their time together for all those years so he could be someone that his students needed in their lives. We both started crying and hugged.
Thank you, Mr and Mrs Rizzo. You are better than you will ever realize.
I was bullied throughout elementary school badly. I also had a.d.d. But it wasn’t a thing back then. I was always daydreaming and not paying attention in class. The teachers allowed this bullying and sometimes seemed to encourage it. One kid actually hit me in the stomach with a (plastic) bat when I was walking home one day. When one of the kids would pick up finished papers from everyone they would make a little spray thing with their hand and pretend to spray my paper before they touched it. One girl had an older sister who had a car and she would drive by me while the girl and her best friend would hang out the window and yell things at me…calling me a slut, bitch, whore etc…I didn’t even know what a slut or whore was. One day in class it was getting pretty bad and the teacher pulled me out in the hall. She “invited “ my other teachers to join her. The three of them stood around me and told me that I was a failure, that I didn’t “apply myself “. They said the kids made fun of me because of the way I acted (I still don’t even know what they meant by that…I was quiet then), and that I deserved it. I don’t remember all of the things they said to me, I was a little girl surrounded by adults saying horrible things about me. I was terrified and crying…and I still had to go back to class. This affected me so bad that I never trusted adults after that. I was scared of my teachers. I still have flashbacks of that one day and I’m 45 years old. So here’s a big Fuck you to all those teachers from back then who helped make my elementary school days Hell.
Edit: a word
In high school I was the class clown always made people laugh and was there for them. I put up a front “ the happy and cheeriest one” but I was struggling so bad with mental health issues hated life and myself. Borderline suicidal. Anyway one day when I was telling a joke and “laughing” with everyone this one teacher took me aside and said “you’re such a joy to everyone but I can see the pain in your eyes. Your place in this world matters and would be so much poorer without you. Don’t give up”. Well god damn I thought I was so good at hiding it from everyone. And it kind of broke me that someone could tell. But yea a moment I’ll never forget
Mrs. Crutcher was my 1st and 2nd grade teacher. She always wore high heels. One day in class, I passed out and she picked me up and carried me to the principals office where the school nurse could examine me while my Mom made her way to the school. I personally don’t remember it, but my Mom was always amazed that she carried me across the entire school in high heels without any issues. For Christmas that year and every year after, my Mom made beaded earrings for her and when my littlest sister was born, Mrs. Crutcher made a blanket for her. She was the best teacher I ever had.
“I know there’s a senior party tonight, if any of you can’t drive at any point during the night you can call me for a ride and I’ll take you home. I won’t tell your parents or get you in trouble, I just don’t want any one drinking and driving.”
– Senior biology teacher
I was in JR High, taking Algebra 2 with high-schoolers. I was about 12 and there was a guy in the class, a senior, about 17. I sat in the front of the class. Since this was the first class of the day, and it was the 90’s in rural America, we stood up to say the pledge of allegiance every morning. Half way during the pledge, everyday, this 17 year old would put his foot on my butt and push me towards the front of the room, everyone laughing. My teacher would tell him to stop, but didn’t do much more because she knew that would make it worse.
So one morning, I got there earlier than everyone else. This guy was always late, so when he got in to class he had to take the seat at the front of the row. When we stood to do the pledge, I placed my foot on his butt and pushed as hard as he could. The class was silent. The teacher knew somehow what I had planned. As soon as he turned around to do something, the teacher jumped in, told him “You do that everyday to him, you deserved that”. He never bothered me again.
“Get out before you get stuck.”
It was simple wisdom from my 12th grade English teacher that I repeat in my mind quite often. I think he was referring to getting out of our small town, but it rings true for many things in life.
I hated group projects. I asked my biology teacher if I could do it alone cause I didn’t like working in groups in HS, cause I’d do 90% of the work, and their 10% fuck up would drop my grade.
Not only did she let me, she asked my other teachers to always have spare group supplies specifically for me. My grades went up 2 letter in every subject.
I was homeschooled until the 10th grade. I started public school, and the first week we were assigned a paper in English class. I’d never written anything before. I did my best and turned in what I’m sure was basically word salad. The teacher asked me to speak with him after class and asked about my background, but was extremely understanding. Without a hint of judgement, he took time out of his own schedule to get me up to speed and teach me the basics of grammar, structure, etc. It was an incredibly selfless act. I’m an attorney now, and I’m not sure I’d have even made it out of highschool without him.
This teacher was very strict and most of my classmates didn’t like her, but she liked me because I respected her and got good grades in her class.
When the school year ended, she gave me a bear. It wasn’t very fancy or costly, but I felt really happy leaving that classroom with the bear in my hand. I still have it and will always treasure it.
My teacher told me she was proud of me and that i have my own opinions and that she hopes i succeed in the future.
you’ll never amount to anything