Have you ever been embarrassed by a teacher? How did it make you feel and what did you do?
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I never let a teacher get the better of me. I’ll take the detention to save pride. But the most aggressive moment made by a teacher was spinning my chair around as i ate lunch and blasted me verbaly for something I didn’t even do in front of the whole lunchroom. 5th or 6th grade
I remember that. Who did that to you? My mind is thinking Benson but you were in blue in 6th and I don’t think you ate with red.
When I was in 6th grade my teacher put tape over my mouth. I was a chatterbox and probably deserved it but I was also very shy and I was so embarrassed that I walked out of the classroom and went to the principal’s office. I’ve never forgotten the shame I felt because I never got in any kind of trouble.
When I was in 1st grade, I told the teacher about something some kid was doing – I don’t recall what. The teacher had a paper donkey tail hanging on her bulletin board. She said I was a tattle-tale and had to wear the tattle-tail for the rest of the day. I had to go to lunch and recess and everything with a donkey tail pinned to my butt at age 6. I was really humiliated.
I wanted so badly to take that tail off, but I didn’t dare. Finally the day ended and I asked if I could take it off, horrified at the idea of walking home from school that way. By then it had mostly ripped off, though I didn’t know that.
That’s about the worst, but I remember being quite humiliated by having to sit in the “thinking chair” once in KG for allegedly speaking too loudly. I cried and felt ten times worse for crying in front of the class.