There are so many to choose from! There was the time I was on an excursion and dropped the clipboard I was carrying and bent down to pick it up, and rather than go around me a number of other students walked over my back and kept going without a word. Or the time two girls held my hands behind my back so a third one could hit me and claw me with her nails. Or being told by a teacher that I should "make an effort to be more like other people" (such terrible advice to give a child). Or being screamed at by another teacher for "listening in to her conversation" (ie. glancing vaguely in her direction while standing about twenty metres away) and being punished for this by being made to sit outside during art classes (my favourite subject) for the rest of the term. Being told off by one teacher for crying, and by another for smiling too much (she called it "smirking"). Sigh.
Having a year 5 teacher who's idea of punishment was to get his students to write out times tables in their lunch break instead of playing. It was so mean on all of us, especially when the other class's teacher was a cool guy who used to march his students around the playground during class time and get them to sing songs to learn. I had wished at the time I was in his class.
My worst memory was being told off in primary school by my 1st form teacher because I accidentally ate someone else's break. We had this weird system where you put your break in a basket in the front of the class, instead of keeping it in your lunchbox. I couldn't remember what my break was, and ended up eating someone's KitKat.
There are too many occasions. The worse would be in year 12, where I had to announce to the class that we lost our kitchen priviledges, because someone in my class was stupid enough to have a cord on a hot waffle toaster. Hence everyone knows what happened next...
I'm dyslexic and i used to fear tests to the point that i had learnt to give myself a nose bleed by punching myself on the nose at the right point to make it bleed like mad. I was always treated like the village idiot and never allowed to to do the classes i enjoyed or was any good at cos i had to do more English. But possibly the worst day in primary school was when I had on a hand me down bra (my First bra, an oh boy did i need it) and it could be seen through my shirt. i was beaten up in the clock room by boys and girls, stripped and my bra stolen
People give teachers such high praise...well I use to go to my sons high school to pay fee's ect.
I could hear the teacher screaming! like some crazy person from the office*#!?
We need more 'teaching...for the teachers' seems to me.