I’m an advanced math teacher working with only two 45-minute sessions a week to teach a subject that has no official reference materials. To give my students a fair shot, I created a curriculum-based module, printed it, and asked them for a small, one-time fee of 50 pesos to cover the photocopying costs. In my mind, this was a straightforward classroom arrangement that didn’t need anyone else’s input.

But then things took a strange turn. One of my students, who happens to be the nephew of the school secretary, went to her asking for money for the module. I didn’t think anything of it—50 pesos isn’t much, after all, and I kept the cost as low as I could to be fair to everyone. Apparently, though, this secretary wasn’t having it. She messaged me directly, demanding that I send her the soft copy of the module so she could print it herself. I felt blindsided; it was one thing to question the 50 pesos, but this was my intellectual property, something I created from scratch for my students. I held my ground and suggested that her nephew could simply borrow a copy from his classmates if it was really a problem.

Before I knew it, word had spread, and I was called in by someone from administration. The conversation quickly became uncomfortable as I was informed that a complaint had been raised about my “business” of distributing materials. I was stunned. How had something I created purely to help my students become fodder for office drama? I explained that I had tried to keep things transparent, that a few colleagues were aware of the arrangement, though I hadn’t formally announced it.

It stung, honestly. To see something so small—50 pesos, just to cover the bare cost—turned into a spectacle, and to feel the undercurrent of judgment, like I was trying to profit off of my own students. And the secretary’s unwillingness to pay that minimal amount? It spoke volumes, a reminder of how financial strain or priorities can cloud things, even when the purpose is educational.

So I stepped back, realizing I had to clear the air. I wrote a detailed letter to the advisors, explaining the purpose, the cost breakdown, and my reasons. Going forward, I resolved to keep things fully transparent from the start, looping in anyone who could possibly be concerned to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

If this experience taught me anything, it’s that even the simplest attempts to support students can be tangled up by office politics. Moving forward, I’ll make sure everyone’s in the know, focusing on what matters most: my students’ success, regardless of the drama swirling around in the background.

Ok, I need to rant. I am teaching a 3rd/4th grade class this year, coming from preschool. I teach at a very small private school and the principal moved me up grade levels this year. I am getting my bachelor's degree in early childhood education. I am supposed to student teach in Spring 2025. When I accepted the position, she said we would have regular meetings to go over curriculum and lesson planning. She was also supposed to make regular visits to my classroom. None of which has happened. She has a lot going on right now personally and professionally, which I understand and feel awful for throwing this on her playe too. But I am feeling frustrated, overwhelmed and completely over my head. I sent a long email going through everything, with not much of a response. She caught me on my way out of the building last Thursday, and we had a quick meeting. I voiced my concerns, keep in mind parents are also voicing these concerns. I told her I was thinking about leaving and she told me that if I do leave, she will have to tell the parents to take their kids to different schools. I told her I would think on it, and she told me that she would be in my classroom this week. She has not been in my classroom. I want to leave, but also don't want to let my students down. She is currently out of reach, in a different state dealing with a family emergency. I feel for her, I really do, but I am at a loss. I do not think that I am giving my students a good education. I feel like resigning is what is best for me and them... I am just looking for some outside perspective, I guess.

I am currently on suspension from teaching at my school. I am a 22 year veteran teacher level five with nothing but excellent Reviews.

My current principal has been complained on formally by at least 25 different teachers yet he is still there. I am one of those teachers that complained two years ago.
Recently at the beginning of the school year, I applied for ADA And still have not Heard anything.

About over a month ago, I was suspended for not reporting possible child abuse in a timely manner and unprofessional conduct.
The situation that I was suspended for happened at the end of a school day with a student coming to ask me for advice on their mom coming home, drunk a lot and possibly ruining her birthday. I wasn't sure what to say to her and I wanted to talk to the guidance counselors first to see if I needed to report it to DCS. So I told her to come back by after this next class. So we could talk about it. I immediately went to the two guidance counselors and ask them they both told me I needed to report it. I said I would, I also said it sucked because she wasn't going to trust me anymore and when I said that the guidance counselor said well you just need to explain to her that things reported to teachers like this Or you could lose your job.
I fell asleep when filing out the form. When I woke up the next day, I had totally forgotten about it. My vp asked for the feferral number the next day around 3rd period. As soon as he asked I freaked out knowing I forgot to finish it and I lied saying the number was at home and I would send it to him after school. I immediately ran to my computer and finish filling out the form. I printed the referral number and put it in my bag so I wouldn't forget to take it home but when I got home that afternoon, I couldn't find the piece of paper so I texted my vice principal, asking him if he wanted me to do it again. He did not reply, but I got a Phone call from my Principal Asking me for the referral ID so I explained again and he said to go ahead and file another report so I hang up the phone and I continue to look for peace because I knew I had it. I found it about 15 minutes later took a picture of the ID number and sent it to him. He immediately asked for the email to be forwarded to him. I hadn't received an email so I told him that. He asked me what I took a pic of then. I said the papwr. He then asked me to take a picture of the entire piece of paper with referral ID number on it (that's all that's on that paper is referral # and date/time). I knew at that point he was trying to bust me and something so I told him I had already left my house. I did call DCS again and ask about the email and they said sometimes it would take up to 24 hours so I kept looking for it and as soon as it came in, I forwarded it to my principal.
The next thing I know the next morning and principal shows up in my room, telling me to get my things and leave immediately, but I had to go to central office to to answer their questions and when I ask why his response was just Be honest. He made sure I got my things and walked down to the building before he moved a foot. When I got to Central office, they told me I was being suspended for in a timely manner and unprofessional And then I could get an attorney if I wanted to. I was told I was not allowed to speak with any employee from the county, which meant I haven't been able to talk to any of my friends or my very best friend. Well, that freaked me out and I did call our unions attorney. I have been called in for questioning about 2 weeks ago and now I've been home UNPAID for over a month.
I don't know what is going on or what to do about it. Has anyone experienced anything like this before? I NEVER would have imagined this would happen to me. I'm so upset and angry they have done this especially without pay. If I were a single mom, I'd be homeless by now.

My history teacher who is a very sweet kind and intelligent 73 year old was a prankster. Like big time , especially to the one guy in his college he did not like. Once the guy (let's call him jack) left to spend some time with his family but left one pair of his clothes. My teacher (whom I will call bob) and his freinds got right to work. They crafted a fake body out of hay and other random stuffings and make it look realistic. They then put the extra clothes on it and got ready. They grabbed sticks and poles and layyed the dummy on the edge of the highway. They then started to beat the dummy but anytime someone would drive by they would look up at them and dive into the ditch. They did this a couple times but were forced to stop when the cops came. Another prank they pulled on jack was when he was away they put water in cups and flipped then upside down on every surface possible. When he returned he had to pick up all the cups and his room became drenched. They also stood in a tree that hung over the edge of the walkway and dropped eggs on people who walked by. These are only three of countless stories he has told. He has also been to 9 different countries and every US state. All in short my history teacher whom to me is simply a sweet old man was a deviant and a terror to others. He is the most intelligent man I know and he chose to spend his life having fun and wondering. He is one of my role models and a great freind.

I had just submitted my essay on genres and I was very proud...untili got an email from my teacher saying "I used AI and that is not allowed" after (pleadng me innocence) She has said it was "better than anything she could ever write and that she looks forward to seeing more" BUT THEN SHE PROCEEDS TO GIVE ME A 8/10 WITH AN EXTRA POINT FOR LANGUAGE???

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Hi,

I am writing this post not only from my perspective, but also on behalf of other university students that I am completing an Education degree with. I am a male undergraduate student studying Education in Brisbane, Australia. We are having significant challenges with the Brisbane based university we attend. We are a bit lost and would appreciate any assistance in any way, shape or form, as the university is not assisting us.

My individual story is incredibly long but I will try my best to condense it into dot points.

• I was rushed to hospital with heart arrhythmia. This was a week out from a prac experience starting. I required a heart procedure to fix the issue which was a very traumatic experience. I received next to no support from the university. The “support” I received from the head of well-being was a hyperlink on how to un-enrol from units, as well as notifying me that because I was ill after census date I would be charged for the unit.
• I was falsely accused of using AI on an assessment. To this day I still have never been given access to the material that was deemed artificial intelligence material. I was reprimanded and received an official strike against my name, and also lost 20 marks on the relevant assessment.
• I have had to re-do a prac unit that I completed a year ago. I had an uploading issue with an assessment. Long story short is the assessment did not load properly and I was never notified by staff members of the university that this occurred. This was after a successful prac experience, attending in-person lectures for 12 weeks, as well as being a consistent performing student. A significant number of policies and procedures were never met, and this issue is still ongoing, even after 12 months.
• The outcome of this incident is I cannot teach under PTT guidelines, my degree is likely to be completed 12-18months later than anticipated, I am missing out on experience and opportunities, income, I have a growing HECS debt etc. I also really would like to complete a masters in education but this is being delayed further as well due to this issue.

My fellow students have also had issues with marks from pracs not being returned in time for students to follow their course map. This has delayed their course completion by six-months, again, due to the university not following procedures and policies.

Given the teacher shortage, we expected significantly more support over these issues. These stories make us all so angry as we want to be a part of the industry and support students, colleagues and communities but we cannot because of incompetence, negligence, a consistent lack of effort, responsibility and accountability. There also seems to be no overarching body that holds these private universities accountable for their actions.

I will be passing this information onto the minister of education once the upcoming election is complete. I will also pass this information onto members from ABC, and relevant news outlets to get them to understand the situation students are facing. If anyone has any other avenues of communication that may be of assistance, or anything that can help us out, please contact me at any time.

My friends and I greatly appreciate your support. Thanks in advance!

My male teacher has a strange behavior with me like ignoring me most of the time. Other students noticed this as well, to the point that they have talked about it with me in private.

I'm a female, we are both adults in our 30's. I can't tell if he hates me (there is no reason for that, im a serious easy going student) or if he has a crush on me...

For example, he always questions each student in turn following the desks and he always passes my turn as if I were invisible (and I'm right in front of his own desk) 😬

Even weirder : lately he said that his best friend had the same first name as me and just the next day he played the game of "what's your name again? I forgot…" It was ridiculous, obviously so fake and overplayed. Why do such a thing?

How can I figure out if he hates me or has a crush on me?

(Just to make things clear, he is very nice and funny in general -except with me, he's rather cold- but no, I'm not attracted to him. I am just wondering what the heck is happening with this whole weird situation because it's really disturbing and frustrating).

Thank you for your opinion or any advice.

at the time, I was maybe a 10-11 year old girl, who had recently moved to England from America, everything was all good, I noticed that some of the kids and teachers seemed to treat me differently, but for the most part, everything was good and fine. My sports teacher was the only exception, she was truly horrible to me, she only liked you if you werent any other nationality than Britis, and lucky me, I was the only one who wasn’t British, she would constantly scream at me for not knowing how to play British sports, then scream at me for “mocking her” by asking how to play, leaving Me at the end of almost every lesson in tears, so as you could imagine, I would pretend to be sick at the end of the lesson that was before sports and sit in the nurses office (sometimes the idea of being in this class caused me so much anxiety I would actually get headaches and stomachaches). This worked for a while, and i Just assumed the sports teacher was glad I wasn’t in her class anymore. Spoiler alert!! I assumed wrong, my ‘friend‘ convinced me to come to sports one day because the teacher had supposedly mellowed out, I reluctantly agreed, when I went to go get changed, my parents left a note in my sports bag, asking me to be excused from that lesson as my sports uniform was being washed that day, so when I went to the teacher to explain the situation, she proceeded to back me into a corner and scream at me (her exact words were something along the lines of “your just a fat pig who won’t get anywhere In life” and ”I can’t believe you have any friends at all”) a lot of these comments made comments about my weight, my social life, appearance and financial situation. By the time she had finished, I was on the floor outside with my head in my knees just crying my eyes out, it was at this point I realised how little teachers cared, I had to have been passed been by at least 4 teachers, they didn’t ask if I was okay, they didn’t ask why I was having a breakdown outside the changing rooms, but what they did was scream at me for not being in class (says a whole lot about the school system these days!). but anyways, this continues, I told my parents and they must have sent atleast 30 emails about it, the school refused to have me take out of her class, this continued on for nearly 2 years, even after I had gone to the secondary school as she was STILL my sports teacher, and i was only moved from her class once my parents had threatened a lawsuit, i was only in that class for maybe 6 months then I moved back to America, but ye.

in the end, the morale of the story is being polite and going about things the nice way doesn’t always work, you have to fight and struggle if you want things to change. To anyone who’s going through a similar situation, my words of advice are get yourself a fucking lawyer and threaten to sue them 😜

I am currently a fifth-year grade 1 teacher at an international school abroad. I have an Ethiopian refugee student, whom I'll refer to as Student H, and I'm experiencing some issues with her behavior. She seemed fine at first—very enthusiastic and academically inclined. However, an unexpected tantrum occurred right at dismissal, which was quite frustrating.

We were working on a worksheet, where students were only expected to write two sentences by copying from what I had written on the screen. Suddenly, Student H began crying at her desk, and her tablemates brought it to my attention. I asked her to come over so we could talk about her feelings. However, she was mumbling and mentioned that my instruction to "finish" upset her. I found this confusing, as I never said “finish.” I gathered that she might have been frustrated because everyone else was finishing early, as she can be a bit competitive.

I invited her to sit next to me at a table and offered her my paper to copy directly from it. She seemed to calm down, and I thought everything would end well. However, she suddenly threw her pencil hard against the table, sending it flying across the classroom. She started crying again in anger and refused to do her work. At that point, I felt upset too, so I told her that throwing her pencil was “bad behavior” and that she needed to pick it up. She stood up, gave me attitude, and said she wouldn't pick up the pencil or do her work, speaking in a very aggressive tone. Her eyes were glaring at me, and the crying seemed more like whining—very attention-seeking. I sensed a lot of frustration, but she couldn’t manage her feelings.

At that moment, our lower primary coordinator walked in to help with dismissal. She tried to calm Student H down with a gentle tone, encouraging her to clean up and get ready. Even then, Student H closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself, refusing to move or speak. We explained that she needed to get on the bus and that everyone was waiting for her, but she continued to ignore us, making crying noises and keeping her eyes shut. The coordinator spent ten minutes trying to convince her to get up and pick up the pencil. Eventually, she picked it up for her and placed it in her hand, then helped her pack up before leaving with the bus-riding students. We ended up extremely late due to this tantrum.

I called the parents afterward to explain what had happened and asked them to discuss her behavior with her. I also mentioned that I would be speaking with her on Monday morning (this incident occurred on Friday afternoon) and that she would need to finish her work. I did not hear back from the parents. Should I leave them a message to remind them?

Additionally, what could I have done differently during the tantrum? Normally, I would send her to the calm corner, but this was dismissal time, and I didn’t have that opportunity. What should I say or do as a follow-up on Monday? What kind of consequences should I implement?

Critter started out in my freshman creative writing class at a public art school. He was in a class that met on Tuesdays and Thursdays for 110 minutes each day. That was the same class where a freshman girl would pretend to be a cat and crawl under the tables rubbing her face on people’s legs, but hers is another story.

Critter was about as close as a human being can come to actually being a squirrel. He was skittish, unable to sit still, unable to keep his mouth closed, and unable to leave everyone else in the classroom alone. Incidentally, the cat girl was his friend.

Other teachers will understand this: when Critter (what he asked to be called) was in the classroom, pandemonium ruled, and when he was not there, class was productive and enjoyable. Unfortunately, he was almost always there.

Eventually, though, the gods of knowledge intervened. During class I asked Critter to use an adjective. He did not know what that was, nor did he know any of the other parts of speech. When I suggested that he must have learned them by the eighth grade, he told me that he had never been in the eighth grade, that he had gone from seventh grade directly into high school.

During my planning period, I asked our student database administrator to check Critter’s records; sure enough, he had been so out of control in middle school that they decided to get rid of him by bumping him up to high school. It is important to understand that Critter was at an age appropriate for both eighth and ninth grades.

Soon after, Critter was sent back to his middle school, and class, but for a bit of mewling and ankle contact under the tables, was productively engaged in the business of creativity.

So I found this video that helped me a lot with teaching vocabulary to my English language learners but I need more strategies for the classroom. Any other strategies that work well for ELL students? https://youtu.be/MNUeKy8d5Vw?si=exTYRDBLj9IWm6yD

I had a teacher who taught me in both 4th and 7th grade. We’ll call her Miss Erica. Miss Erica was my teacher back when I was still an awkward little kid and trying to figure life out after my parents’ fighting worsened. I didn’t feel safe at home. But I didn’t feel safe at school, either. My grandparents or friends houses felt like sanctuaries. I had been bullied up until Junior High, but I was never aware of it. That was until Miss Erica. There had been multiple occasions that I had overlooked. The time a kid threw a broken brick at me in third, the time I was the only kid no one would let join their groups in second, the gossip in second, the religious harassment in preschool to first, the lack of inclusion and the destruction of my property in fourth. Fourth is when she changed my entire outlook in life. Fortunately, she got to see the outcome of her words three years later. The day she changed everything was typical at the start. One of my only friends dragged me to play the Silent Ball game with a ton of our other classmates, I was getting made fun of, purposefully hit, the norm. I thought that was normal. My friend made a comment, and I jokingly pretended to elbow her in the throat. Miss Erica had been watching us. When she saw that, she called me over. Everyone went silent, and looking back I can swear at least a few of them were praying I’d get in trouble. She pulled me aside and told me to explain what I had processed was happening. The interaction goes something along the lines of what’s below. Me: “We were playing Silent Ball and Evie made a joke, so I pretended to-“ Miss Erica: “I know that, I was watching. What I saw was that you almost hurt your friend without even knowing you were in pain.” Me: “Pardon?” Miss Erica: “You’re being bullied, (Real Name).” When she told me that, it seemed so obvious. I couldn’t say anything to deny it, either. She was right. I just started crying. And I couldn’t stop. I stayed in her class for the rest of the day, and Evie brought me my assignments for my other classes I missed. Miss Erica told them to count me as present. She never told my parents, never told my sister, never told any other teachers. She just kept it between us. I started to rebuild myself that next year. A lot of those people who bullied me stayed, but I had completely changed. I was even quieter than before, I got all good grades, and my parents grew nearer to their divorce. I was a mess, but working to get better. I only cried again in school when neither of my parents had the nerve to watch me get my A Honor Roll certificate. But who was there? Miss Erica. My parents both grew more towards alcohol and yelled at me more often, but I didn’t care anymore. In sixth grade, I had to move schools so my sister could advance to High school, and I would enter Junior High. My biggest fear was starting the whole process over again. But I met my friends there. My best friends. The people who will always be there for me. I regained my confidence and my academics only grew. I had Miss Erica once again in seventh, and I couldn’t have been happier. On our open house night, the moment I entered her classroom, she got extremely excited. Her excitement only grew when she learned I was in her advanced class. She would always mention to me how much I had grown, and not just physically or academically. Mentally. Now, I’m living a much better life, and I have only her to thank. Some of my classmates that are in her classes this year dislike her because of how she teaches or who she is, but I don’t think I could ever dislike her. She gave me the cement to build who I am as a person today. Moral of the story, sometimes when you’re in the pits, there will always, and I mean always, be someone willing to pull you out. You just have to stretch out your hand right back to them to get a solid grip. And sure, you may have to tug a little as well.

Hey everyone! I’ve been teaching for 15 years, but there’s one thing I still really struggle with: contacting parents. For some reason, it absolutely terrifies me—whether it’s a phone call or even just sending an email. I know deep down that addressing behavior issues head-on would solve 99% of my stress, but I just can't seem to get past this fear.

Early in my career, I thought it was because I was young and intimidated by parents. But now, at 37, I’m as old as or older than most of my 6th graders’ parents. Despite that, I still feel anxious about reaching out. Meanwhile, I see other teachers who can call or email parents on the spot over the smallest issues without hesitation.

This year, I’m having major problems with disrespectful students: talking back, being defiant, not doing their work, etc. I know I need to call home and hold them accountable instead of just bottling up the stress, but I can’t seem to follow through. I’ll make empty threats like, “I guess I’ll have to call your parents,” but then I never do it, and the students know I won’t. It's a cycle that I know just makes things worse.

Whenever I ask my colleagues or admin for advice, their first question is always, “Have you talked to their parents?” And I always end up making excuses like, “I’ll give them another chance,” or something else to avoid making the call. Meanwhile, I’m being worn down day after day by disrespectful and out-of-control 11- and 12-year-olds.

Even sending an email intimidates me! I know I’m the adult and the authority in the room, and I’m the one who has to deal with this behavior every day, so I should be able to hold these kids accountable. But I just can’t seem to get into that mindset when it comes to contacting their parents.

My big fear is that parents will get mad at ME, even though, logically, I know that’s unlikely. These kids aren’t angels, and their parents probably won’t be shocked to hear about their behavior. Still, I always imagine the worst-case scenario.

I’m really hoping to get some advice, tips, or even coaching on how to build confidence with parent communication, handle discipline issues the “right” way, and follow through with consequences. I want to be the teacher who means business, and not someone who’s afraid to call home, email, or write kids up. Any help or shared experiences would be really appreciated!

Me and a group of students have realized how much teachers go thought We are doing a project to bring up awareness and bring positivity to the teachers at our school

Anyone ever have a parent sort of “complain” about something but not really provide any specifics on how to rectify the issue?

A parent in my class complained about the communication. I personally think communication with parents has been a strength of mine and I’ve never had a parent in 15 years tell me that there’s poor communication but I’m of course open to feedback. I send home a weekly newsletter that details what is going on in the classroom and important dates. It is sent digitally and a paper copy. We use Class Dojo to send school wide and classroom updates as well. Additionally, we’re only a month into school and I’ve already communicated with her personally 3 times (2 phone calls, 1 message all of which I’ve initiated). She stated that the teacher last year provided a lot more information and things were clearer “but she guesses every teacher is different”. That was a bit unsettling to me because I don’t want a parent to feel that way ever, but I truly don’t know what else I could do? It’s also frustrating when I’ve spend so much of my planning period creating these newsletters and calling every parent to check in and it doesn’t feel appreciated. I even asked her for some specifics and she said: -She said it wasn’t clear what she needed to do for the homework. It’s a sheet per day and a reading log. I communicated this in a note home and at back to school night. -Vocabulary Flashcards were sent home in a plastic bag. She said she had no idea what it was for and her child couldn’t explain it. I asked her if she has been reading my newsletter/notes home and she said she has. The instructions were listed there but she said she “must have missed that”. -There was a fundraiser sponsored by the PTO the school recently did. Each child was sent home with an envelope packet with a specific note written by the PTO explaining the fundraiser. This note was also posted on Class Dojo. This parent complained that ”not much information was provided besides the packet in her child’s bookbag” but her child did not even participate in this fundraiser. There was a note at the bottom of the flyer with an email address to contact the PTO with questions. I’m not exactly sure what other information she wanted, but I provided all of the flyers and information that was given to me.
-She stated that the teacher last year provided a calendar of events like field trips and school events. I have a section in my newsletter with upcoming dates and I’ve provided every date that I can at this point, but I don’t have many dates to give right now. We have field trips and many fun parent events but those are later in the year, which I explained to her.

I wish I could ask the teacher from last year how she communicated but this child was at a different school last year. Any ideas of how I can make this parent feel like she has more communication without going overboard?

It was my first year teaching Senior English in an at-risk high school. A very smart 16-year-old girl, who was always a bright spot in everyone's day, came quietly in to class. She sat at her desk with none of her usual chatting.

I started the class, did last-minute questions prior to handing out their mid-term tests. She didn't participate like she normally did. When I handed her her test she started sobbing. I whispered to her to meet me in the hall.

After getting a neighboring teacher to monitor my class, I stepped out to speak with her. I asked her what was wrong.

“My Daddy kicked me out last night.”

“Do you need me to call your mom?”

“No. Not my father. My Daddy,” she said drawn out and with emphasis. “My Pimp.” She sobbed even harder. “My parents are abusive addicts. They don't care where I am. My daddy took me in. At least I have control most of the time and I'm making money. I wouldn't work last night because I wanted to study, so he kicked me out.”

I told her the test should be the least of her worries. We could deal with that later. We went to the counselor’s office together.

Working together, the counselor, the girl, and I - we ended up finding immediate help for her and within a month, she was living happily with her uncle, his wife, and two cousins she had never met (the uncle had cut ties with his sister when my student was just 4 years old).

After word made it back to administration about what happened, I was called into the office. Silly me, I thought they were going to thank me or congratulate me on a job well done.

Nope.

Instead I was reprimanded for "stepping out of the scope of my responsibilities." I was told that all I should have done was send her to the office for disrupting class. If I "really felt it necessary," I could have buzzed the office to fill them in on the story the girl had shared. That would have covered the mandatory reporting. According to them, I should not have given the girl a chance to confide in me or accompanied her to the counselors office. They very sternly told me, "You need to look at the students as your job. Not as humans."

The following day, I tendered my resignation. I would not be returning the following year.

For those wondering, she ended up graduating with honors and went on to become a child psychologist specializing in at-risk and homeless youth.

Trigger warnings: -Self Harm -Suicidal thoughts -Mental hospital

Okay so when I was in 8th grade I had this English teacher. He was a mental health advocate and he would make sure for us to know that and offered like a safe place I guess. He created a creative writing club and I love writing so I saw him as a father figure. He also wrote this book which was shitty written to begin with but it was kind of triggering since there was a graphic scene about Sh and I was Shing at that time and wanted to off myself. (I am doing much better now) He gave the book to me but I still trusted him. The main issue I had with him was he gave us a journal entry. He wanted.us to write about our day and treat this as an actual diary or journal and he promised not to read. I know because I asked him not to and he promised to not read it. I used the journal and it had very private information concerning my mental health and how I thought I was a bad person because of my intrusive thoughts. Again he promised not to read and only check the dates to see if we did write in it. Mind you this was a vital part of our grade we had to write in it. At the end of the quarter he pulled me to his desk and talked about how he read it and I can talk to him whenever and he has been in the situation too. After that he td the entire class that he read everyone's journals and he didn't give specifics but he just said that he can help all 7th and 8th graders who were mentally unwell. I was upset and felt betrayed and still do but was grateful he didn't tell the teachers what I was doing. He didn't tell anyone that I was cutting and that I had thoughts about offing myself. Only he knew. Also the entire year he only taught us basic grammar and we were way behind in th curriculum causing a lot of unnecessary stress and work but that is not the point. He invaded my privacy, wanted me to tell him my problems, and didn't tell anyone of the staff or teachers about my mental health. From there aka October to the end of February I continued hurting myself and after my birthday Feb 18th had plans to end my life. Thankfully my friend told the counselor and I went to a mental hospital and got the accomodations I needed but I just wanted to vent now that I have a clearer mind of the whole situation. I believe he handled the situation very irresponsibley and He never should have invaded my privacy and read my personal thoughts and feelings.

Hi. I have bachelors degree in graphic design. I’m good at drawing and painting and I love kids, so I want to be an art teacher for kids. I don’t need more degree because I just want to do art class at home as a business. Could you recommend any online courses for me?

Hello! I’m using this as a burner account.

I am a former elementary school teacher who was discriminated against for my gender and sexuality.

I am a gay man and last school-year I taught at an elementary school. After Christmas break, I was called into my principals office for a meeting. In this meeting, she told me I would be being moved to their other campus for the following school year because parents are uncomfortable with a man — let alone a gay man — teaching at the school around young children.

I reluctantly accepted the position at the other campus because I couldn’t afford to be without a job. I felt very uncomfortable after being told the reason the school wanted me to move, but sucked it up simply because I couldn’t afford to leave. No other school in the area would hire me this summer as I searched for a new job. As this school year approached, I was desperate but never found anything.

Are there any legal actions I could take against the school or should I just stay quiet and keep working so I can afford to live still and not be blacklisted? Any advice or even words of encouragement would be appreciated!

What are some local schools in New Delhi, Faridabad, gurugram and noida? Im a fresher teacher with masters. Suggest me some local schools in these areas which would give an opportunity to fresher with no experience. I have taught tuitions for 5 years at different institutes but no school experience.

So just as we are about to start a new school year, I was wondering to run this by others for some advice.

Last year my 4rth grader was called into the office with the principal and the school counselor because they got word of a child by the same name making worry some searches on their Chromebook. Now, they did this without letting me know first, without a call, later AFTER the ordeal and making my kid cry, they just called to say sorry because they had the wrong kid. It wasn't even my kid at all.

When I questioned my kid all she said was they asked a bunch of questions and made her cry and she didn't want to go to school the next day. Turns out the other child was googling stuff about suicide and hurting themselves.

Should I write a letter to the school this year asking to keep my kid out of interrogations without parent concent??

Sometimes you have to take less money for your peace and sanity. That's exactly what I did when I took a job at a majority Hispanic Private school. Everything was going good, I taught Kindergarten, and we had a wonderful year. Periodically, I would get mixed up in some confusion but I always remind them, I don't speak the language so I don't understand. Even though, we were supposed to teach in English everyone but me was fluent in Spanish. So during staff meeting, I would play games on my phone until they decided to include me in the conversation. At the time, that was my only complaint. End of year comes, and principal tells me that next school year, I would be teaching high school. I'm like I don't want it but concede in the process. I was asked to teach 11th grade English in the summer to get used to the group I will have during the school year. The whole English III in 3 weeks, producing a research paper at the end. Majority failed the class but it is private school everyone passes. Not my monkeys nor my circus. And the kids were awful, claiming they didn't understand me because my words were too big. I said thesis statement and they said what is that. So I thought I was getting the Best of the best students only to get kids on or below a middle school level. Again going to mind my business. But my business is that I still have not received my pay for that class and it is now August. So I'm mad mad, but I still concede. Well the Thursday before school starts and the contracts are coming out the next day. I say hey High school is a promotion for me, is my pay going up since I have 6 classes. In the same conversation, reminding her thatl I'm waiting for my summer school payment to come in. Im told that I might have to wait until September or until the scholarship payment comes in that she is owed. I can't prove it but I think the other teachers got paid for the summer because they look surprised when I mentioned it in the meeting. Fast forward, she is blowing up my phone that same evening, now she said that the attorney said that I have to get a pay decrease but still I have to teach 7th -12th English, US History and World History. I asked if I can decrease my classes because the pay is going down, she said no. But she did say that she understands if I decide to leave because she knows I have a lot going on but when the check comes she will pay me. I feel like this is a push to get me out the door, I am the only English speaking teacher there and I am the most outspoken. Do you think I'm wrong to think this way?

i am a teacher of 25 years and team leader for my hall. i made copies of bathroom keys for other teachers to be able to open the ADULTS (Private) bathroom door. administrators are trying to make an issue of this, but there is no rule in the handbook about not making copies of keys.... administrators just say "you can't make copies of keys" but it is not supported in writing or in other teacher information. i reckon i will have to ask them where is this policy? otherwise pound sand i guess. my teachers now all have bathroom keys and don't have to ask another teacher to open the bathroom door so they can use the flipping bathroom - ridiculous for a college-educated and professionally certified adult not to have a key to the bathroom. BTW last team leader asked for same keys and as he says - he was "shot down" on his request. he left the school due to lack of support (this is an example) >> now school secy wants to CYA and "never got asked" about the keys.... oh yes, i did make a "sign out sheet" for my teachers and after they signed having received a key i took it directly to school secy... i took the initiative and instead of "hey thanks for taking care of your teachers" i have a bunch of admins frowning at me... told principal i did not know of any policy in handbook that said "don't make copies" and he did pause to consider that.... maybe he will see the light on this one....

(Im not a teacher just for clarification)

So in the 5th grade I had a teacher , he was a really nice guy , pretty laid back always made sure you knew how to get your work done . Just over all a really nice guy. At the time I really didn’t see to much off an issue with it but he always kinda lingered around kids for a little bit longer then usual. But as a 10 year old you probably wouldn’t think to much of it. But a while later I graduated high school and all that stuff and during that time he moved up to 6th grade . And up till this point I’ve always heard good things about him even from family members. Until yesterday, I look at my local news nothing to out of the ordinary for me , until I see his mugshot , I was shocked but not as shocked when I found out what he was in for . He had 3 felony counts of child p**n found at his home. Safe to say i never want anything to do with that man anymore.

When i was 17years old, i attended one religious school. I still remember how my english teacher asked us to do an essay about ourselves and everyone needs to go in front and correct the grammar or vocab. (P.s : south east asian school). So, i was wondering why we had to do this essay of self introduction as i consider this to be elementary level even though my english is not on par with others :(((

so i started my essay with. "My name is Vanessa. Vanessa means well. " Of course Vanessa is not my real name but i just wanted to tell that my name has a good meaning. The teacher make fuss about it. She told to all my clasmates and she kinda laughed about it :(( eventually, she asked other classmates to corrected my mistakes while announcing it. and I was about to cry when everyone laughed at me :(( is it that hard not to annouce it and just told my mistake to me :(( i still cant forget her face. :(( and also at my university, my lecturer told me and my classmates that the oxygen here was wasted because of our class' existence ----just because we didn't do what he told us such as to sing a charlie puth song in front of class, didnt come to his quiz (unintentionally )and ya , not really good term with him :((( dont make me start telling everyone how this lecturer put all our final year project (hardcover) under his shoes and telling everyone that all this projects by this classmates (my class) are worthless. :(((

As i grew older, im eventually becoming a lecturer at famous university. I always hate teacher but here i am , becoming one. I really hope i will not become like my teachers :(( but im surprised how much hate i received from a person called teachers. Through this profession, i hope i can be a good teacher. Praying.

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This one student told me that his mum asked me to not take a lot of leaves. BRUH! I FUCKING HAD DENGUE! I'm sorry I don't want to die in front of your child!

I asked my students if they could define "gullible" and one of them told me that the answer was in the ceilling. As I looked up, I soon realized what being gullible really was.

Before I went to my school, they had a teacher that slapped a student. Here's how the story apparently goes. The student had Mocked and insulted the teacher, he had ignored that and continued until it was enough. He told him to get out and the student just spat on the teacher. The teacher then snapped and hit the student right in the face. The teacher was fired and doesn't go to our school anymore.

My 5th grade teacher was a strict woman who believed in rules and schedules. The teacher was mostly clueless towards the boy/girl teasing, and it remained unpunished and unnoticed...until the last month of school. You have to understand, there was some rivalry between the boys and the girls. The girls had their group and opinions, and the boys had their own group and opinions, and there were a few people who were mostly unbiased and spectators of the teasing, including myself. It began when the girls started taking the boy insults seriously, which was mostly exaggerated and mostly harmless. That was until the head of the group, a rich girl, went to the teacher after being accused of antagonizing the boys, among other things. She told her exaggerated story of the boys being abusive towards her and her friend group, while crying and bringing in "witnesses"-which just so happened to be her closest friends-of the incidents. Little did my teacher know that earlier that morning, she and her "witnesses" were huddled around her backpack just before they talked to our teacher. They were gathered there with a bottle of something and a dropper, putting a liquid into their eyes that I was familiar with. Earlier that month, the rich girl had brought a bottle of actor tears which they use in the movies to make them cry. The rich girl was using those tears to create fake emotion, so they could sell their opinion of abusive behavior. After hearing the story from the girls and seeing the artificial emotion, she had the principal come to give us a half-hour talking to about bullying, with the teacher inserting her own opinions as well. Even the boys who were not involved in the arguing were getting lectured, so the girls just made it worse for every boy, because they were in the library reading while we were getting lectured and yelled at by our teacher. After the lecture, the boys were abused by the girls from then on, knowing that they would never get caught or punished. After the school year was over, two boys complained to the school and the teacher supposedly quit, but some rumors went around that stated that she had been fired. So, after all that, the teacher was gone.