Have you ever met a teacher who upset you?

I said a perverted teacher, the head teacher of my first year of high school. A woman about 1.5 meters. She teaches Chinese and her husband teaches computers. She should be about 25 years old. God knows why she targeted me.

When I was a child, I was one of those other people's children. I play well every day and study well, and my composition has won various Olympic prizes. My parents also treat me like a boy, careless. In junior high school, I was a top student. At that time, I didn't know how to lose my mind. I went to boarding voluntarily, and I feel that it is a very proud thing to go to boarding to cultivate my self-care ability. I go to school early, one year younger than the children in my class, but I am very tall. Everyone in my family grows up very early. I am a freshman 166, and I look more mature than most girls.

Unfortunately, I was assigned to this woman's class. Just in grade one, not yet 12 years old. Talk in class and eat snacks. After class, I have no idea about boys and girls falling in love. But inexplicably, after a week of school, the class teacher frequently asked me to go to the office to chat. Every chat begins with: "Don't feel beautiful …". Then, just like checking prisoners, she asked me to report to her which boy I talked to and what I said. From time to time, I am asked to ask in my office. After a long time, I get scared. I live in panic every day. I don't know when she will call me again for questioning. At that time, when I was young, I was called to the office by my teacher and felt that I must have made some mistakes. I don't know what to do, and I dare not tell my family. I think I told my parents, and they thought she cared about me. Because of fear every day, my academic performance plummeted. The class teacher even affirmed her judgment: "I just seduce men every day." So the academic performance has dropped. Then she stood on the moral high ground and attributed my poor study to my carelessness in making friends. At that time, I was the best girl in my class. I forgot what that girl meant by calling her parents. It should be something like talking in class. After seeing the teacher, her mother ran up to me and pointed at me and told me not to play with her daughter again. Said I taught her daughter badly. I was completely ignorant at that time, but I didn't know what that meant at that age. No play, no play.

Then slowly, I played with another girl, who loved reading. We write articles, novels and essays together. Until one day, her father also came to me, saying that I couldn't play with his daughter, and warned me not to associate with boys as an elder. I secretly cried this time, and even now I think about it, I am still very sad. Suddenly I feel that the world is unfair to me, and I am afraid of something I have done nothing wrong every day.

But I don't know what to do. This difficult year and a half passed and the teacher was transferred. But my mind has changed. The sunshine of the past turned into cynicism. Fall in love as she wishes. I saw her again in high school. With three children, she looked haggard and ragged. Her husband abandoned his wife and children and she led a miserable life. I didn't study hard, mixed up for a few years, and woke up a little late, but I got into a passable university. Now I'll give you a signal. If I hadn't met her, maybe my life would be different from now. However, because of her, I fell in love with her earlier and learned to know love rat earlier. I'll tell you the story of love rat next time.

Once a person in our class was late and asked him to draw a QR code, but he had to scan it. Finally, people are not drawn, and parents will solve it.

Another time, at work, the teacher searched my schoolbag. When I found my mobile phone, I put it in a bucket. As a result, only one person in our class put his mobile phone in, because he used Samsung.

When I was studying in my hometown in the fourth grade, the Chinese teacher somehow targeted me! I am a freshman, and my first day's homework is preview, but I can't, so I am free. The other freshman didn't write. But it seems that her family runs a beauty salon! Then the teacher throws books directly in class! Right in front of me! On one exam, I got 80 points. I wore a cotton-padded jacket because of the cold. When she called my name, she said, "mental derangement, it's so thick on a hot day!" " Although it was quiet, I still heard it ... Then at the end of the semester, a classmate got 88 points (his previous score was only over 50 points), and the teacher changed his score to 68 points! When he went up to get the test paper, the teacher threw it directly into the trash can in front of the whole class! It's filthy! In the second semester, her attitude towards me completely changed! Not for the better, but for the worse! Always give me something I haven't done … and then let me run around the school 10 times. That school is very big! /kloc-You can run for one day after 0/0 laps! Run after school if you can't finish running, and don't let me eat! I also took photos and sent them to the WeChat group, saying, "This is not homework! But I wrote it! ) "My mother watches me write every day, and then every time there is a festival or something, let me clean up, just me! I can't watch it every time ... the examiner asked me why I didn't go down, and I could only answer my foot pain! Visiting my home only talks about my shortcomings, but my mother knows that I never do bad things! She actually said that I didn't want homework, so I talked in class and asked me to take part in activities. I didn't go to school to fight! I didn't do it. The teacher thought my mother didn't know? The teacher arranged the last place for me, and I made it myself ... Every time I bought a new pen, she said I stole it, and then I took it for myself! Once she kicked me directly, I was practicing calligraphy, and she spilled all the ink on my favorite clothes! There are still many things that can't be done at one time!

I met a teacher who made me super unhappy. I haven't forgotten her for decades. In fact, I am an intolerant person, but I just can't forget this. It was the third grade of primary school. I was too careless and rushed to the swimming pool. I didn't put my clothes together. As a result, I lost my skirt with suspenders (fortunately, my underwear is very big). I don't want to tell the teacher to go home like this, and I'm afraid I'll be scolded when I go home, so I'll let the head teacher help me find it. Maybe she is eager to go home. Not only did she not help me, but she also criticized me in front of many classmates, which made me very angry! Besides, mom asked me to go home. I still haven't forgotten to refuel. A while ago, several primary school alumni and teachers got together. At first, they asked why they didn't invite female teachers, and some said that they had no contact with other teachers. At the last party, it was said that the female teacher died. I thought she was young? How can it be? At that moment, I instantly put down the thing that I hated her. People always keep the happiest and saddest things in their hearts for a long time.

The poorer the place, the worse the education and the worse the quality of teachers. My primary school is in a small town in northern Anhui. I didn't study very well in primary school. Actually, I didn't understand it either, but I was too careless, so I didn't do well in the exam. The head teacher of grade three and grade four always uses me as a negative textbook to educate other students in the class, and also scolds me in front of the whole class, saying me in insulting language more than once. My father also beat and scolded me many times because of my grades. In the fourth grade, I transferred to another primary school in our town. After the teacher of another school asked me about my grades, I knew that I could only get 60 or 70 points in the previous exam. The teacher made it clear that if my grades were still so poor after I transferred to their class, I would drop out. She won't allow me to drag my feet in their class. Unfortunately, after I arrived at my new school, my grades improved by leaps and bounds, and I was directly admitted to the top two schools. Since then, my academic performance has been in the upstream, until the university, but that unpleasant experience made me still lack self-confidence and discriminated against the profession of teachers.

Our PE teacher in grade four can only be described as mean. I broke my leg at that time, and the doctor told me I couldn't go to physical education class. I told the class teacher, and the class teacher expressed his understanding. I told the PE teacher that I would just ask the PE teacher for a leave. I went to ask for leave, and the PE teacher looked at me with contempt, but I still approved it. When it was time for free activities, I went over to chat with my best friend. Unexpectedly, when he saw me, he came over and pointed at me and shouted, didn't you break your leg? I think you are very good. You can really pretend. I thought your leg was really hurt. You were sitting there and still playing here. Who are you kidding? I'll just hehe, I'll pretend after a few steps? Won't he call me coquettish if I don't leave?

On another occasion, our teacher delayed class, which caused us to be about 2 minutes late for physical education class. When we assembled, he stood in front to scold us and greet our ancestors for eighteen generations. That's not enough. We were also punished to do squats, each with 100 strokes. Two students in our class explained to him why he was late, but he didn't listen, so he added another hundred squats to them and counted them himself. Since then, people in our class,

In the first grade, I changed my position because of a microcomputer class. The teacher had to stand up by roll call. The class was in a mess, so I arrived early and someone didn't hear me. ) Then it was my turn and I stood up. The teacher insisted that I didn't stand up. Then you asked me why you didn't come forward. Did I tell you to stand up? I said, teacher, I stood up. The teacher said, so you mean I'm blind? I said teacher, I didn't say that. The teacher told me to go out, and then I came out and slammed the door and left. Afterwards, my mother asked me to apologize to the teacher, and I apologized. The teacher said, what will you say except that you are sorry, and then said, I will forgive you, but not now. She didn't apologize for it and asked me to go out in front of the class. . Hmm. How interesting

What annoys me most is my class teacher.

I didn't finish my homework today. So do most of my classmates. The teacher asked us to write on the playground, which was nothing. Then we go to the shade to write. The teacher saw it and said nothing. Later, he actually said, did I let you write in the shade? I told you to write in the sun! This is punishment!

Another time, our physical education health class was physical education class, which was changed into a math class. Our classmates didn't say anything either. Later, the Education Bureau came to check. The teacher stressed that if people from the Education Bureau ask what the physical health class is? We answered: math class. Our head teacher said: You have to say physical education class! It's physical education class! Did you hear that? This is a math class, but you won't let us talk?

Black heart school! Black-hearted teacher! (Not including all schools, I only said mine)

Both of them are experiment teachers. One likes to touch the thighs and buttocks of male students, and the other has been cursing. At that time, I wrote down everything he said ... and shared it with you ... I think you will make up for the drooling man in your mind.

Hey, hey, you can't connect such a simple circuit. How was the exam last year? Let someone else take the exam. . Hey, hey, that's you. Which college are you from? You nuclear engineering student can't even answer the circuit. What do you want to do in the future? . . Hey, this is a circuit. You can even take it down and reconnect something for me, so that middle school students can get it out without tinkering. Why not? . . Go and show me the handout. . What, you didn't even give a lecture. How did you get along with such a long experiment and didn't go to the introductory class? Wait a minute. Let me see which college you are from. You are also a student at the alphabet base. You are not giving lectures at your base. . . And, hey, that was a joke. There are no handouts in this line. Let me see you. Your arrangement is all mechanical. You didn't teach you handouts mechanically, did you? . Hey, you can't. You're a robot, right? What, you are a telecom? Hey, this is really a telecom. You shouldn't know that. You have studied telecommunications for so long that you can't even learn the simplest part, and people can't do anything. The middle school students' grades are coming, so go to school for another year. . You two are still laughing. A man and a woman, what are you two doing here? Are you here for an experiment or for love? (PS: It's just that a boy and a girl happened to be sitting together in a black T-shirt, and then they were scolded for nothing. Later, they told the girl that I didn't mean to insult you. You just described it in two words on the internet, so I won't say much here. It is not good to say no! Why don't you two go around the park and do some experiments? How suitable and beautiful it is in the park. . You said that college tuition is so high, how much does the state subsidize you every year? You don't cherish it. I just took the exam last year. Why don't you have any consciousness? At this time, a classmate finally stood up: teacher, you should calm down now. Teacher: I am calm. You don't know anything. How can I be calm without giving alms? This classmate: Teacher, this is not good for you. Teacher: Not good for me. Let's go to the headmaster's office now. Let's ask, what is it that you came here for more than 600 minutes to do experiments and don't even remember the handout? You stood up for them. You people have the nerve to say that you have studied physics!

Suddenly I remembered another teacher.

He is also an experimental teacher. He especially likes to touch the buttocks and thighs of male students. Just before doing the experiment, he wanted to demonstrate. Coincidentally, every time he demonstrated on my computer, then I was there, and then patted my thighs and ass from time to time. Moreover, other students also reported that the teacher had such a problem. Really, it's embarrassing, but I dare not say anything. Tell me, if I am a little melodramatic, is he sexually assaulting me?

It's nice to know so many strangers just for the college entrance examination ... smiling face.