ANSWERS: 53
  • The smell of the school cafeteria is the worst thing that I can still remember. Heck, I can still smell it if I think about it. Yuck.
  • Oh dear God...I can not believe I am going to admit this, but...I wet my pants in first (or maybe second) grade. Stupid wench hall monitor would not let me use the restroom even though I begged her every time she came round. We were last on the roster to be released for lunch that day. I have never forgotten her...Ms. McGrath...I hope she felt guilty about being such a B*cth to a young child. They had no clean clothes in the nurses office in my size so I had to wear these HUGE corduory pants with TWINE looped around my waist for the rest of the day and on the way home.
  • I was put over the 1st grade teachers knee and spanked. Her name was Miss Coe. May she rot in hell if she is still alive. I had only passed a note to a friend. My mother went up to the school when I got home and went back up to school to the principals office, and I guess the teacher almost got canned! I was humiliated of course, and I think it was not then or is it now appropriate for ANY teacher, especially working with a 6 year old kid, to touch them like that, no matter what they did. Especially for such a small infraction. I remember her face even. Wish I had a dart board to put a photo of her on now!
  • My 6th grade teacher, she was horrible didn't teach what she was suppose to which made me behind in my junior high classes especially in math!
  • Being constantly made fun of, especially for not having Nike Pumps.
  • Some of the teachers there were just horrible. Verbally abusive yellers. No one needs that, especially a child. Teachers like that should not be teachers and when I look back on it hindsight, I realize that they must have felt really miserable about life in general.
  • Cafeteria food, and gym class!!!
  • one really mean girl who got me in trouble for liking the same guy as her (?) and i had to go to the principle. she also stabbed me in the back this year (two years later), lied to my face, and spread rumors that i like my social studies teacher. kids can be really mean...
  • Throwing up in the hallway.
  • I peed my pants in 3rd grade.
  • Being picked on so bad I didn't show up for most of second grade the first time. And it was even worse when I had to repeat it. It continued till high school because my family was the one that everybody talked about.
  • I was physically threatened from a girl who's younger brother accused me of beating him up. It was a nightmare because everyone there was egging her on. Luckily I was saved from the teacher when I almost had to throw down with a girl.
  • being in fear of the kids in 5th and 6th grade
  • I have two perspectives: first as a student, about one month before the end of the school year my fifth grade teacher announced to the class that these two, pointing at me and another boy, will be staying with me next year. This announcement shocked me so much that as the end of the year approached, I found an opportunity to look at her grade book trying to confirm my destination. I could not make sense of it but was promoted to sixth. Second as a substitute teacher, I was working a second grade classroom when a child remained behind at recess. I tried to encourage her to go outside and play but she was afraid of the other children who physically mistreated her due to her minority status. She also said that the playground teachers were not helping her. I was at a loss for any action that I could take in my 5 days at the school.
  • I remember my second grade teacher breaking a paddle on the backside of a skinny kid in my class just because he couldn't read well enough. I will NEVER forget that as long as I live.
  • The toilet paper in the girls rooms were squares of rough white paper that was a little better than sandpaper.
  • Getting sick in 6th grade & rushing to the bathroom. Made it inside the bathroom, past long lines of people going to lunch, and throwing up just before getting inside the stall. The janitor lady was in there & saw what happened. But that sweet lady just told me not to worry, cuz she knew I was sick & she'd take care of things.
  • My childhood ( First Grade) best friend was hit by a truck and was severely injured "Brain Injury" and permanently disabled.
  • The mean old nuns.
  • Unfortunately, I did not make it to the bathroom in time in First grade. I was humiliated. In 6th grade, I balanced myself between two desks and was swinging my legs up in the air, whne one of the desks slid sidewyas and my face slammed down on the floor. My face swelled up and I then threw up, but no one offered ice or anything. I stayed thru the day and went home on the bus.
  • When i was in 2nd grade...i was best friends with this kid (i prefer not to mention any names) and i talked to him EVERYDAY we always hung out at school...well one day he didnt show up..and it kept happening for about 2 weeks. Finally my principal brought me into his office and my parents were there...apparently my friend had went to check the mail one day and he was hit by a car and killed on impact...his grandfather watched it...he never seen the car coming nor did my friend. I cried constantly for about a month...i didnt fully understand the concept of "death" until then. It really hit me hard...Thats the worst thing i remember from grade school
  • The other kids. Also, my step mother.
  • art class and gym
  • I would always line up to get picked to play baseball by the other kids, but being a nerd,it was not to be. If and when I was picked (very rarely if at all) I would hit the ball out of the field and always got a home run, but it didn't matter. To this day I still think of the humiliation of being left standing as the other kids not as good went to the field.
  • I never had much of anything as a kid and I think I spent most of my childhood being hungry, cold, tired, scared and lonely. In grade school i heard some big kids talking about how all the food in the bins was given to the hungry children in the other countries. I remember holding on to a little sandwich every day at lunch time and i would take the corner of it to eat then whisper I'm sorry and quickly wrap the sandwich back up and put it in the bin for the hungry children. I did this for so long I couldn't even remember how long. One day a teacher asked me why I did this and I told her. She laughed and told me I was silly and that wasn't where the food went. I will never forget how guilty I felt for wasting it and the other kids laughed at me for being so stupid. In that moment I learnt all about dishonesty, cruelty, shame, guilt and hatred for people who hurt others.
  • My fifth Grade teacher.
  • At one point during my 4th year (14/15yo) there were people in my school that wanted to kill me, I also had a dad that beat me, people in my estate that wanted to kill me and people on the bus to school wanting to kill me. Both the people at my school and in my estate had pulled guns on me and shot at me and the people on the bus had hit me with small baseball bats and pulled knives on me. Fortunatly, as I am sure you can see by the fact I am answering this question, I got out of all the trouble I was in at the time.
  • Everything!
  • My teacher wouldnt let me go to the toilet, and i shit my pants i was only 6
  • Two: A teacher called my work "abysmal"...in the 3rd grade! I worked really hard on a paper...and then was accused of cheating! Oh, the horror, oh, oh.
  • Where to start. Being kept in at recess in kindergarten for not coloring properly. Being so terrified of the yearly "speech" at the beginning of the year about bathroom privileges and what would happen if we got out of line that I peed my pants in first grade because I was afraid I would be told "no" if I asked to go. Being "grounded" in the second grade for poor writing (which meant not being able to get up from my desk at all for the whole day except lunch, was not allowed free reading, could not do extra work when done with regular work). Then the teacher's husband died, she forgot I was grounded (understandable), and never mentioned it to the sub. The sub was an elderly, frightening woman with a booming voice and fuchsia lipstick. When the regular teacher came back near the end of the year, I finally screwed up the courage to ask about it. She said she was sorry she had forgotten, but in the meantime, I spent a hunk of my life just sitting in my desk with nothing to do. I could keep going, but I think you get the idea.
  • Third grade was a horrible nightmare --but the worst was they refused to refrigerate the milk and then insisted we drink it even though it was not properly kept!I would tell the teacher I couldn't drink it and she would give me the evil eye. I finally just stopped drinking the milk and left opened smelly milk cartons in my desk. Made for an uncomfortable space but no way was I going to drink nasty milk. NO way!
  • Being teased.
  • if grade school is our equivelant of primary school then i would say being bullied the idiots!
  • I actually loved grade school. The only bad thing I remember was in 4th grade. There were 3 Rick's in my class, and since my last name began with "Mc", I was called "Ricky Mac", and I hated it! There was one girl that liked me throughout grade school, and I still remember in 5th and 6th grades, hearing her holler down the hall "Ricky Mac, Ricky Mac"! It STILL makes me cringe! That's the only thing "bad" that I remember.
  • My teacher scratching her fingernails on the chalk board.
  • 1. Mean, inconsiderate teachers that single out kids and make a point of them in front of the entire class. 2. Recess, when my friends weren't there for the day. 3. Learning to write with pencils and getting calouses on my fingers. 4. 5th Grade, going the entire year w/only ONE art project. 5. 5th Grade, getting counted off on spelling tests because I didn't hold the paper correctly or connect the letters perfectly, although I SPELLED all the words correctly. 6. Wearing clothes I hated sometimes, that my mom picked out. (Until I learned to be sneaky and change before I went to school and before she came home.) :D
  • The worst thinh I remember about grade school is when I was in my last year at my school which was sixth grade. I'm seriously clumsy. I took a sip of water and I accidently drop the bottle on my pants! My pants are soaked and it looks like I've wet myself. It wouldn't have been so bad if the 2 boys I like hadn't been sitting next to me! I was horrified! But that didn't last. I'm dating one of the boys, Cody. All is well. Now.
  • seeing my friend forget to close the door when he went to crap.
  • Cooties. I was terrified I'd catch them because they were every where. I didn't know what they looked like so I was certain I'd waltz right into a patch of them and be doomed.
  • My 3rd grade teacher and her insanity!! AUGH! Just the thought of it drive me batty!!
  • Fifth grade, got beat up by a first grader! Haha j/k!:) That never happened. Seriously, it never happened.........dangit leave it alone!!! :P
  • Being ostracised by kids I grew up with because they found out I was born overseas. There was a horrible wall of prejudice against the British migrants who came to our school because of the hostel nearby. One little girl was driven to a mental breakdown by the attacks of other girls. These kids were only 10 years old! Because I happened to be British born, despite my parents just happening to have married overseas, I got lumped in with the migrant kids. From then on, my only friends were British, with one exception. When the principal nominated me for Captain in year 6, I got four votes, from the four British kids in the class. It was a horrible time. Friends came and went as they moved on. These kids would fight with me (even physically once) for being friends with the British kids. When they would have a falling out, one or two would come to me and ask to be friends, then turn on me as soon as they made up with their group again. The only good thing about Primary School was the classwork...which shows how bad things were!
  • Being forced to hold my pencil the 'right' way even though my way enabled me to write perfectly well. Being terrified I wouldn't have a partner to stand with in the line. 'Mental maths' where I frequently got 2 out of 10 which was then announced to the class. I'm not one to hold grudges.... ;)
  • I remember in 4th grade me and my older sister had the same door to line up behind and one time she yelled "Hey everyone my sister put jellybeans down her pants and ate them last night" and of course a small school everyone nows everyone... there went my social life for about 2 years till we moved everyone got soo mean and made me cry everyday because of her it was horrible
  • Everything!
  • not being able to speak the english language
  • The teachers didn't seem to care. Grade school, middle school and especially high school.
  • the tattletaling.
  • I had to choke out a bully. He shoved me one too many times and I had enough. I caught him slipping and we didn't have problems after that day.
  • My first grade teacher was a total meanie! Once in her class I was sitting at my desk like an angel when this little pervert who had a crush on me decides that he should stick his head under my skirt. I yelled for the teachers attention, but when she turned around she said,"Miss Peterson, it is unacceptable for you to put your skirt over Andrew's head!" I was indignant and turning beet red. Apparently she liked him better than me.
  • Everything My primary/grade school was an absolute crap hole. The teachers were morons and the kids were pricks. High school is better, people are nicer and cooler
  • I didn't like the way we were treated like little monsters all the time who didn't do anything we were told. At that age, all I wanted was a little respect and choice and I would be very cooperative, instead, I was assumed to be disobedient instead of being given the chance first. Here is a link to some great math tips to help kindergarten kids like math. <a href="http://www.squidoo.com/Fun-Kindergarten-Math-Games" target="_top">Click Here!</a>

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