If you could sit in a room with a teacher of your choice from your childhood and tell them anything, what would you say?

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I often think about running into my P.E teacher and letting her know that what she didn't know about me was that I was being neglected by my parents, and was ashamed about the way I looked and smelled... also ashamed and worried about the fact I didn't have period products, and that's why I made excuses and forged notes to get out of P.E - I wasn't lazy and stupid, she didn't need to shout at me in front of everyone and say these things, all she needed to do was ask and I'd have told her...

I'd also love to tell my lovely English teacher that him telling me that my essay was the best he'd read that year was the first compliment I'd ever gotten from a teacher, and I still think about the way that made me feel to this day

I am not thick

Must you shout Mr Smith? Did you never notice I sat in tears in the front row and you never even noticed...

Thank you - you changed my life.

I'd love to tell an old teacher that he was a nasty bully and to f* off. And then tell the headmaster about his behaviour - he picked on me and the only other non-white pupil and hit me once. His lessons were traumatic

Mrs Vercoe you were the best, you were the solid caring adult that I needed.

Why did you join in when that boy harassed me? What the fuck were you thinking?

Thanks for getting the kids who bullied me to write notes about how they felt about me, which were then passed around the whole class. Made me wish I was dead at the age of 13. Lovely.

I would tell my final years junior school (yr6) teacher that although the (harmless) things he did to help my self confidence would not be acceptable these days, he really helped me, and 40 years later I still remember what he wrote in my leaving book and take note.

That there's nothing wrong with my ability in maths. It was your awful teaching that was to blame.

Miss Herring with the curly dark hair who was a student teacher when I was at middle school. I loved your creative and fun lessons.

You're about 65 now, so if you're reading this - I hope you had a great career and thank you.

I’d like to tell one of my teachers how bad his classroom smelt of B.O and that I struggled to breathe let alone focus on the subject being taught!

I'm not shit at maths. Two years from now I'll be repeating maths on my own and getting an A.

My business teacher. You were the only person over the time of my high school career that was kind to me. Your words of encouragement have carried me through so much. You helped me when I was lost, confused and feeling utterly worthless.
I hope life was as kind to you as you were to me.

My gcse pe teacher: thank you for never chastising me for being late for my theory lessons Wednesday morning and understanding why. You rocked!
Mr Simpson you stopped me visiting my dB saying id fail all of my GCSEs and telling me I exceeded your expectations when you gave me them. Well guess what all those medical appointments I had were for visits to my dB so Fuck you!!!

Please lose weight Mrs o and address your health conditions or you will die before you hit 40 leaving a young child.

My art teacher in secondary.

She taught me nothing and just paraded my work around somehow taking the credit. Was truly odd. I'd like to ask her if she ever did any actual teaching because i never witnessed it.

Id tell them I loathed school and loathed most of them.

“I knew what the answer was, Mr Roberts. I was dying to say it out loud but I was worried I’d get it wrong. The class was seated in a semi circle and I could feel everyone looking at me. You screamed. I was in Year 5 or 6, aged 10 maybe? God, you screamed so close in my face I got spittle and could smell your coffee breath. I still feel the shame. Why?”

Mrs W... You didn’t like me either. Same age group, aged 10, we went for the class’ swimming lesson. I was obese and being brought up my grandmother who didn’t have much fashion sense, my swimming costume didn’t fit properly and my strap kept falling down. I was developing before all my friends and as I climbed out of the pool last I noticed you look at my chest, I saw your face - you looked embarrassed but I didn’t realise why until I walked into the shower room and everyone shouted my name, laughing and pointed at my chest on show. Now I’m probably around your age and a mum, I would never do that to another girl. I would just help her readjust her costume before letting her go to the other children.

I know they didn’t like me because my mum has been a teenage mum and she’s turn up to school drunk. I wasn’t clever or pretty like the others.

Secondary school; 1997. My first day in Year 9 having just moved from another school. Deputy Head asked me quickly to choose my subjects, I kept saying “in my old school, I chose...” and he got angrier saying “You’re not in your old school now”. I felt my eyes sting. If only he’d known my beloved grandad had died the year before and I’d only moved to the school because my mum was an alcoholic after her abusive boyfriend died of an overdose.

Hated school. It’s made me so anxious about my own children’s experiences at school and I’m dreading dropping off tomorrow morning.

That i didnt end up on the streets or in prison like he predicted
I actually went to university and got a degree instead.

I would tell the teacher I confided in about my mother being abusive that her advice that "you only have one mother, parents know best" that she has blood on her hands.

💐 some really sad posts here

I'd tell my history teacher thank you. He took me told me I had an obvious passion/aptitude for history and that I mustn't listen when people tell me there's no future in studying it - he then winked at me and walked away in his quiet unassuming way.
I'd like to tell him that my entire career (archaeologist, historian, latterly writer) is due to the fact because of him I never listened when people told me it was a bad decision to focus on such an 'irrelevant' subject. His was the little voice in my head telling me to stick to my guns and I still love what I do.

Thanks for everything- Orchestra/choir/band etc were amazing.

Btw what you said to me when I changed course for my degree was completely correct. You had the best of teaching times. We were very lucky. Thank you!

I would say "thank you Mrs Smith in my Y7 English group who told me that I would def be going to university because that always stuck in my head even when my parents didn't want me to go because it would cost too much money. Mrs Smith in Y7 said I could and I did 💪

And also Mr Henry my A Level history teacher who was one of the best teachers i gavevever met, loved his subject and was passionate about every student he ever taught.

When I started in year 7, my pe teacher who was also my tutor told me I wasn’t cut out for p.e, he left when I was in year 10, I did gcse p.e, I passed it, got A* in my practicals....I’d tell him, not to judge a book by its cover. He knew I was on the girls football team and the basketball team but he never saw me in action as he didn’t coach us.... he was a good tutor though... I sometimes wonder if I’ll bump into him, he is originally from the town I now live in which is 70 miles from where I was born, I know his mum and brother lived here as he often told us. I work in a place I know he used to visit as he raved about it.