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

[BruhWhy]

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’d like to tell the teacher that refused to let me go to the toilet at my first day at a new school in a double lesson when I’d just turned 13 that I was pregnant by my abuser and later ended up in hospiTal seriously ill

To my biology teacher, I was really bad at getting classwork and homework done and everyone in the class knew it. Even though you sarcastically announced the results of the mock exam with the words ' I don't know how she did it, but Dunkery got top marks of 92% ' That encouraged me and inspired me to realize that I could pass exams even without the class and homework marks. And I got an A* in Biology.

@PhilCornwall1

I did get the chance, as I went back to the school to work as the IT Manager and two teachers that really stuck in my mind where still there.

Maths teacher, who said to me "you will never go to university, you're too thick.". Could tell him I did go, graduated and he was talked shit and should never have been a teacher. He had the shock of his life when I walked in the staff room.

My computer studies teacher. He always believed in me and encouraged me and we had a great working relationship. He was one of the best teachers I ever had.

Fantastic!

Bridget Boyce - I was lucky enough to have you as a teacher twice in primary school. You were the first adult in my life to see me as an individual and a likeable person. I am so grateful to you.

Mrs Thompson who taught me maths and PE in Yr6, "Why do you think humiliating children will mean they can suddenly come up with an answer to a maths problem?" Also; "Of course I 'run like a girl', I am a girl!!"

Mr Hall who taught me maths in high school, "Thank you for your patience and understanding, you helped me overcome the panicky feeling I had whenever I was put on the spot with a maths question.

Also, thank you to Jackie who taught me sociology A-level in college and advised us not to go to uni if we weren't sure what we wanted to do, it gave me the freedom to decide on a different path which eventually led me to uni but when I was ready and keen to go, not when it was just what I 'should' do.

@Zakky1, did your David's last name begin with a P, I had a teacher in infant school called David who played guitar and wondering if it's the same one

I would tell my history teacher how much I enjoyed his classes. He was a hoot and loved history (he had worked in a foundry after leaving school but loved history and studied at night to go to university).

I’d tell my PE teachers (a husband a wife team) that they were unpleasant people and ask why they chose to work with children (who they obviously hated).

I’d tell my music teacher that we all thought it was just weird that she often wore see through blouses.

I’d tell my form teacher that she was a horrible bitch and picking on me because you hated my sister (possibly homophobia) was a crappy thing to do. Also the day I got you to sign my leavers for and you tried to embarrass me in front of a class of year ones by asking if I was going to work in the local factory - and I said “no - I’m off to university to do the course I really wanted to do. I got an unconditional offer last year but they deferred it because I was only 16, that’s the only reason I stayed for 6th year...’

Mrs L my primary 7 teacher. You were amazing. Protected the class from the frankly psychotic headteacher and his outbursts.

Your kindness meant the world to me. I think you knew that I was unhappy at home. That year I was in your class I learned so much and gained some confidence.

Year 4 primary teacher - you laughed at my project on the job I wanted in the future and said “girls can’t do that job”. You humiliated me in front of the whole class which gave me confidence issues.
Secondary school form tutor - you singled me out as a “perfect” student which made others bully me, when I accidentally forgot 2 trivial things in the same week you accused me of attention seeking and trying to fit in with the crowd. You said you’d make sure you didn’t praise any of my work going forward and you have me a bad end of year report. You made me feel like anything less than perfect wasn’t good enough. I set such high standards for myself in education and working life and criticised myself if I failed anything.

To my German teacher who told me on GCSE results day I didnt deserve the A I got I would like to ask how exactly she thought I didnt deserve it and wether it made her feel better saying that?

Thank you Ms Poole for praising my writing style and introducing me to Mary Wollstonecraft I think you recognised a kindred spirit and I'm grateful for it.

To the male supervisor who roared in my face at point-blank range: I was 11, it was in a silent room filled with 150 other people and I was terrified. Thanks for that

The awful cow who blighted my life between the ages of 6 and 11. Is ask her why she was such a racist bitch and why she took that out on me and humiliated me at every turn.

And one of my secondary teachers. I’d ask him why he and the others ignored me and cast me off as a thick trouble maker when they knew how awful my home life was, why they didn’t believe I was being horrendously bullied, why they ignored a clearly depressed and self harming teenager and why none of them cared.

And the nun who was the head teacher who told me I’d never achieve anything in my life. I mean, she was right. But I would like to know why you would say that to a teenager who was clearing in distress and struggling.

Miss Hanna, you were one of my first teachers I loved your lessons. You died whiole I was still in junior school.

Mrs Wilson you were my English teacher when I was preparing for GCE. You died in my last year and I missed your guidance but I still passed in your subjects. You laid a good foundation.

Two female PE teachers in secondary school . My weight and eating habits were none of your business , but you felt it appropriate to comment at every lesson. I have hated any type of physical group activity ever since .

I loved you then and I love you now, even after all this time.

Mrs R: may I see your lesson plan and explore with you exactly how you intended to improve handwriting through the means of shouting and humiliation? And then we'll discuss the diagnosis I later received which explained why humiliation therapy didn't really achieve much.

And Mr P. God bless you, I wouldn't have survived that year without your help.

Oh and in primary school

P1 - my god woman did you live on black coffee and fags?
P5-7 - call yourself a ‘Christian’? You were the meanest, most unpleasant human being I was ever taught by. You picked on the kids you didn’t like, made fun of the one kid on class who didn’t have a dad around, has favourites (but specifically told us that Jesus didn’t have favourites) and tried to put the fear of god into us (quite literally).

And the school secretary - who the hell did you think you were? You didn’t own the bloody school and seemed to hate children.

Oh and whilst I’m at it - the drama teacher. What a cow. Let me be the lead character (all nicey character) because you chose the kids with characters opposite to the roles the played .

And yes, Mrs Weir... we did call you ‘weirdo’.

Mrs W, giving me the "sticks and stones" advice when I was about nine and getting bullied (had been and continued to be for years). Guess what, you were so wrong. Useless thing to say.

To the chemistry teacher who told me I should have more respect for myself when you walked in on me very obviously being sexually assaulted, fuck you for failing a child who needed you. Your reaction gave my attacker more confidence. Fuck you.

Mr Hoskin, I wish a very slow and painful death for you and I look forward to dancing on your grave.

I was being bullied so badly that I was feeling suicidal and all you did was call me into your office and tell me off for lying about it. Telling me that there is no bullying in your school when I spent every break hiding in the computer room as I was scared of being anywhere else is unforgiveable. The bullying ramped up when the bullies were told that I had complained about them but hey, you didn't give a shit, did you?

Big big hugs to all the posters who had terrible things done to them by teachers.

Listen you grubby fucker, its really not ok for you to give me a solo detention and sit there staring at me for 30 mins with your legs wide apart with a fucking hard on It's rank.

You were a bully and a stinky dirty old man who should never have been allowed near girls.

I'm glad you are dead and you should be too because over the last few years I've thought about reporting your behavior to the police, and as you know it was witnessed by other pupils.

Also dyslexia does exist, you writing it on my essays didn't stop it.

Oh and by the way 90% of essays I 'wrote' where actually ones my mother had written and I copied into my writing.

Someone must have know something was wrong with you and your behaviour towards me because I was allowed to drop English Lit when I passed English language early.

Mrs M - It is "we were" not "we was" and a secondary school English teacher should really know this .

Mr T - calling someone articulate is not an insult.

Mr W - I'm so sorry I let you down. I was going through a lot at the time and my assignments really suffered. You saw me change from a happy, ambitious student to an anxious wreck who needed to get her arse in gear and take control of her life. Thankyou for all your help and I'm sorry for the stress and drama that seemed to follow me every time I saw you. It must have been hard to fail me and I was ashamed of how I disappointed you. But, I came back stronger and passed in the end! Thanks for believing in me.

@MrsSteveMcDonald

Mr Hoskin, I wish a very slow and painful death for you and I look forward to dancing on your grave.

I was being bullied so badly that I was feeling suicidal and all you did was call me into your office and tell me off for lying about it. Telling me that there is no bullying in your school when I spent every break hiding in the computer room as I was scared of being anywhere else is unforgiveable. The bullying ramped up when the bullies were told that I had complained about them but hey, you didn't give a shit, did you?

I had the same thing happen to me. I hid in a toilet cubicle every day before school, every break time and every lunchtime for four years.

I’m sorry you had that experience too