"The day before I was due to fly home to have bone surgery, a student who rarely tries to speak English to me came to me out of nowhere. With no expression, she walked up to me and said in perfect English: 'You are going to die' then walked away."
"I was a kindergarten supervisor, which meant I took a class of kindergarteners to recess, lunch, and rest time. I had one student, whose mom had already passed away, repeatedly draw and play the creepiest story about a dad killing a mom and threatening to kill the little boy if he didn't stop crying. I reported this and finally did some digging.
The boy's mom passed away in a car accident. I have no idea what that other stuff was about. I also had the misfortune of seeing my neighbor commit suicide in front of me.
The first day his son returned to school, he sought me out. He asked if I knew what happened to his dad. I froze because I didn't want to start crying or let him know I saw what happened. He cocks his head to the side, smiles, and says, 'Isn't it great?' I get goosebumps just remembering."
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"When discussing what students want to do during their summer breaks, a student spent a good 15 minutes telling us how he would like to go into the woods with a friend on a really long hike until the other person was totally turned around and lost, and then walk away, leaving them. He then detailed the many terrible things that could happen to his friend if he did so. It was brutal, detailed, and thoroughly planned.
I'm not the primary teacher, just a support teacher, so I defer to the primary teacher most of the time. This was one of the few times I felt so uncomfortable with what was going on that I put an end to it first. I'm not sure if she just wasn't listening after having heard 12 other students talk, or if she was stunned into silence."
"My degree is in elementary education, but student teaching showed me that I absolutely did not want to be a teacher for the rest of my life. While I was student teaching a fifth-grade class, I had a student who was extremely manipulative and emotionally unpredictable. She'd failed fifth grade the year before and fourth grade the year before that, so she was older than her peers and very aware of how to 'work' people if you will. Her mom was a regular around the school, as she had two other kids enrolled who were often in trouble.
My student had a doctor appointment and her extremely religious mother came to our classroom to retrieve her in the middle of the day. As soon she saw her mom show up at the door, this girl jumps up, runs over to the brick wall we had in the classroom (the rest were just regular drywall), and starts banging her head against it with force, screaming, 'Satan lives! Satan lives in me!'
Her mother burst into tears and grabbed her daughter who was bleeding from her forehead, begins shaking her and screaming at her in what I'm guessing was tongues. It. Was. Insane. That was one of many instances where I said to myself, 'I can't do this for a living. Just give me my degree and I'll be on my way.'"
"Two years ago, I got a kid mid-year, which was no big deal. His grades come in and it turns out he's been juvenile lockup and are coming from their alternative education program.
The student comes in with a shaved head that looks like a pumpkin and those tired eyes that come with a sleepless night. I think, 'Ok, kind of odd, but let's see how he does.' He comes in on a lab day and joins a group of some wannabe gangsters who don't really do anything but by the end of the lab, they've not only done the lab but were quiet and collaborative the entire time! This kid is a motivator, he's great!
The next day, they had another lab and the kids are in the same group. I tell myself, 'Alright, they're going to work today!' Five minutes after the warm-up is on screen, one of the boys comes to me and asks if he could be moved to another lab group, I ask him what's wrong and say they did a great job last time; he lowers his voice and the tough guy persona drops and I see a scared little boy: 'That new kid is a demon and the other guys want to get away from him too.' I'm a little concerned but I can't move them anywhere else since it's a full house that day. I apologize and tell them to try to get to know him and I'll be close the whole time.
Fast forward a week and this kid is known school-wide and even the real gang members avoid him. It turns out he was in juvie for setting fire to his family's apartment that spread and killed his elderly neighbor. There was also evidence of him torturing animals and he's been abusive to his mom and little brother. Being 13 years old, he can't go to real jail so he went for the max time in juvie (two years) and was released on parole.
Apparently, as part of it, he couldn't be around fires (difficult considering that's what they were working with a lot at the time of year in chemistry).
Anyway, on top of freaking the kids out, he would often make advances on the female teachers and follow them to their cars. He even publicly pleasured himself in one of their classes while looking right at them. He turned his attention on me when I nudged him to wake up in class and told him to get off his phone. This kid followed me to my car every day for a week and would leave threatening notes and obscene pictures on my windows after I got there in the morning.
The administration didn't do anything about all of this, so eventually, all of his teachers got together, held a parent conference, and wrote up a complaint to the school board detailing the problem. It took another week of dealing with this kid before they caught him trying to bring a knife into school and that was grounds to suspend him for a few days. When he came back, he tried it again but this time tried pulling it out and threatening one of the security guys to let him in. He was tased and arrested and we all were glad when he didn't come back."
"A student picked his nose until it bled then put his finger in his nose and used the blood on the tip to make a pattern on his paper. He would also frequently look at other students and drag his finger across his throat with no expression on his face. He was 8 years old."
"A pale white, blue-eyed, blonde-haired 6-year-old girl told my co-teacher that my co-teacher was pregnant in the middle of a math lesson. She said it as monotone and creepily as you can imagine. The kids even cringed. My co-teacher found out a week later that she was was pregnant. She had no idea. According to my co-teacher, the way it went down was like this: 'Miss R, you are pregnant.' 'What?' 'You have a baby in you.' 'Uh...so back to math.'"
"I teach high school kids, and I think a lot of them don't understand that we can see what's going on under the desk. I often have to tell couples to keep their hands off each other because it's against the school's code of conduct. There was this one couple in particular that I had to talk to almost every day.
One day, while everyone was working on group projects, I was wandering around the room helping and I came up behind the pair and something wasn't quite right. The girl had her jacket on her lap, and the guy had his hand under it. I cleared my throat, and they both jumped. I felt bad for the girl. She was pretty red-faced, and it wasn't from her boyfriend."
"I'm not a teacher, but we had these brothers at my school that were just incredibly different. They were both still freshmen, even though they were 19 years old.
One of the brothers gets suspended for two weeks; not even expelled for looking up dog films and pleasuring himself in class. I still ask myself what happened when I think about it."
"A friend of mine had a summer job at a daycare back in high school. One of the students asked for a Band-Aid after cutting himself. She gave him the Band-Aid and then another child walked over and asked for one too. He had some form of a mental disability, so she told him that he couldn't have one because Band-Aids are only used if you're bleeding.
He then proceeds to walk away and return a few minutes later asking for another Band-Aid. My friend started to turn the boy away again until she noticed the blood coming from his hand and the staple he had shot into his arm. She quickly and calmly called the teacher over for assistance and the kid was sent home for the day."
"I had this best friend for a while. She was a super reserved Christian girl who was adopted by her grandparents. She was a really nice girl, if you leave out the super religiousness. She was homeschooled and I asked her why. 'Oh, well in kindergarten, a boy pulled my hair and I stabbed him in the leg with the teacher's scissors.' I got out of there once she started acting a little too creepy for me."
"After a suicide bombing, my friend decided to paint and wrap a bottle of glue to make it shaped like a bomb. He then walked to the teacher's desk and opened his jacket, to which he had tied the bottle. This teacher had lost two brothers to suicide bombings."
"I once had a little girl in the third grade who would eat the skin off her hands. When asked why she did it, she said, 'because it tastes good.' Looking over in circle time and seeing blood everywhere because a little girl is systematically removing her own skin is not a pleasant way to start the day. I assume it was an eating disorder because of malnutrition. I told the office and recommended that she get help. We brought in food for her.
Another time, I had an honors high school student decide to consume his tamarind candy paste with scissors by putting the edge in the paste and then licking the scissors. I told him to stop. He was shocked when he continued and sliced his tongue open.
I have a student who regularly throws scissors. When I tell him to stop, he says, 'But I do it at home. See?' and shows me his hand, which is covered in scars.
The creepiest thing I've experienced was when I was working at a summer camp. This preschool kid started talking to me about how tired she was. I looked at her and the whites of her eyes were blood red. Not like bloodshot, like 'is there about to be blood dribbling down her face?' red. I calmly asked her if her eyes hurt. She said, 'Oh. Are they red? Mommy told me to tell you. I had surgery yesterday, and that's why I wasn't here, and the other counselor has my eye drops.' BEST possible resolution to that. But crap, that was terrifying."
"I'm a substitute teacher/aide and one day I was in a classroom with another aide and a little girl with pretty severe autism. She's around 8 or 9 years old and has been mainly nonverbal up until around the last year and right now her speech is very limited. That one day, the aide and I were talking while she was painting. All of a sudden she bursts out laughing and points in front of her.
The aide and I looked at each other and I was like, 'Whatcha laughing at over there chickadee?' She just deadpan stares at me with that creepy slow head spin and glassy-eyed gaze as if she was looking through me. Then she just snaps out of it and goes back to laughing. Whatever she was seeing or thinking, I'm just glad she thought it was funny."
"Adam was a second-grade boy with significant behavioral concerns. I asked him why his fingernails were so long. Adam responded in a flat tone, 'So that I can make people bleed when I push my nails into their skin.' He is an incredibly articulate student."
"There was a student from Africa in my class. While my back was turned, he took out a lighter and set the hair of the girl who sat in front of him on fire. Another student helped and put it out quick, but several others saw it happen. When he was asked why he did it, he said, 'To see what would happen.' It was his first day of school."
"A co-worker of mine works at a school for troubled children. She has a student who, every day when she says good morning to her students as they walk in the door says, 'I hope you get assaulted.'"
'I had a student with autism before. Once, we were alone in a room while playing with a ball. I was teaching him how to properly catch and throw the ball when suddenly, he pointed to the spot directly behind me. Then he said, 'Oh no! He's here!' I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prick up and for a while, I just stood there looking at the kid, not daring to look behind me.
See, this kid only has a few phrases he usually says and most of them were automatic; he was taught to say things to specific situations. This was the first time he had ever said that."
"I have worked in schools for about 10 years. I started as a tutor, and I am now I am a long-term sub. I currently work in a very poor district, so this did not happen all at once.
There was a lot of harassment from students to staff. This was a big problem. A couple of boys followed a female teacher to her car numerous times.
A student accused a teacher of being a pedophile because he asked her to put her phone away. He brought it up to administration and they did nothing. They told him that if he complained the problem would get a lot bigger for him. This was around 2015. After this, he just stopped teaching. The administration tried to keep him because he was a science and math teacher, but he walked right out of that school.
A girl spread a rumor that she was sleeping with a student-teacher. He was about to get fired but he and the principal had a sit-down. The girls were asked to stop talking about him but remained in his class. On the bright side, he left the school and is now doing something else. They still haven't stopped talking about him.
A student hit a teacher so hard the teacher had to leave for a day. The student was suspended on Friday and back to school on Monday.
Another student bit a teacher's hand. The teacher had to be removed from class. The student came back the following week.
I had a student stalk me. I brought it up to administration, but nothing happened. She further cyber-stalked me. This was around 2010, so people didn't know what cyber-stalking was. She stole my phone but later returned it. She had deleted texts, messaged herself, and I don't know what else. She also snatched the phone out of my hand and ran into the girl's bathroom. Another student had to return it to me."
"When I taught third-graders, one of them heard voices and would talk back to them out loud. Of course, the other kids assumed he was always talking to them. He would often say, 'I'm going to kill you because you're fat' to the voices he hears but if a kid was in his area and heard it, they would usually come tell me that he called them fat. As in, the threat to kill them didn't bother them as much as being called fat did."
"I once had this kid in my class who was diagnosed with a lot of behavior issues. The little boy was taught by a private tutor half of the time, and the rest of the time he was in his own little corner. Jacob had totally given up on school and he was not even yet 10 years old. He didn't know how to read and could only recognize letters. He really wanted to sit in his own little corner and just do nothing. However, isolating him wouldn't be helpful for him in the long run and I had the bright idea to put him next to the quietest little girl in our class. I figured he wouldn't mind it too much.
So I'm in the middle of teaching some math when the little girl raises her hand. 'Wait for me to be done Helena,' I said. 'I might cover your question.' She just patiently waits, always with her hand up but then she starts to shake her hand and gets up. So I tell her, 'Helena, is everything okay?' as this was unusual from her, and she just replies, 'Jacob was peeing on me, I'm all wet now' as she starts to cry.
Jacob was just standing there smiling and says, 'I told you I wanted to be alone.' Helena got to shower and change while her parents picked her up. Her parents were understandably upset at the whole situation.
That was seven years ago, and the last time a teacher updated me about him, he had dropped out in the eighth grade and police officers often came looking for him for 'things they suspected him to have done.'
I feel bad for the kid and his parents. I knew his mom and she tried really hard to make her kid like school and behave. She gave up her career to stay home and dedicate her whole life to him. She even volunteered at the library and around the school to have more time with her kid. The kid obviously loved her; he'd always hug her and be happy to see her. What happened wasn't because of his mom not caring about him or having a bad background, it kind of just happened because of his behavior issues."
"I'm an English teacher in Japan. I was talking to one of my girls who was always a practical joker. I asked her about her mother, and she said 'My mother is in heaven.' I started to say 'Oh my God, I'm sorry' and what not, and she stopped me, laughing, and said, 'I'm joking. My mother is in hell.'
She laughed and I hesitantly laughed back. Then she started waving goodbye to the ground. I thought she had such a weird sense of humor. I found out her mother actually did die a few months earlier."
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