“Dang, I had a 6th grade math teacher that thought embarrassing a kid in front of the class was a motivator and that scarred me for years.”
Mrs. Felts, 5th and 6th grade 1962-63, Nashville, Tn. She would take one of those thick yard sticks and beat your butt. She always ridiculed you in front of the class if you couldn’t recite the multiplication tables. We had a music teacher that threw a music book and knocked the top off of the string bass while a guy was holding it. School was tough back then.
Mrs. Hill, 6th-8th grades, 1970s. Constant threats, ridicule, and scorn. Her so-called aide called me a b____in front of the 8th grade class while they both laughed. All because I could not understand the math and a piece of filth kept stealing my work.
Had a crazy band director that threw everything at us at the drop of a hat. Learned to duck.