Ah Lord, there were a few. I went to an awful academy for Years 7 to 11 where something like 23% of the people got 5A*-C in my year group... I've narrowed it down to the absolute worst of the worst.
- My year 10 physics teacher. He taught us completely the wrong modules, then wondered why the majority of us ended up with E's and D's in the modules. He told me I was useless, but then I taught myself and got A's and A*'s in the modules (the only one in the class to do so) when they were resat. He took the credit, and shouted at the class "if she can do it, so can you". Stupid onion head.
He left after year 10 results day. I was the only one in my year to get an A in physics, and that's because I self taught after our chemistry teacher had to teach us physics as well in Year 11.
- OCR Nationals ICT teacher for Year 10 and 11. Grrr. I'd got Distinctions and Merits in Year 9 with a fantastic teacher, but we got lumbered with this useless thing and he lost our coursework. Would never help us, would just sit at his desk eating donuts and screenshotting our activities. I became very pissed off with him once...He basically told me in front of the whole class as we were walking out, "you're one of those people who can't afford to get fewer than two GCSE's in ICT to get the 5A*-C". Luckily, someone stuck up for me, saying "but she's an A* student who's also doing her A level chemistry". He looked at me in disbelief as I just shook my head at him and walked out. Imagine his face when he opened the paper after GCSE results to see I'd come out top of the year.
- Year 10 English teacher. Lovely, funny woman, but couldn't teach or control our class.
- PE teacher. My GP became fed up with having to write letters to her as she wouldn't believe I wasn't able to do it.
- The deputy and assistant head principles and the heads of sixth form. Without my consultation, they decided I had to leave the school on the day I'd enrolled at their sixth form because I was apparently "too bright" for them, and they thought they'd be "letting me down". This resulted in me having to transfer to a school I never wanted to go to, to do subjects I never wanted to do, and my already low confidence sunk even lower for a whole two years and I didn't do anywhere near as good in my A levels as I should have done had I believed in myself (I still did well, but not as good as I wanted). I would have complained, but my brother went to that school and I didn't want to make things awkward for him. When he was applying for sixth form, he didn't apply to theirs, and they kept trying to persuade him to stay. He turned around and said, "After what you did to my sister? No way, not happening".