Report Card/ Teacher Comments You Recall

Oh, back to the original topic.. "back in the days" when teachers either ignored changes in a child's behavior or didn't concern themselves with it- one teacher wrote I was well-behaved, got "honor" marks, and he "enjoyed having (me) in his class." The next school year I was nearly flunking out, and this next teacher wrote "all she does is write notes and annoy others."
 
katlupe said:
It was not on my report card but my forth grade teacher was at a PTA meeting and my mother was on the board and she told my mother she wanted to speak to her about her daughter. My mother said she was embarrassed the way she said it to her like I was a horrible kid or something. Then she told my mother that there was something wrong with me because when other kids would try to talk to me during class or hand me a note I would not answer them or look at them. My mother told her it was because I was deathly afraid of her! I was. She was the meanest teacher I ever had, Mrs. Mullins.

Then the last day of school for me (because my family was moving to FL) we were standing in line waiting for the bus to go home and someone spoke to me and I answered them. Mrs. Mullins slapped me! She got her chance just before I left. I always remembered that but not that I did something wrong............she did. No wonder her nickname was "battle ax Mullins."
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@katlupe, I can empathize. It wasn't a "comment" on my report card, I was also attacked.

I was in third grade and went to Our Lady of Perpetual Agony. My teacher was a nun named Sister Terminator. We had to copy a paragraph. I misunderstood and wrote a paragraph about my dog, Tootsie. We handed our papers in and were told to read a book while she checked our work. All of a sudden, she yelled out my name and called me up to her desk. Uh oh, that's never a good thing. I had no idea what I'd done wrong. I was just sitting at my desk reading, like I was told to do.

So I walked up to her, and she marked a big red F on my paper while yelling at me for getting it wrong. Then she proceeded to pick me up by my little peter pan lapels and shoved me into the black board with my feet dangling, while yelling at me the whole time. When she dropped me to the floor, I kicked her in the shins and ran out the door. Sister Terminator ran out after me and dragged me to the principal's office. The principal called my mom, who had to leave work to come and get me.

I told my mom what had happened, and she wasn't even mad. She didn't understand why Sister Terminator went crazy on me and said that she had no excuse for doing so. She said I'd made a mistake and I should've been given a chance to copy the paragraph because I misunderstood the assignment. I agreed. She also told the principal that Sister Terminator better not ever lay a hand on me again. I hated Sister Terminator. She was a mean old bully and a wretched excuse for a nun. But I loved my mom, she was terrific! :)

Bella ✌️
 
Bella said:
@katlupe, I can empathize. It wasn't a "comment" on my report card, I was also attacked.

I was in third grade and went to Our Lady of Perpetual Agony. My teacher was a nun named Sister Terminator. We had to copy a paragraph. I misunderstood and wrote a paragraph about my dog, Tootsie. We handed our papers in and were told to read a book while she checked our work. All of a sudden, she yelled out my name and called me up to her desk. Uh oh, that's never a good thing. I had no idea what I'd done wrong. I was just sitting at my desk reading, like I was told to do.

So I walked up to her, and she marked a big red F on my paper while yelling at me for getting it wrong. Then she proceeded to pick me up by my little peter pan lapels and shoved me into the black board with my feet dangling, while yelling at me the whole time. When she dropped me to the floor, I kicked her in the shins and ran out the door. Sister Terminator ran out after me and dragged me to the principal's office. The principal called my mom, who had to leave work to come and get me.

I told my mom what had happened, and she wasn't even mad. She didn't understand why Sister Terminator went crazy on me and said that she had no excuse for doing so. She said I'd made a mistake and I should've been given a chance to copy the paragraph because I misunderstood the assignment. I agreed. She also told the principal that Sister Terminator better not ever lay a hand on me again. I hated Sister Terminator. She was a mean old bully and a wretched excuse for a nun. But I loved my mom, she was terrific! :)

Bella ✌️
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Sister Terminator? That was a good name for her!
 
a good student, she is quiet and shy, needs to socialize more. Her
grades are above average, but she should do better.
 
The only one I recall, (I never spent much time in school anyway). was before age 7, when I went on to another institution.......my mother read it out loud to me "Lethargic and Uninterested in Class".

Hey, I was just a kid, otherwise I might have suggested it be changed to "Bored Shitless".
 
RadishRose said:
Yes, Uncle Buck!

"Here's a quarter. Go and have that thing taken off your face!"
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That reminds me of my Uncle Manuel.

A happy bachelor all his life, Uncle Manny didn't like kids much. Whenever I'd get close so I could watch him and my dad work on a car or go through some fishing lures or something, he'd look at me very intently while leaning toward my dad and say, "Why don't you give this kid a quarter and tell him to take a long hike?"

Subtle obvious hint. I thought it was funny, though. And when I look back on it, I think he appreciated that...his eyes would smile.

Worth mentioning; my dad would always immediately say something like, "Mickey, you wanna give us a hand here?" or "Mickey, hand me the 3/4 wrench, would ya?" And that's when Uncle Manny's eyes lit up.

🙃...family dynamics, am I right?

(Mickey = my nickname)
 
5th or 6th grade English teacher (Mrs. Warren) on the first day of class scolded me for coming in the wrong door. Said I should have known which door to use after my 4 sisters had her class. WTH!
 
My last college..nursing program. I received a paper with a B grade and quipped to the instructor that “I was just a B student”. She looked me in the eye and said “no….you are an A student who does B work”. Believe me…I never got another B
 
Oh boy... this question brought back a bad memory. 🤪 It's not a report card comment, but I was always an average high B student... A's in the subjects I really liked. Buuuut one year I hated math with a more fiery passion than other years and rebelled against trying to learn. Right there among my A's and B's on one report card was a glaring F for math. Oy! Story doesn't end there...

Mega years later (and just 5 years ago) I saw that teacher on Facebook. Agonized about whether or not to "introduce myself" and tell him what that stupid F did to my life and self esteem 🥺 (I pulled it up to a C+ in a couple of months, though, and the a B-). Well, I did it... wrote to him, he sent me a friend request, and we became friends of sorts. Never would have believed that in the early 70s. hehe

I still hate math, for the record. 🙀
 

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