Marilyn Moreno
From San Marcos (Student)
Yes. In fourth grade I had this old teacher named Mrs. Donovan. She would ridicule lots of people in the class after reading stories they wrote. It seemed like she did it to me the worst. I always loved writing stories, and I stopped after that. I doubted myself. Now, in college, I write and teachers say they like it. Oh, and one time during kickball, I was on first base and forgot to run. She pulled me out of the game, which was humiliating.
Leo Mederos
From Chula Vista (Waiter)
My teachers never humiliated me. But I saw one once in 11th grade that kind of freaked me out. He got mad at a student and kicked his stool over. He then took an empty coffee cup and threw it across the floor. The thing slid under our desks. It was in Imperial County, and the teacher’s name was...
Jade West
From Downtown (Waitress)
I grew up in Long Beach, and I had a teacher that was always ragging on me. I was a Chatty Cathy, and he’d always embarrass me. The worst was when he said I had a crush on this boy that sat next to me. When you’re that age, you hate things like that. And besides that, I didn’t have a crush on him.
Nikki Garvin
From Downtown (Waitress)
In third grade for summer school. My mom was a teacher, and I had her then. We were painting shirts and I accidentally rubbed one of them against my face and had blue all over. Other kids started doing it. We called it “Smurf Day.” I’m sure I had other teachers that embarrassed me, too. But that day, my mom really laid into me.
Emily Parker
From Vista (Student)
I had teachers that I embarrassed. Oh, wait, there’s one time a teacher humiliated me. Well, it was more of a general embarrassment. My dad had really long hair. He picked me up from school, and the teacher looked over, thinking that was my mom, and said, “Tell your mom I said hi.” That was really awkward.
Juli Russell
From San Marcos (Waitress)
It seems the few times I was humiliated or embarrassed were in kindergarten. This was in Mission Viejo. One time [the teacher] yelled at me for calling her “Mom.” I remember crying on a few different occasions. One time was when we had to make these things with construction paper, and you lace it with yarn. I didn’t do it right, and my teacher made me feel bad for doing it wrong.