Mom makes it her mission to sabotage teacher's career after teacher unfairly picked on her 7-year-old kid: 'I wanted only to ruin her'

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Ben Weiss • Writer and Editor
Nov 17, 2024 8:00 AM EST

If there is one cardinal rule in life, it should be to never mess with a mom. If this story serves as proof of anything, it's this principle. At the very least, one should not try to mess with this particular mother.

Her 7-year-old kid was unfairly deemed a bad apple by his first-grade teacher despite the fact that he had done absolutely nothing. It was one of those power-tripping cases where a teacher just wanted to flex her muscles and assert her authority… even if it was over a 7-year-old. One day, she punished the Redditor for fidgeting (we'll let you all read exactly what this ridiculous punishment was, but let's just say it was more than uncalled for…). When the kid's mom found out, she had her kid transferred to a different school.

But she didn't stop there. She wound up getting an advanced degree, becoming an educator herself, and systematically blocking this terrible teacher from getting another job anywhere in the school district for the next several decades. Talk about payback! Keep scrolling below for the full story and for the best reactions from folks in the comments section. For more, check out this story about two rebellious teenage students.

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    A cruel teacher meets a patient, motivated and relentless mom.
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    I went to first grade in the early 80's at a small school that was affiliated with the church we attended, the one my parents were married in (this is is relevant). This was in a smallish city in the Pacific Northwest. Kindergarten was delightful and I loved my teacher, who was kind and loving to all the kids.
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    First grade, however, was a nightmare. Teacher, we'll call "Mrs Hagner", was a probably late twenties scarecrow of a woman, and was one of the cruelest human beings I ever met. I was just a happy go-lucky
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    little kid and my best pal was a sweet girl whose parents were friends with my parents. We were just excited to go to big-kid school. Mrs. Hagner, for some
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    reason I couldn't figure out, never warmed to us. She was super sweet to the other kids, but was always curt, and very quickly, cruel to the two of us.
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    Some memories that stick out to me: she started to refer to us as "the bad kids" to the other kids in class. I know that I was well behaved, even moreso than the other kids, but it didn't matter. By
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    mid year, the other kids knew us as "bad" and would happily make up all kinds of bad behaviors to report to her, that we swore, used the lord's name in vain, stole things, etc. Nothing of the sort ever happened (I was terrified of her and at that point barely spoke
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    at all, because her responses were always cruel). She lavished them with hugs and praise for this, so it of course got worse. Every day at "play time" she would instruct the class that we were NOT allowed to play,
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    because we were "bad kids". We were always forced to stand outside of the group without speaking. The son of the principal was her favorite. She
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    deputized him as the good kid who would speak for me if I needed to go to the bathroom, etc. it was endless.
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    One particularly cruel memory was when she put me in a garbage can and made me stand there as she directed the class to put their lunch garbage in it,
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    punishment for "fidgeting" in chapel. I remember always sitting as still as my little body would allow, but I probably scratched my nose or something, I was six! I remember crying as I stood there,
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    my feet soaked in milk, apple sauce, juice... when my mom asked about my shoes being ruined, I told the truth...and Mrs Hagner lied. Said I climbed into the garbage. My little friend was once called "W trash" by Mrs. Hagner, when she asked to go potty, and cried as she ended up wetting her pants. I remember this vividly.
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    Most days I was forbidden to speak, move, or ask for anything. To do so would incur verbal and more punishment. The other kids were forbidden to speak to me or even acknowledge that I was there. I
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    didn't understand it, I was just a little guy, and I wanted so badly for my teacher to like me. Man, was only a six-year old kid. I didn't know why she loved all the other kids, but always was cruel to me. I started to cry after school, and became withdrawn.
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    (☐, ten years later a kid in that class said to me in when we were in high school that he remembered how I was the "bad kid", and all the punishment I got daily, but couldn't remember what I ever did).
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    After speaking with their friends (who's daughter was my friend) and comparing notes, my parents put two and two together, and finally realized what we were enduring and enrolled me in public school where I thrived. My
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    dad, who didn't understand or want controversy in his church (he later angrily regretted this and wished he had done more) thought that was the end of it. Mom had other plans.
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    At the time my mom was still learning English, but she knew something was terribly wrong. Wrong with the school, wrong with Mrs. Hagner. When my parents were married, a group of women in the church objected to the pastor marrying them because she was Mexican and my Dad was white. Yup, it was
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    that kind of "church" in that kind of town. The pastor told them to p sand. Mrs Hagner was one of those ladies. My little friend's parents were fine people,
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    working-poor, but I think were seen as from "the wrong side of the tracks" and weren't really seen as the "right type" (this was what my mom recalled).
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    So, within three years my mom perfected her English, and got a degree in education. All while raising us and working her off. She got a job as a teacher.
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    Then she got her masters degree. She taught in my school district for 30 years. She was a beloved, respected, and effective educator. Once a few years ago I
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    mentioned that school and that it had shuttered a few years after I left. I also said I remembered how mean Mrs. Hagner was. My mother, the kindest, sweetest, most loving little lady in the world looked at me and calmly told me this:
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    "That woman was evil. What she did to you and that little girl was wrong. When that woman tried to apply to the public schools, I told them what she did to you. For years. Every time. Every year. For twenty-five years I stopped every administration in every school from hiring her.
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    To my knowledge, Mrs Hagner never saw the inside of a classroom as a teacher again. My sweet little mother, (now the most loving retired grandma in the world to my kids) spent almost three decades coldly,
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    relentlessly, and with great patience wrecking any chance that monster had to ever teach again. Mom, you are a treasure.
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    TLDR: my mom learned English, got an advanced degree and career in education to the wreck the career of a cruel teacher for decades.
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    EDIT: To answer a couple questions below and expand (I felt like I was going long so didn't add for brevity earlier): My mother never told Mrs Hagner of her actions or "explained" anything to her. She said to me "I
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    didn't care if she felt bad, changed her ways, or learned a lesson. I wanted only to ruin her." She had no interest in helping her become a better person. My little friend stayed in the school, but was only in her class a short while and had different teachers
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    from the next school year until it closed. And to be fair, the pastor of the church was a straight-up good man. Shut down the group of ladies' garbage instantly.
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    However, his flock and the church school, as well as my hometown in the 80's had a significant number of folks that were like her, which is why I called it "that kind of church and town."
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    EDIT #2: Wow! I'm really tickled by the positive vibes sent my mom's way. I've shown her the post and responses; she responded in her perfect Abuelita way (read with light Spanish accent): "You see? The world is
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    still good. People know right from wrong. At my age, I know the world is not broken!" Now she's singing in Spanish to my two year old who loves her more than anyone in the world. Thanks for all the positive vibes fellow travelers.
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