This little girl, 4 years old, drew her teacher. I asked if the teacher did something to her what se didn’t liked.
But she only came up telling me about here lovely teacher.
What you see is the teacher who is sitting in class reading a book. There are small stools where every student sit.
The teacher told a story and after telling the story she sang a song with the class. You can also see a tap who the students need to use after they eat and have dirty hands.
(A random story from a 4 year old girl)

THE STORIES

A story from a 5 year old boy. You see the teacher sitting in front of the class. The class is listening to here and to the other students telling little story’s. This little boy told the teacher a story and the teacher sticks her tongue out. He didn’t like that at all. (The teacher probably made a joke and the boy didn’t understand.)

A story from a 7 year old boy. You see the teacher standing in front of the class. It was her birthday that day, so she played games with the class. In the front you see a little hand pointing to something. The teacher walks to that something and hit her head, cause she didn’t had her glasses on. At the end of the day the class gets a little bag with candy to take home.

A story from a 10 year old boy. He drew himself shocked. The teacher was teaching history and told a story about WW2. It was a story about a man saving a jews girl but when the Germans find out they shoot him.
The boy was so shocked, he said to me, it’s not fair! He saved that girl, they should give him a pie.
(I asked why a pie? He said, pie makes people happy!)

A story from a 9 year old boy. He waves at the teacher and the teacher gets really mad. She yelled and gives him punishment.
He didn't understand why. He just waves at here.

I drew teacher Matenboer because I really like her. She makes the classroom a cosy place and is always aks me how I'm doing. Mom: 'She sees them all as individuals and makes sure to give every single one of the the attention they deserve.'

My teacher is horrible. One time she told me off for interrupting her class. She saw me talking during her teaching, but I wasn’t. I told her so, but she was convinced. After discussing, she sent me to the headmaster. I explained the situation, in the end, she had to say sorry for being unfair. After that, she still gave me a punishment because I didn’t cooperate.

This teacher I don’t even know started screaming at me in the hallway. I had done a dyslexia test and I still had to do a second one. She had sent me an email about this, and I ignored those. I’ve only had contact via email with this teacher and she started yelling at me. I felt very uncomfortable.

I had problems with a collaboration assignment. He was really involved and really wanted to help me, but he listened really well. Something I can very well remember what he said was: "Yes I get that very well." I was 19 when this happend

Room 130 was our French room in the 3rd we got French from Mevrouw van der Merre. She had never taught the 3rd before. Only to 5th and 6th grade. So she didn't like the third grade. She made us feel like we were nothing. She only spoke in French. We just didn't understand that. It was too high a level. So I didn't understand anything. When we walked to the classroom, we called room 130 the room of the devil. At first everyone was very optimistic and cheerful, but as soon as we passed the classroom, there was a complete change. Everyone was afraid of her. She was so strict because she thought we could do better. But we couldn't. She got angry and she started yelling at us. They were always yelling at us

Once I was in class and made an amazing sailing boat.
All the girls where standing neer my table and said, ''o it's beautiful, wow you made this so perfect.''
Another boy in class yelled, 'girls attention seeker'.
The teacher looked at him and said, 'shut up you are just jealous.'
Those words made me very happy.

I have a teacher who talks a lot, she tells story's all the time. I like her very much. But always at the end of the class she said, and now everyone shut up and work.

I have two things I still remember that my teachers did! Is that Okay?

One time in high school we went with the entrire class to the tweede kamer in Den Haag. When we where there we saw Jesse Klaver. My teacher just called him! Waved to him like a friend. He came over and talked with us teenagers! It was a very cool experince.

The other memorie I have is right after the American election in 2016. The day after Donald Trump became president.
Instead of the normal class, our teacher said to us that there are more important things going on in the world right now! He just cancelled the class!
Our teacher explained the election proces in America. We learned a lot. The rest of the class hour we where able to voice our opinions and talk with each other.
I think this is one I will remember forever.

This is teacher Schilder, in year 8. I started having English lessons in year 7. Those where very rear because of a burn-out my teacher was struggling with that year. Schilder was a good at teaching, and I started loving the English language. And Schilder saw my fascination as well. It was the first time that I liked a subject, I usually was always looking for a way out of theory lessons. He was excited for me and started encouraging me on learning English. I loved it. Then in secondary school he moved jobs and became my English teacher again. I liked it so much. And because of him encouraging me, my love for England started to grow. He has definitely played a role in me moving to England for 1,5 year.

I drew mister Paulsgraaf, my civics teacher in 4th year secondary school. He was always a very modest, serious teacher and not a single trace of expression visual at all time. This one time we we’re playing around during class and it made him furious. He couldn’t control his feelings anymore and trew his book away in the face of a girl on the first row. He was always in control, what made this happening very fascinating. Everyone made fun of him afterwards, but I thought it was quite amazing. I understood his frustration and him setting his boundaries was very inspiring.

This is miss Baaiens. She was amazing because she made me travelled to a different world by her teaching. She taught French, but she triggered my creativity the most with her exercises. I loved her, she inspired her profession. She spoke French at all time to everyone. The exercises she came up with where amazing. For example, she transformed the classroom to a French camping where we pretended to be on holiday. Also, she made my class pretend to live in a flat together and we had to write a diary. When we had to make a test, she would come walking by with a banquette and spread and handed these out. I loved it. She was always beaming positive energy.

I wasn’t feeling very well during her class. My teacher noticed it. I was struggling quite a bit during that time. She came up to me. She wasn’t the type of teacher to make a personal connection. She’s quite strict. I wasn’t expecting her to come up to me. She told me; the biggest life lesson I've learned so far is that life has its all-time lows. For a little while it will be better, but you’ll move back to a low again. It will always swing in between. But when you look at that line, you’ll see that your lows will be less low every single time! I still think of this a lot! .

This is me and teacher Dan. I hated him. He was my teacher for two years in a row and that was horror. It was snowing, and I trew a snowball at the face of teacher Dan. My heart was racing of excitement and for a reason because it made him furious. I didn’t think it through that well, I just hated him. He tried to catch me by tracing me, but I was way quicker on the feet. I hid myself because I was so afraid but had to go back inside at some point. He still hadn’t given up his search for me and found out where I was hidden. He dragged me along inside.

I walked into school this one morning. The headmaster was standing next to the entrance. He was checking on the girl's skirts, to see if they’re of a decent length. My skirt wasn’t decently enough, and he send me to his office. There was a row of girls in front of his office waiting. After he’d collected enough girls, we had to come in one by one. He closed the door behind me. He stood in front of me and stared at my legs and skirt. I’ve been sent to his office for like 3 times for this reason. Sometimes I had to sit on my knees to see if my skirt would reach the floor.

A Strict German teacher where you always had to cover the word with a piece of paper and go through word for word. But if you start at the top, it becomes more and more difficult to remember, because you always go through the paper word for word. Then he pointed to me and I had forgotten the word, so I had to stay in detention

When I was in elementary school, a teacher also gave me guitar lessons after school. I found it very difficult. But he was just my favorite teacher. He made me feel like a real person. That I could achieve anything. I felt so strong because of him. That I could take on the world. When something didn't work out, he tried to teach me in a positive way.

I've always had trouble writing. I just can't write properly. This started already in primary school and was not over in secondary school. During German lessons we had to write something once. We had to hand that in. But she couldn't read it properly. She also showed this clearly to me and the rest of the class. She shouted angrily at me: CAN'T YOU BUY A LAPTOP ?? at least you can write neatly. This sentence is still in my head because I felt so belittled ...

When I was in the second year of secondary school, we had to choose our exam subjects. What did I want to graduate in? I was a girl who did a lot for school, but certain factors made it impossible. Basically, I was no higher than a 6 for each subject. When I asked the biology teacher if biology was for me, I quickly got the answer. No! not for you! Do you think you are going to choose that profession. This sentence has always stayed with me. The teacher never even gave me a chance.

When I was younger and went to school the teachers always gave me grades. But it was always good or not good. I didn't liked that. I wanted to make things and learn stuff without getting a grade for it.

When I was young I had trouble with learning.
My teacher brought every week a bouquet of flowers to the classroom. She would ask me what kind of flowers they where. After three weeks I remembered! It was a nice way to boost my confidence, show me I am able to learn.
The florwers where fresia's.

When I was younger we had knit lesson in class. Well only the girls had.
The teacher gave us in insane difficult excersice, most of the girls couldn't make it.
I went to my grandma to teach me how to knit it. And after a while I made it so beautiful, my mom and grandma where very proud.
So I went to school to show my teacher, but the only thing she said was, 'You washed it, I don't want that'.
She didn't say, well done, so good you could manage the excersice well done.
I was so disappointed, I can still remember it.
Good thing, I still knit almost every day and make the most difficult patterns.

I had a teacher in class 5 (age; 9 year old) who didn't liked me at all. Whatever I did, once in a while he looked at me and hold his fingers under his eyes, just to let me know that he was watching me all day long.

When I was like around 10 years old my teacher did something I will never forget.
I had a boy in my class, he was very agressive. One day it made the teacher crazy so he grabbed the boy and rattles him in front of the class. The entire class was shocked.

My memory is from my basisschooltime.
Once I was being punished. I had to watch a dot on the school board for a very long time. I don't even remember why, or what I did. Or why I never forget this.
During this my classmates could go outside and play duing the break.
It is almost my only memory from my time at school.

My friend Corrie didn’t have her eyes closed during prayer at school. The headmaster came by and saw her eyes open, when he looked thought the window. He made her come in early the next morning. As punishment, Corrie had to sit there with her eye's closed. It was hilarious, all around her kids were moving around doing their homework. And in the middle of that, Corrie sat there with her eye’s closed. I stood outside peeking through the window and couldn’t stop laughing.

When i was in high school i liked doing things outside. such as racing or playing outside. I was racing once before I went to school. When I arrived at school I still had dirty hands because my chain was off my bike. I was not allowed to enter the class until my hands were clean. So the bottom line was that I was not allowed to go to class. Because my hands could no longer be cleaned. That was the only reason why I was not allowed to take class. I thought that was so strange

I never really learned how to apply the Dutch teaching methods at primary school. When I went to high school I still didn't get this. I was the only one in my class that couldn't. When a teacher noticed this, he sat down with me very quietly. We really talked about this for hours and suddenly I got it. He took his time for me. Something they never did for me in elementary school.

You see me as a little boy sitting in front of the teacher.
Who is smoking always. Every day the classroom was filled with smoke.
I was a very sweet boy but I didn't made my homework.
So after class the teacher said, sit down!
He looked at me and said, ''is your work done Gijs? I said, with my head down, 'No sir, not done, snif.'
He said, well thats writing for more than 3 periods.
I was scared of the teacher, and at the same time I still didn't make my homework. So I needed to do it every day after class.