One of my professor in undergrad was a bully.
He did very awful things to me including throwing my calculator at me and telling me my product was trash. Every time I had his class I went in the bathroom and had a small panic attack, cried, puked then put a brave face on and went to lab.
I hated lab and became extremely uncomfortable in any laboratory situation. I ended up getting a good grade in the class and excelling in the exams, but I can tell you it wasn't because of the way he treated me it was because I knew my goals and I as I sat in the bathroom crying and puking out my nerves I told my self to just go through with it and that it didn't matter that he had made me cry in front of all my classmates the day before. I was going to become a doctor and he was going to be a bully for the rest of his life.
I don't think bullying is an effective form of teaching. As I have said before, I work in the education field right now and have worked with special needs children. As the teacher, you want to be the one to form a positive relationship with your students in order to provide them the best opportunity to learn. Yeah, bullying is always going to exist but I don't think the teacher should be the bully. The teacher should be someone we can look up to and who pushes us in the right way to learn.
I am a pretty though cookie, but I know other people who were bullied by that same man and ended up dropping out of the class and giving up. I sincerely think this is a waste of talent and potential. Now, some can say they sucked in the first place but I am not the one who will pass that judgment upon my peers. I think it is erroneous for us to sit here and claim that because someone "broke down" it's because they weren't good enough. I've broken down many times and I have no doubts that I am good enough. I tell my kids this all the time, they get intimidated when I tell them I want to be a doctor, but I become humanized when I tell them I struggled and had to put forth my best effort to get where I am right now.
I know how I will cope when my attending is mean: storage closet runs and tears...then make-up to hide crying face.
If you want to call me weak, be my guest.