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IS were chatting earlier, sharing some of our favorite tales of psycho teachers. I'm sure we were not the only ones blessed to be taught by those with um, memorable characteristics. So, share your tales here! Some of my faves:

7th grade Geography/Social Science class:

We had this arrogant prick of a teacher who used our daily homework assignments as a way to take attendance each day. We had these very small tasks each day, such as watching a news story, collecting an item from the paper, etc. As he called roll each morning, we were required to say "An A sir!" or "A big fat zero", based on whether or not we had completed the assignment. Seeing that I was a news junkie even then, I had no trouble gathering the required materials, but I hated the obnoxiousness of it all. One day, maybe 4 or 5 weeks into the semester, I decided to say, with a smirk "A big fat A sir!". He stated that he had already written the zero into the gradebook, and was amazed at my "audacity", sending me to detention. Detention! Seriously, I think the guy was a Nazi.

8th grade science:

In this "required for everyone" class, I ended up with my friend Chris and well, 26 very scary 13 year olds. The teacher constantly battled tardiness, talking, etc...all those annoying behaviors. One day, he'd apparently had enough. Taking a yardstick which he'd been using as a pointer, he slammed it on the countertop whilest yelling "Would you SHUT UP already?", breaking the yardstick in half and sending one piece flying through the air and landing on a student's desk. He later became the Vice-Principal of the highschool.

American History, also 8th grade:

The teacher in the class next door to my history class was giving some sort of presentation about Alaska and whaling, using a harpoon as a visual aid. It was picture day. Seemingly a gazillion times throughout the day, we would hear "will students with last names beginning with C and D, in the 8th grade may now come to the Cafetorium", etc. The teacher snapped at one point, and stuck the harpoon through the speaker in the ceiling's classroom. Several days later, a paper whale appeared hanging from the speaker and stayed there for many years, until he was promoted to the high school.

10th grade, World Religions:

The teacher, who was, in my estimation, about 147 years old, got into a discussion one day with these Karate-Kid wannabes in my class (they had bandanas, the whole works). The teacher had spent some time in Japan, and so then occasionally brought in various trinkets to show the uber-geeks. This was all well and good until the day he brought in some sake for them to sample. He was allowed to retire gracefully at the end of the year.

Good times.
 

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Your 10th Grade World Religions teacher would have been wiser to bring them true-to-life Japanese Green Tea. I took Japanese for 3 years and that's what we had. Being at the end of the line is miserable, though.

Um ... teacher stories.

7th Grade, Science:

7th grade Science is middle school's health class for part of the year. I had a very ... hilarious ... teacher who was a take-no-crap kind of guy. When it came to learning about the reproductive system he was very clear on what he expected. First, he told us we were about to learn about our reproductive organs and then he said, "Laugh now, because I won't let you do such a thing later on in this lesson." Most of the kids burst out laughing, naturally. The next day during the lesson a kid in the back started laughing and my teacher exclaimed, "You little *****! Get out of my classroom!" This incident kept occuring throughout the week ... to the same kid.

7th Grade, Science [again]:

The teacher I mentioned earlier was out half of the year and we had a sub [teacher had a humongous surgery]. Our sub dressed up for Halloween, was attacked by the kid our original teacher called a *****, and I watched our substitute pwnt that kid, I believe on the head once with something he had as a part of his costume. Gosh, it was funny.

I can't remember anymore off the top of my head right now. I'll have to think.
 

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11th grade english -

he would cry alot, like when we were watching On Golden Pond. and any movie we watched took 4 times longer because he would stop the video to point out the dead flowers on the table. Dr,Zhivago took like a month to get through. and he would scream alot for no reason. and he spit while talking.

12th grade photography-

3-4 days out of the week he would show up late to class. im not talking a few min. i mean 20 min. sometimes he wouldnt show up at all. his room was locked if he wasnt in it. and we would all go to the commons.

9th grade health-

he was really fun. there was one girl in the class who would try to punch him(just goofing around) and he would throw erasers at her.
 

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I don't really have much to contribute. I don't remember much because school was so long ago compared to the rest of you (most of the rest of you). But I do remember in 7th or 8th grade, the school offered a shop class just for girls. I wasn't really interested in shop, but I was a budding feminist and I took the class on principle. The shop teacher loved to hold up his right hand in EVERY class to show off a missing middle finger as a warning to us, the result of being careless with the shop equipment. Since it was an elective course, he had very few students left by the end of the semester.
 

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I had a freshman-level English class in college with an adjunt instructor who absolutely hated conservative Christianity. She was an atheist, she told us, and her views were fairly left-wing. I went to a private Christian college where the instructors (full time and adjunct) had to sign a statement of faith and teach from a Christian perspective. I don't know why on earth she taught freshman English, because students tend to be far more conservative at age 18 than any other time in their lives, and it drove her nuts. She would argue with us and leave aggravated each day. Maybe she once was a Christian, but it boggled my mind why she would put herself through that with the most conservative, black-and-white thinkers on campus.
 

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8th grade science--This teacher was a very nice woman, but a horrible teacher. It was an advanced science class and she taught us very basic concepts. My friends and I all sat in the back row and ignored her, and we all passed with flying colors. One of my friends was diagnosed with diabetes that year, and when we talked about genetics, the teacher used diabetes for every example, with pointed looks at my friend. After she said that it made her uncomfortable, she switched to guinea pigs, which in hindsight was a bad idea. She would word ever question like this: "If a heterozygous black guinea pig mated with a white guinea pig, how many of its offspring would be white?" It drove us crazy, so we tried to move her towards percentages, saying that the guinea pig could conceivably have more or less than four offspring, and those offspring could conceivably be colors other than what the Punnet square said (i.e., there might be four white ones, or God forbid, three white ones). She would not budge. She insisted that there would be four offspring, and they would be these particular colors. I don't know what scares me more: that her wording was off and she didn't understand our request when we asked her every day, or that she actually believed a guinea pig could only have four offspring and the Punnett square revealed undeniable truth.

I had a literature class last quarter with a professor who pretty much refused to teach the class. It was African-American lit, and one day I walked in a little late and he was deep in discussion about Hamlet. He'd always start off the class and least referencing the work we were supposed to have read, and sometimes we would even discuss it, but after fifteen minutes through the class you could guarantee that he'd be talking about baseball or some Italian guy that lived on the street he grew up on (we don't know what brought that on. It wasn't even a story). When it was time to leave we'd all pack up our things and make it obvious that class was over. He'd start to wrap up whatever story he was telling, and then start a completely new one (that of course, was unrelated to the class). He'd also consistently give out Cs on our papers, but his 'constructive criticism' consisted of the word "Huh?" written in various places in the margins in unintelligable handwriting.
 

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In seventh grade, I remember when some guy was just not listening and did not do a thing in class. My teacher got irritated and said that if he doesn't want to do any work, he should get out of the class and go home. So he got up, went to the hallway and began going for the exit. Then my teacher said, "Hey! Get back here!" The kid kept going for the exit, so my teacher chased after him.
 

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I once took an introductory sociology course to fulfill a "multicultural" requirement at the university.

The instructor was a self-avowed Marxist who opened every class with an extended rant about President Bush. It is clear that these ivory-towered intellectuals are truly hell-bent on indoctrinating our youth, steeping them in morally reprehensible leftist (even Communist) ideology.
 

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I once took an introductory sociology course to fulfill a "multicultural" requirement at the university.

The instructor was a self-avowed Marxist who opened every class with an extended rant about President Bush. It is clear that these ivory-towered intellectuals are truly hell-bent on indoctrinating our youth, steeping them in morally reprehensible leftist (even Communist) ideology.
You might feel more comfortable at Bob Jones University, Pensacola Christian College, Kentucky Christian University, Patrick Henry College or Cedarville University.
 

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oh god. I have had some CRAZY teachers. I mean it. Some of the stories my dad is amazed at and he had some weird teachers too.
I don't have the energy to tell all the stories at once. I'll be back.

We had an English teacher who was also my friend's forum tutor. I thought she was called 'Miss Balls'. I seriously did, all year. I called her it every day for a year and wrote it on pieces of work. I got my mum to write it on permission slips. I wrote it on the front of my exercise book. Later on I found out this was not her name (it sounded like her name) but the astounding thing is that she NEVER ONCE corrected me.

Like I said, she was also my friend's form tutor. One day my friends went in in the morning to register and she was absoloutely MORTAL drunk, with both empty and full bottles of booze "hidden" under her desk (in clear view of the students). She yelled at them, drunkenly, to "get out" and then some abuse. They came, bemused into my form class and asked my tutor if they could sit with us because they'd been kicked out.


Also, in my school some of the year 11s sometimes thought it would be funny to set fire to noticeboards and the like. One time when they did this, my friends were again sitting in her form class. She heard the fire bell but was reluctant to let them go because we had numerous fire drills and also people setting off alarms by mistake. She said she would go outside and check and they were to "stay right there". But as soon as she saw the smoke she ran outside, leaving them. It was only when they smelled smoke that they got out too. Luckily it was a really tiny fire and no-one was hurt.

She still works at my old school. According to the headteacher it was "not her fault" and she was "going through a difficult time".
 

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My 1st grade teacher had been teaching for 42 years. She had a tall red beehive hairdo and this old wrinkly face. Her husband was retired and came every afternoon to help do things likepass our scissors and glue. he ALWAYS wore a brown cardigan. In Louisiana. Where the heat index can be 110 degrees in the shade half the year. And he never said a word--he just had this terrified look in his eyes when we tried to talk to him. We used to think up ways to make him speak but he never would. he would press his lips together and shake his head. We figured Mrs stanley had told him not to talk --and we all did exactly what she said because she was terrifying.

My 4th grade year is the year we called the Dickens year (It was the best of times..it was the worst of times) I had the WORST teacher I had ever had from Sept to Dec and the BEST teacher I ever had from Jan to June. Mrs O'Connor was old and had taught my Aunt Jane. My aunt was dyslexic at a time when we didn't know much about this and Mrs O was so mean to her. Calling her stupid saying she didn't really have dyslexia she was just lazy, etc. When my aunt heard I was to be in her class she spoke to my mum but there was only one 4th grade teacher at my school so there was really no choice. This was a time when many parents were putting their kids in private school to avoid integration and my folks (rightly so) wanted me to be in a mixed school.

Well she was strange. She would always say "If you have a question you must ask" then she would scream in rage if someone asked. Or hit you on the hands or back with a ruler if you raised your hand. Then go around and say "Surely, someone must not understand. I won't bite. Ask me a question." And then follow it with crazy, unpredictable behaviour.

All we did was read the chapter and then take a test using the CLOZE procedure (copying directly from the book leaving blanks to fill in where words should be) so if you didn't put the exact right word it was wrong. This was particularly hard on English tests that looked like this:

The __________ bird sang _________ in the tree. And no matter what you put in the blanks--it wasn't the words she was thinking of. She never sent any papers home. All her tests were 10 questions at 10 points each to make 100 points. So -4 was failing. At parent conferences she would go on about how well we were doing and how much we were learning. And the reports would come and everyone was doing poorly.

I TRIED to tell my folks. But there was no words to describe her unpredictable behaviour. There were no papers for my parents to see how we were being tested. all i could say was "Her tests are hard and unfair" and I got the "Life is hard and unfair speech" I couldn't complain about her hitting us because you were allowed to hit kids in the 70s.

I started to develop these migraines --with blinding pain. I missed several days each week. It was all because I couldn't cope with trying to go to school. I was scared and bored. My parents were really worried. i saw a specialist in New Orleans and had an MRI because they thought I had a brain tumour. I was in danger of failing the 4th grade (if you missed 20 unexcused days you ahd to do 4th grade again)

The last straw came when we got report cards. We had done no science all grading period. None. So she gave us all an F on our report card. We were all shocked and afraid--an F on your permanent record? She just laughed wildly and said "You didn't do any work, so you deserve no grade." I went home hysterical. It took over an hour for my folks to calm me down and understand why I was so upset. I thought I would be in trouble--an F would not have been tolerated. Well....LOADS of parents complained. And it turns out she had kept no records of any grades all year. Every marking period she had just made stuff up. She was forced to retire at midterm.

I felt this enormous guilt for hating her so I wrote a play and made butterfly costumes from all the girls and got permission to use the stage and did this play that ended with the lines

"we the butterflies wish you wouldn't go.

The reason is we like you so"

Everyone went along with it because we were all so scared and she wasn't leaving for another week. She loved the play so much she cried. she said it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. I felt enormously guilty for hating her when she was being nice that i had a massive migraine for the rest of the week so i'd never have to face her again.

After Christmas we got a straight out of uni teacher named Miss Greenburg who was young and beautiful and we did amazing learning activities. My headaches miraculously disapeared and I made straight As for the rest of the year. It was only then that my parents twigged that something had been deeply wrong with me and I saw my a child psychologist who said I had suffered great trauma and why hadn't they noticed????

I'm still in contact with the second teacher--we exchange Christmas/Chanukah cards every year. she saved me.
 

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"she saved me"..that is a great tribute to any teacher.


isowish...I can't believe that teacher is still there after leaving her students to burn alive.
 

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You might feel more comfortable at Bob Jones University, Pensacola Christian College, Kentucky Christian University, Patrick Henry College or Cedarville University.


Um, I mean... Don't feed the trolls.
 

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"she saved me"..that is a great tribute to any teacher.


isowish...I can't believe that teacher is still there after leaving her students to burn alive.
Miss Greenburg is the reason I became a teacher.

Spiderman had a teacher who used to drink what he called "cough syrup" from a bottle in a brown paper bag and get sloshier and sloshier over the course of a day. He was eventually promoted to administration to get him out of the classroom. That's how Louisiana deals with things---if you are incompetant or crazy and too young to be forced into retirement then we make you a principal at some all black school where nobody cares about the students (yes the integration that my folks faught for in the 1970s has slipped back into segregation once more)

See why I left?????????????????????????????????????????????? ????????
 

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You might feel more comfortable at Bob Jones University, Pensacola Christian College, Kentucky Christian University, Patrick Henry College or Cedarville University.
Um, I mean... Don't feed the trolls.
{Coughs}For the record, attending one of the above institutions is no guarantee that an individual won't be subjected to non-conservative ideology. Left wing Libertarian that I am, I thoroughly enjoyed aspects of my time at one of the aforementioned schools. I loved the challenge of repeatedly adopting and defending positions diametrically opposed to the status quo, making entire graduate classes listen to my perspective, and presenting compelling enough arguments to graduate summa cum laude in spite of my "radical" views.

Speaking of teachers, there was the one lecturer who would consistently sit in front of classes of 100+ students and read the textbook to us ... never noticing that a certain party was sitting in the back of the class teaching about a dozen lucky souls how to play blackjack.
 

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MorningCalm, I have no doubt that left-wing ideology exists in those places. I went to a Christian university as a pro-choice, pro-gay, Green Party campaigner. After awhile though, I grew weary of having the same arguments.
 

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I can't believe I forgot to mention my fourth grade math teacher! Worst teacher I've ever had.

First of all, I had always been behind on math, starting in first grade when I had to add 2+1 on my fingers. I never caught up, and it's a mystery to me why they put me in the advanced math class. Naturally, I struggled a lot. And a lot of our grades came from 'fun' worksheets where you had to solve non-math-related puzzles. Some of these puzzles were impossible. And I'm good at that sort of thing.

My parents tried to help me with the math and puzzle homework. We did multiplication flashcards. My mother went to see the teacher, who said I was doing poorly because my mother didn't devote enough time to helping me study. She was livid. We worked on those stupid puzzles and flashcards for hours each day, until I was crying too hard to see them because I was so frustrated. My mother simply wanted me moved into the average math class. My teacher wouldn't do it. I think she only had a face-to-face meeting with my parents once, and then no matter how many times my parents asked to see her, she said "We can discuss it over the phone." She decided I was a problem child. If one-hundred percent of my energy wasn't focused on the class (which was now way above my ability. She might as well have been speaking French), then that was why I was failing. She called home once to tell my parents I'd been fiddling with my necklace during the lecture.

There was a happy ending. She finally let me go to the other class when they started division. I did very well in it. Two years later my brother had the same teacher for math. She didn't recognize his last name or my parents. He had no problems at all.
 

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>>It is clear that these ivory-towered intellectuals are truly hell-bent on indoctrinating our youth, steeping them in morally reprehensible leftist (even Communist) ideology.>>

Yes. State universities now require their students, regardless of major, to graduate with several courses in Marxist sociology under their belt these days, right?


It's clear that their conspiracy has been quite successful, what, given the success of the Communist party in the US, right?


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One of my band directors in 8th grade got really frustrated at an after school jazz band rehearsal because the group wasn't progressing fast enough. Without warning, he picked up a chair, threw it, kicked over a music stand, and stormed out of the room.
 

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One of my band directors in 8th grade got really frustrated at an after school jazz band rehearsal because the group wasn't progressing fast enough. Without warning, he picked up a chair, threw it, kicked over a music stand, and stormed out of the room.
That sounds exactly like our band director. I was in choir, but I heard stories...
 
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