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Jimmy the Squid:
I don't think I ever had any crazy or interesting teachers.

All told, my life has not really had anything to make it stand out whatsoever.

Jimmy the Squid:
That's ok, I do what I can.

SirJuggles:
I went to a Christian private school from K-8th grade, so I had plenty of... interesting school staff members. The only story from that time period I can really remember is when my friend gave me some of his older video game magazines and I brought them in to school to read (I read constantly and had already devoured the school library). One of the magazines happened to have an advertisement for some game called Route 666 Racing or something, with a tagline about "the road to hell..." and an image of a burning highway. Well one of the playground monitors happened to glance over my shoulder as I was reading, and she was SHOCKED and APPALLED that I would have such DEMONIC material at school! I got hauled to principal's office in tears, and had to publicly dump the magazines in the trash can.

High school had plenty of mediocre teachers, as well as a few that I absolutely loved. Especially good was Mr. Sterling, a hugely overweight History nerd whose bloodstream was probably 70% caffeine from all the coffee he drank. Super bitter and sarcastic, but he knew EVERYTHING about American History/Gov, so his classes usually ran like an extended Hark! A Vagrant strip. I was shown his daughter's prom pic a year or two ago: while his daughter and date were posing for pictures before leaving the house, Sterling stood in the background with a shotgun.

On the opposite end of the spectrum was our resident Chemistry teacher, a 50-something hispanic man with an near incomprehensible accent. We documented many times over the years that if two students wrote the exact same answers on a test, the female would get higher grades. Girls also did better when they wore low-cut tops in his class.

While I know this started as elementary teachers, I have to throw in a teacher I had for my Earth Sciences class last quarter. Technically, she was the TA assigned to half the class for once-a-week discussion sections. However, she admitted that she had no experience on the subject, did not attend lecture, or prepare in any way for class, and would spend class time having us work on our homework. My personal favorite instance was when she was having us share our answers with the class. One group asked if the answer they had worked out was correct, since the number they got seemed much more complicated than expected. She just said "Oh yeah that's right" and would have moved on if someone else hadn't spoken up with the actual answer. After they walked through the problem correctly, they asked her if that was right. She then looked down and read the correct answer off the paper in front of her. She had been too lazy to do that the first time. Evaluation & Feedback at the end of the quarter was fun for that one.

Eris:

--- Quote from: David_Dovey on 28 Apr 2011, 17:45 ---My history teacher in Year 12 seemed to take great pleasure in telling us we were the worst class she ever had and that we were all going to die destitute and alone. No exaggeration. We would've taken it personally but she said it to everyone, apparently.

--- End quote ---

I had a history teacher in Year 8 who did that to my class too. There is a bit of a story behind it, though.

In year 8 I moved to a different high school 6 hours away from my old one, and while my brother and I had been accepted into the school (we were out of zone, but pretty dang smart, so they let us in anyway), but they lost all our documents we had given copies of, so they had no idea which class level to put me in. The head of the Science department asked me if I knew where a local town was near where I used to live, and I shrugged and said "I think so?" So I got put in the bottom science class. History/geography chucked me in the middle class and hoped for the best.

Now, 8H3 (my class), was taught by Mr Durell, a guy we all called Mario, because he had a helluva moustache, was short, and i think maybe he was Italian. We would try and see how quickly we could get him off on a tangent, because that would mean he would talk about anything other than history. We were a pretty shit class in that we didn't really want to do any work. Except for me, I guess. One day he lost it, yelling at us all saying how we were all idiots and would drop out of high school and be on the dole and a worthless waste of space for the rest of our lives. Throughout this tirade I just sat there thinking "what the hell? No I'm not!" and then stopped paying attention. This abuse made absolutely no difference to the behaviour of any of the students in that class. We just made fun of him more because of it.

I don't know if it was a common occurrence or not, though.

Damnable Fiend:
In grade 8 my class had a Russian French teacher that everyone hated and was rude to.  

I sat quietly and acted politely, even if I didn't really care much about doing the work, and got a 98% that I definitely didn't deserve.

I wasn't there for this one, but in high school, a philosophy teacher took the podium during mass to make an impromptu speech about... something.  Something that the administration didn't like at all, I guess.  considering the mic was cut pretty quickly, and everyone started yelling at once, and the teacher had a thick accent, I guess it's understandable that no one I spoke to later could agree what the teacher was talking about.  They fired him directly afterwards, anyway.

Also, my grade 12 English class was taught by a media studies teacher who did not give a shit.  The final exam took half an hour.  It was two short sight passages and a bunch of short answer questions.

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