7th grade - we had a teacher who used to tell us, "Smile! It's good for you!" and yell, "Walking feet are happy feet!!" if we ran in the hallways. Then she used to keep us in from recess if we talked while getting our jackets. She was a child psychologist. She ruined my sister's math career by never teaching math (I had her for history, so it was no big deal).

8th grade - we had this one teacher who taught social studies and reading, but never actually taught. I sat in the back of the classroom drawing and passing notes with my friend, or doing my homework. My other friend sat closer up, so she would read her books. The teacher would say, "Amanda, I know that you're listening, but if other people came in and saw you reading, they wouldn't think so." So she'd put her book away, and the minute the teacher turned around, she'd bring it back out. We also made this teacher cry by pronouncing the name of the town she lived in incorrectly on purpose.

Then there was our religion teacher. Total flake. Nobody liked her. Again, I drew and didn't pay attention.

9th grade - my science teacher sounds alot like yours, madpuffinkeeper, except we didn't do any of those experiments. And he used to tell us that we should behave because if we had the honors bio teacher next year, we'd be in so much trouble, etc.

My gym teacher was old and told us we were supposed to play volleyball by hitting the ball with the inside of our lower arms. We all nearly died from pain. And I got run over by a huge senior.

11th grade - this year SUCKED.

My history teacher was old and used to talk about his childhood in NY and about how he was a recovering alcoholic and about his old students. We never actually learned history.

My chem teacher was the worst. I remember doing an experiment where we needed to heat stuff overnight, but the stupid wench screwed it up, so it was really dry and chemically in my corner, and then she yelled at us for coughing! We did not learn anything at all in this class; I used to do homework with my neighbor (weird tables, not desks) and it was pathetically easy to cheat on her tests. Oh yeah, and the other chem class threw 48 paper airplanes out of the windows, and she did not notice a thing. The next couple of days (it was the end of school) she wouldn't let us open the windows, even though we were boiling (it's hot on the top floor).

Oh my God. My French teacher is from France. I've had her since freshman year. It's like being in French I for three years. She's insane. Like, she's funny to listen to, but you don't actually learn anything.

My English teacher almost beat the chem one in suckingness. She gave us a "study guide" to do for Grapes of Wrath. I didn't do it (my friend said it took her 8 hour to do, excluding the reading of the book). Then the wench changed the "study guide's" worth to 3 grades instead of 1, after she graded them since so many kids didn't do it. In the end, my parents had to drag it to the principal's, and we got it fixed, but my mom made me do the studyguide. It took me 12 hours. She read the book while I BSed the answers. What a waste of time. Oh yeah, I used sparknotes for practically every book and I did better than those kids who read the books.

So yeah, those were my awful teachers. >__<

i'll tell ya ppl ,ore about my teachers later but first listen to this..

my boi teachers pronounce feathers as fee-ah-thers
they never used any other form of increase but increases in any sentence and any context..
onion is said as on-i-on
bananas as ban-an-us
my english has compltetely gone to the dogs..

oh yeha guitar is said as gee-tar
dont even ask them to talk ud probably wonder if they are speaking english or something else..

8th grade- My spanish teacher ... oh God ... she was crazy. We were all scared for our lives, it wasn't even funny. She only yelled and slam things on the desks or throw things at the wall. She got in my face and yelled at me a few times.

My history teacher ... he loved to talk. He never shut up and we didn't open our text books once. We didn't learn any history at all.

7th grade- My algebra teacher yelled at us all the time. She would get off subject and then she'd blame us for talking to her. She never knew my name and she always call me Samantha W., but clearly my name was Stephanie K. She never got it even though I and my classmates corrected her all the time. We finally gave up.

4th grade- My teacher didn't teach us ****. It was like kindergarten, but we were older. It was ridicules and that's when I got behind in math because she didn't teach us 4th grade math...

2nd grade- That teacher was one evil midget. She would yell at us all the time and give us piles of homework. She just yelled at us and accused us of stuff we didn't do. She had no idea what she was talking about. It was more like a drill sergeant than a teacher.
-Sunset

My biology teacher was trying to give us reason's why the story of Noah's Ark isn't true and said, "How would he fit the whales on it?" And then he sat there arguing with me about whether he would have to put the damn whales on the boat or not. It was utterly ridiculous.

My geometry teacher admitted that she wasn't good at geometry all the time, and notes we took she copied word for word from the book onto the overhead. I could figure things out easier thatn her, and a lot of the time she would have to go ask the teacher next door how to figure out a problem that she couldn't figure out, even though she had the answer. She said she was better at algebra. I'm not sure I believe her.

aw spatula i was all excited that you would have a spatula icon now that we have those little pictures! its just anticlimatic now...


i hate my french teacher too! she's only even been to france like once! but its funny when shakes her face and her jowels jiggle. *sigh* God is probably going to give me jowels now when im old just to be mean and have a laugh...

My french teachers answer to any of us that didnt quite understand how she was teaching it was well I learned it its not hard just get it.

Yes, I've had many teachers like that. Mostly science teachers.

Let's see, the only thing I learned from my freshman science teacher was how to distill my own alcohol. We did it in class, and then he let us drink what we made. Bah, he was a crazy old ****er. We didn't so much as open our textbooks one time that year. A lot of us didn't even have textbooks. We would spend any given day playing with a jar of mercury (spilling it and then pushing it into the jar with our fingers) and lighting **** on fire with hairspray and a coffee can full of gunpowder. On more than one occasion, the entire school had to be evacuated.

Ech. Another teacher that comes to mind is a junior year substitute. She was a psychotic old bat. She told us she attended a university in Hawaii, where she majored in astrology (yes, astrology... I didn't know that was a major) and studied surfing. She spent class time ("chemistry") giving us demonstrations in everything from ballet to tai kwondo. Never chemistry.

My junior high science teacher was just as crazy. He had a rage problem, and came to school on a hangover more than once. Those were ugly, ugly days.