shit..do you all realise that if we all put our degrees together
we could rule this world..
total fuckn chaos..kewl!:p

I had two really good teachers, the rest sucked. I had a super strict english teacher. I was a pretty terrible student, one of those straight A student until highschool types. He was the only teacher that ever called home about me, that's when I was like damn... a teacher who actually cares?

I gave him more headaches than any other student I'm pretty sure... He threw a chair across the room and tipped over a desk one time. :D Looking back, he was pretty amazing.

My homeroom teacher was cool as hell, until he got stuck with me as a math student. ;)
School is too early, so I'd always be half asleep when I'd come into homeroom. One time I sleepily walked into class and sat down, I looked around for awhile and my homeroom teacher just stared at me. After awhile I looked at him and I was like "This isn't my homeroom" I don't think he ever called me by my name after the first year in homeroom, he always referred to me as the walking dead.

I know for atleast two years later he told his math students that story of how insanely out of it I am that early in the morning. He was one of those fun teachers who was too nice though I guess.

One of the worst teachers I had was for english again, I hated him more than anything. I'd storm out of his class and wave through the window outside as I walked. I still passed, despite walking out of his class A LOT. Most teachers loved me for the first couple months atleast, he hated me from day one. Last I heard he got cancer and died. :)


I have respect for real teachers.

same here ... the ones that were the toughest were the ones i respected - and still have certain acedemic habits because of them.

the creampuffs were a joke - you didnt learn a thing from them.

i once wrote an english exam in class the period it was due ...
i didnt read the book - i asked my buddy what it was about and
wrote it straight out - this load of bullshit that earned me a 68.
my buddy who read the book got a 63 .. he never forgot that :)

i should have gotten a 20%

i had stuff going on at home .. i sure dont condone my behavior and if i could go back and do it differently i would in a heartbeat.

its just an excellent example of how useless that teacher was.

I had a music teacher who thought he would "Show us" by just stepping back when we started to get out of hand. We blew an hour and a half screwing around that day...

I had a Current Events teacher when i was in Germany that was actually german (it was an American/Canadian high school), and he was an arrogant jackass... he had a very "you are inferior because you arent from Germany" attitude, and it haunted him for the entire year. It was the first class that i ever REALLY acted out in, he hated me :)


One of the other guys put a tack on his chair once. He swept it off and pretended it wasnt there, so as to not let on and give us anythign to laugh at. He left the room for a second, and the kid ran up and put it in place again. Apparently the teacher didnt think he had to look a second time, because if they did it once, they SURELY would not do sucjh a thing again.

When he sat down, he became rigid as a board and his eyes got real wide. He apparently decided not to give us any hint that he had sat on it, because he never let on, but when he stood up to write some thing on the board, there was atck in his ass cheek, plain as day.

We were already snickering when he sat down, because we knew it was there, but we had to stifle guffaws when we saw that....

My physics teacher was a big disappointment. I took a lot of extra math classes (I hate math) to meet the requirements to take physics. All he did the entire semester was sit at his desk and give us book problems to do. Half of the people in class didn't do them, and he rarely ever asked to grade papers. It was a shame, because I love science, and although I got a good grade and my credit, I really didn't learn shit. I could have spent the semester in a class where I was actually going to learn something.

You can start off doing it from anywhere - but once you get into the loop of meetings and such, LA is the place to be.

I had an emotionally unstable 8th grade teacher who had no control over the class, no sense of authority about her. We ran roughshod over her, tormenting her until one day she burst into tears and stormed off...

She never came back and we went 3 days without a homeroom teacher until someone on the faculty finally noticed.

Good times

:)

Hate school, always have - I'm a dropout and an autodidact!

Im not a dropout, but I am very proud of being self-taught in almost everything i am successful with.


Your teacher sounds like one i had my senior year in history. She would get bent out of shape over nothing and start crying . She never left though, which was worse. NO ONe had an ounce of respect for her, and her husband was the vice principal...


THEN, in her late 40s, she got pregnant, much to everyones disgust... And became hormonal and even less stable. The kid who sat next to me would get her worked up as a hobby. one day he looked over and said "watch this, im gonna make her cry."

I cant remember what he did, but she was out of there in a minute or two, bawling her nutty eyes out...

heh .. one memory i have - of a teacher i actually did like ...
was a time where things were out of control and the guy was getting pissed - so he yelled at the top of his lungs "IF I HEAR ONE MORE PEEP OUT OF ANYONE !!!!!!!!!"


my best friend was Steve ... people called us Mutt and Jeff because even in grade 8 i was 6'2" and he was about 5"

I was the goofball and he was the quiet guy .. never in trouble - always good.


So imagine my suprise when he perfectly audibly said 'peep' right after the teacher yelled.

Christ i'll never forget the look on his face - he turned beet red - looked completely psychotic - and went out of the class slamming the door so hard that the little glass windo in the door shattered and shot out all over the hallway.

its because of that teacher i got into volleyball incidently ... he was a batchelor - and for god knows what reason he started coming into the school on weekends - opening the gym and setting up the nets for volleyball.
There was a rule - if you said anything negative that could be perceived as bad sportsmanship - you were kicked out for that day.

so to this day i play competative ball (knee willing) and have never trashtalked a soul in a game ever ...

oh yeah .. a public school teacher i had once - grade 2 i think ... was this ancient fat little creature ... her name was Mrs. Newt

this is 40 years before HArry Potter existed.