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[Golden Phoenix]

There must be something about math teachers...

My highschool math teacher told me i was too stupid to ever get anywhere. I hated him, i understood the principals but couldn't get them to work for me. Turned out later that i'm Discalulic, which explains why i managed a B on the exam, which was largely algebra. I was fine with anything that didn't involve numbers.

When i got my results i wanted to take that paper and shove it down his throat.

There were a couple of teacher sin the same school who at one point or another threw things at our class. And an art teacher who only liked Pop art, i nearly failed that class after deciding to study Renee Mackintosh for my final project. Oh, and there was the metalwork teacher who hated girls, that was an interesting year.

In college i had a chemistry teacher who was a lot like my old Math teacher, i had trouble grasping the concept of a few things so when i couldn't answer questions when called on he sent me to the back of the class, i'm hard of hearing so this didn't help me in the slightest.
One day he called on me and i couldn't answer the question, he yelled at me that i was just downright lazy, we'd covered this in the previous lesson and I would never ammount to anything, I stood up, reminded him that i'd been off sick for the previous lesson, walked out of the class and never went back.

In university i had a Law teacher who assumed everyone had done Law A-level...several of us hadn't and got reported to the faculty for "slacking off" when we just didn't have the knowledge base to cope.

Anyway, i showed the lot of them, graduated university last year with a degree in Forensic Science.

[wraiths_crono]

oh school was fun for me. I was forced to re-learn to write right handed, because the teacher did no approve of lefties in 3rd grade. but that is at least the worst, well cept the teacher my grand mother punched out, for letting girls sit on his lap during class in 2nd grade.

[wagegoth]

Wow. I knew my teachers were not the worst, but from reading the posts here there are some people who should DIAF and then burn forever, and I don't even believe in Hell.

This one middle school English teacher, female, always favored the boys. Living in the country we were dependant on the bus. This same year we had a new bus driver who was always in a hurry to get out on the route. Most of the drivers would wait if their regular riders didn't show or if a student told them one of the classes was being held over a bit. Not this driver.

Anyway, we were having to do special presentations. I did illustrations for the overhead projector (yeah, I know I'm old, shut up), and reading excerpts from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Not exciting, but I hated that bitch and her fucking assignments. Well, I'm doing my presentation and it's time to go home. She cuts me off and tells me I'll finish another day. I never did get to. Whatever. However, when any of the boys ran late, she would hold us in class until we were done. Which meant I missed my bus home. A couple of times I got rides. Then one time, my friend stood up and told the teacher that she had to leave or she would miss her bus, that she'd already missed it a couple of times, and she had no one home to pick her up. The bitch threw her out of class and told my friend she would be reported to the principal.

We finally got out of the class and, sure enough, I missed the bus. My friend had been just late enough to miss it. I couldn't get a ride that night, so I had to call home. I was pretty quiet and feared getting yelled at for missing the bus, so I was really upset. Anyway, my dad came and picked us both up. When my friend's mom called my mom and told her the whole story, my parents actually did something. From that time on, we were not held after class and the bus driver was required to wait until everyone was on the bus. I still hate that fucked up, sexist, lying bitch. Pandering to 13-year old boys and making 13-year old girls feel like crap is sick.

[Amethyst Hunter]

Wow. I knew my teachers were not the worst, but from reading the posts here there are some people who should DIAF and then burn forever

Totally agreed.

Pandering to 13-year old boys and making 13-year old girls feel like crap is sick.

Especially when an awful lot of 13-year old boys ARE crap.

I love my mom dearly, but there is one thing she once did that STILL to this day enrages me if I think about it. I'd come home after yet another day of being picked on, by this one piece of shit who made it his life's mission to literally turn the entire fucking school against me (and it was a small town, too, so I was doomed). When I finished telling my mom what had happened (I don't remember what it was now exactly, just that it had riled me), she said, and I quote, "Did you ever think that he's doing it because HE LIKES YOU?"

I think I just about went nuclear at that point.

Yes, I am aware that some boys will deliberately tease the girls they are 'romantically interested' in. However - I know damn good and well the difference between friendly teasing and outright nastiness, and I guarandamnfuckingtee you the kind of shit I was getting was NOWHERE near friendly or anything resembling it. I spent the entire motherfucking 7th grade as an outcast, probably half of that in tears thanks to those shitheads. Hearing that out of my mom's mouth was one of the worst betrayals ever. And she wondered why I never went to any high school functions and just stayed home all the time. Would you want to be around people who treated you like shit? Me neither.

Gah. Just typing this has probably spiked my blood pressure about 20 degrees, and I have generally low BP to start with.

[Rine]

Hm, I've had my fair share of terrible teachers.

One of my kindergarten teachers hated me, I think. I went to three different kindergartens. I spent two months at a DoD school overseas, then two months at a private Catholic school, before finishing up my schooling in an American public school.

When I came back to the States from Spain, I was speaking more Spanish than English. The nuns at the Catholic school left me alone most of the time--I wasn't even part of a real class. I just sat in the library and played puzzles because they didn't know what to do with a Spanish speaking kid.

When I went to the public school, my new teacher always yelled at me. All the other kids knew how to read and write at that point, and I couldn't do any of that. I would act out often because I was frustrated and scared of the teacher.

THEN, the school got me a ESL teacher about a month after I got there. She was the kindest, most patient woman I've ever met. I worked with her for the next two to three months and at the end of the school year, I was the most improved student, could read and write English, and stopped acting out.

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My music teacher from another elementary school teacher still haunts me. Basically, the choir gave a Christmas performace and one parents complained that one child fidgeted a lot. Yes, I did fidget because I was nervous, but not too much. Ms. S. called me into her room the next day and said that I was being kicked out of the chorus because I couldn't stand still and also banned my three other sisters from ever singing. She told me that a parent said a girl in the second row moved around--but that couldn't have been me because I was in the fourth row.

You know days that stick in your mind forever? This is one of them. I was wearing a pink sweatsuit, we were just leaving library class and I had another girl's pencil in my hand--her name was written on it.

I hate that woman, to this day. Once I wrote a long e-mail to her telling her how she made me feel like a failure for years but it bounced because the school closed down. She's still teaching music somewhere. I hate her guts, I really do.

[Imogene]

The only teachers I ever had problems with before college level were Literature teachers. I can only imagine why, and can't really pick out direct examples of how they were terrible, except for one teacher, Advanced Brit Lit.
She hated two things: Men, and Smart men...
At our school, we have a program called Spectra. It's for the kids who are mentally too advanced for the class curricula being applied. A place for us to go and actually be challenged mentally.
This teacher hated Spectra students, because she 'knew' we would just go down there 'and goof off'.
One time in particular, I remember asking to go down the day before a rough draft paper was due. She said 'no'. So, since our hour was free for us to work on this paper, I started working on mine.
Note for clarification: I HATE doing rough drafts, because I've always been an extremely literate. You can go back to my third grade spelling classes. I got bonus words to spell for every test. I ruined any curve there might've been for those tests. I don't do rough drafts, because my first attempt is usually so damn close to being what I see in my head as my final version. A quick check for spelling errors, and voila, I am done.
She catches me writing my rough draft, and says, loud enough for the class to hear, "You're just now starting your paper?"
Well, yes, bitch, I can do a page of text in twenty minutes, no problem. I could bang that out in my sleep.
Her class, we also did The Canterbury Tales, and she wanted us to dress up for our parts. (When the F did this become an acting class?), present our sections, and interpret them in our words.
Day of presentations, I get up and give my part (the guy who 'rode a horse as best he could') And interpret my character as being a pirate, because, if he rode a horse 'as best he could', he doesn't spend much time on land, in my interpretation. She speaks up from the back of the room, 'You don't suppose he could 'ride a horse as best he could' because he might have taken classes, do you?'
Er, no, had I, I would've said that.

In college, I told about the psychology teacher who spent months on Freud, and one sentence on Jung...
In game design school, we got a teacher for Flash. His first writing assignment for us, we were to go to the web and get job listings/requirements, and write about why we would want those positions. Half the class, he tried to get in trouble for plagiarism.
Uh, asshole, you TOLD us to get JOB LISTINGS! Even better, one of my classmates he tried to tag the plagiarism on, had a 'Works Cited' page, the jackass just didn't print it out.
This would be the semester I showed my stuff for my classmates. Seriously, by the end of that semester, I'd heard this sentence so many times, I should've been teaching and getting a damn paycheck from the school: "Rubi, I learned more from you than the teacher this semester." Because, when classmates had problems with their work, I was usually three, maybe four steps ahead of the teacher, so when he denied my classmates and continued to sit at the desk, working, when they couldn't see what they were doing wrong, I'd sigh and get up, walking across the chalkboard to lean over my classmate's shoulder, and inspect their work, and you know, actually teach them something, in the hopes that they'd learn...
The class actually scheduled time with the department head for him to come in so we could have a 'bitch session' about the teacher. No, seriously. One student was the dept head's pet, apparently, and the dept head was tired of us coming in one at a time to complain.
So, we had an after class session, where the DH (Dept head) told us all to tell him one thing we hated about the teacher, and went around the room. It got to my turn, and I'd already been thinking heavily about my response, so I said, "He treats us like he wants us to fail. He spends no time helping us learn from our errors, and refuses to slow down once he's started his lesson, I suppose in the hopes he doesn't forget what he memorized for the day."
DH looked at me, and said, and I quote, "That's not an important issue."
Jackass, if I brought it up, you better believe it's an issue. I've taken all of this teacher's foibles in stride, never once said an unkind word about him. It is when the silent start yelling you should take most notice.
Next semester, joy of joys, they kept that teacher, we got him again, for programming. We spent most of the semester finishing up our flash versions of Space Invaders. Oh, by the way, when the teacher got stuck, he'd look at us, hoping we knew what he'd done wrong. By the third time this happened, he stopped looking at the class at large, and just started looking at me. "Multiply the spacing variable to the alien loop variable, that should stop them from stacking..."
So, we got to the end of the semester, and he realized, in a panic, he hadn't taught us even how to export our models. So, one day, we come in for a non-class day, he looks around, and announces, "Everyone, take out your bipeds." Cue silence from the class. And loud hand to forehead from me. Crap, I know where this is headed already.
Quoth he: "Well, Juwl has one."
Say I: "Yes, I have one, and I'm doing it as a challenge to myself, as I've taken 3D modeling classes before coming to this school."
One of our papers he made us write, we had to apply one of the two storytelling methods to a video game we liked. I chose the 'Hero's Journey' method, and applied it to Final Fantasy 9. I take it from a point of view other than Zidane's, however, and still prove it is the Hero's Journey. I turn in said paper, and go to work on daily classwork. Teacher's grading papers, we're all basically silent, typing away. Suddenly, he looks up from grading, says, "10 points for Gryffindor!" and goes back to grading. Enter confusion. Next class, he returns our papers, and he wrote on mine, "10 points for Gryffindor!!!" (any more than one exclamation point is a sure sign of a madman).

[Gawdzillers]

My third grade teacher was incredibly nice, except for one occasion.
We had taken a trip to the Science Museum, and for some reason, we were going to sleep over at the museum (I didn't ask why, I was 8, sleepovers were awesome). I liked (and still do like) to sleep with just my boxer shorts, no shirt or socks. I was also very out of shape (again, I still am). I went up to get a drink of water before bedtime, casual as could be, and the teacher takes one look at me and bursts out laughing in front of all my classmates at my....naked, out-of-shape torso.

It was only until the next morning that I realized what she was laughing at. But it happened to be my birthday that day, so I wasn't too worried about it. After all, I was gonna get me the new Limp Bizkit CD later.

Yes, I listened to Limp Bizkit in 3rd grade.

EDIT: OH OH WAIT! I've got a good'un.
My teacher for Illuminated Manuscript right now isn't very nice to me. She's only 12 years older than me, so she likes to act like a student and not a teacher. All she does is sit on the couch and watch TV on her laptop. She chats up the only other student in the class, my friend M, and tells me she's going to kick my ass if I have any sort of input on whatever they're talking about.

On the plus side, only two more weeks until I'm out of that class, but on the minus side, I won't get to see M as frequently.

[McGoddess09]

I have only had one bad teacher and one really creepy substitute.

My freshman year, my Algebra A (part one of the Algebra one class. I took the slowed down version.) teacher was horrible. She didn't know what she was doing, would constantly mess up on her examples, and was not helpful when I tried asking for help. She thought that I smoked pot and at Parent Teacher Conferences, told my mom that she was worried that I did drugs. Her reason? When I came in not even a minute late to class, one very loud,obnoxious, drug doing kid said "Ooo she smells like pot." My mom looked at her and said " You know, you could have called me that day rather than telling me now. For your information, my daughter doesn't do drugs."

I nodded and said "I don't even know what weed smells like. You could have it hidden in the room and I could not tell you that it was there."

Another time, she said to the class "I'm sorry if I seem snappy and angry. I haven't gotten my medication refilled." She would cry,get angry, sit in the corner and rock back and forth, send kids out for no reason, and really picked on me.

So, the next year, I looked on my schedule and saw that I had to take that class again , but that teacher had left and had gotten replaced. We still have that teacher and I adore him. I have had three math classes with him for two years and this year, I am his student aid.

Now for the creepy substitute.

This guy looks like a rat who can't blink. Seriously. He never blinks and he just STARES.

The teacher I student aid for was gone, so I was there to help the sub, keep the kids in line,etc. The kids were taking a test and I was reading a book. The sub kept talking to me. I was kinda annoyed, but he was asking typical questions like where I wanted to go to college (UW-Platteville), what I want to go there for (Secondary English Education), etc.

Then...in a trying to be seductive voice, he asks

"So...are you 18 yet?"

My students were trying so hard not to laugh. Then, on Tuesday, when the regular teacher got back, the kids told him what happened. He said that if that guy ever substitutes that class again, I should go take the attendance down and stay in the office to help the secretary. My kids then said I could sit by them and the guys flexed their arms and said they would protect me.

I told my boyfriend about this guy and he told me to wear my grandmother's ring on my left hand and pretend to be engaged.

Sorry that was so long.

[Pedersen]

Ah, sucky teachers... Well, I've got the usual round: Teachers who did nothing when they saw me being abused, but sprang into action when I did anything back (verbal or physical). So, I'll not bother with them here. We all know them.

No, instead I'll focus on five teachers who stood heads and shoulders above the rest for just plain godawfulness.

In chronological orders, we first find a teacher from sixth grade. The school I went to at that time was elementary, with one teacher keeping a room of students for the whole day. The day in question was St. Patrick's Day. For those of you who are unaware of it, the customs of the area dictated that if you weren't wearing green, other kids could pinch you. As a result, frequently, the teachers would help out by making a green arm band for the students who forgot to wear green. I had such an arm band almost every year.

This teacher, though, was special. Her students had made a pretty huge clover, and pinned that on. It was pretty cool looking. One of the students who wore it had taken it off at recess, and set it down by where they were playing. I picked it up, looked at it, and put it down. My memory says it was within a foot or two at most, though what happened afterwards gives lie to my memory.

This teacher was not even my teacher. She dragged me out of my classroom, took me to hers, ripped off that arm band, humiliated me, and had me go find the clover, because the person who was wearing it couldn't find it. Over the top response, since I would have happily gone and found it. She was just a bitch from hell.

Next up comes a gym teacher / vice principal combination. This guy hated me. Some stories have people being sent back to restart their lives at various points. And if this ever happened to me, my method of dealing with him would be very different from what it was.

I got picked on, regularly. I got beat, regularly. One time, lining up to get into the lunchroom, I got gut punched. I called the guy a "faggot" under my breath. Somebody heard me, told him, and he got four of his friends to do a beat down on me with him. They then told this asshole vp that I called the puncher a "fucking shit", and that was enough. No punishment was given to them, but I was verbally reprimanded.

Another incident sticks out: I was putting stuff in my locker before lunch. Jerk Student decided to take my backpack and run (this less than a couple months after another incident where my backpack got stolen). I chased Jerk Student, caught up, grabbed backpack, started hitting at his hands to get him to let go. He did, and I left. Turns out that I forgot I had a pencil in my hand, and had (basically) stabbed him in the arm with it. Again, I got punished, the thief got nothing.

A third teacher, now, had real issues with fairness. My high school did a student art day in the gym. It happened for one day out of the year, and you could only go during your study hall. I had one study hall, and wanted to go. However, the previous day, the students in the study hall had been acting up pretty badly, so the punishment for all the students was that no one would be allowed to leave during today's study hall. The only problem with this is that I was not in school the previous day, so was getting punished unfairly.

I chose to ignore her, and went anyway. She issued me a detention, but never gave me the information. I got called to the office a week or so later to be told I would have to serve a Saturday detention for skipping the regular one. I complained, told my side, and that got ripped up on the spot. One of the very few times that administration did something right.

The next one was my last high school Spanish teacher. I was a pretty strait laced student. Teacher said do something, I did it. But this teacher was so bad that she could not maintain control of any of her class, including me. It was positively atrocious, and she did real damage to my willingness to learn any Spanish for a long time.

The last of them was my senior year English teacher. This guy was so boring that he actually talked me to sleep, and on multiple occasions! Even worse, though, was his capricious grading system. Students he liked did well, students he didn't like did poorly. And it was so obvious in one grading period that the school board got involved. That was a pretty nasty mess.

Those are the first batch I can remember. I've got some others if you guys want them.

[powerboy]

Back when I was in middle school. It was 8th grade math. The teacher was also the Gym teacher. So he would not teach math. He would write them out on the board and that was it. He would not try to help anyone out. This is the reason that I hate math.

Had a Gym teacher in High school, that would have play flag football. Well, one of the football players was in my class. As I caught a pass, I got tackled. I mean, I got the air knocked out of me. I got in trouble for it. WTF, I just got tackled and I am getting in trouble. Oh wait, the other person is a jock. Never mind.

Had another teacher in 9th grade typing class. She was a bitch to me. I was the only one, that had to do the work three times each. Because she would "misplace" my work. Bitch, I would put my work where she wanted it to be.

Another time in middle school, I had problems with the lunch ladies. I would hand them my ticket, but they told me that I am not getting any more food, since I already had my lunch. Went home and told my mom about. Her and my grandmother both went down, talk to them & then talked to the Principal. The principal told them, that they can deny any food to the children.

Had a 1st grade teacher, that failed the whole class. Why, because one kid would not be quite.

[Crow The Robot]

Let's see ...
In High school I had this idiot math teacher who would let members of our "math league" get away with not turning in homework, cheating on tests, and intimidate other students. When i asked one such math wonder, why, if he was so good in math he needed to steal homework from a guy who had failed Algebra and geometry(I made up the credits with summer classes), he got all pissy and informed the teacher. The teacher told me that math wonder had a match coming up and I should give him my homework to copy, because "He didn't have time for that crap"(meaning homework), I refused and she sent me to the office. Fortunately a prinicipal was a cool guy and when I told him why i had been sent to his sanctum, he sighed, kept me until the end of class and sent me on my merry way. I never did get in trouble though I did hear from a friend on the math league that several members were appalled that they actually had to do their own work from now on.

In college i had a gaggle of sucky profs, but I'll just give you the most sucktacular one. She taught law classes and she had a group of followers who would squelch any who disagreed with the teachers ruling. i tried once to bring up a counterpoint to one of her arguments, but i was told (by her followers)that I was a death-row supporting, racist, misogynist, anti-semetic Nazi, and that i should be banned from the school. I got so upset after this that I after class I sat on a library couch and just cried for ten minutes. The next day I was summoned to the professor's office and told that the class had decided i was not part of a community of learners and should not return. I couldn't have been happier.

I suppose i am lucky though, nothing any of my teachers did was anywhere near as bad as some of horror stories I read on this thread.

Hey AH you would have liked me at 13, i never messed with girls. i always wondered why i was popular with girls at that age, I guess I was one of the few guys who didn't treat them like crap.

[Misanthropical]

In third grade, my teacher would rip the pencil out of my left hand, shove it my right and hold my left arm behind my back, because she didn't know how to teach someone to write left handed.

In my middle school, I had a teacher named Mrs. Lee (yes, her real name, I hope if she reads this she will realize what a flaming bitch she was/is). She was my math teacher and made my life hell. She did not like me from the moment she saw me, because I was fat. Yes, she had a problem with fat people. I lost all the weight by high school, but that is neither here nor there.

I am not good at math and never have been, so this bitch took great delight in telling me in front of the class how stupid I was, on a daily basis. Never mind the fact that she refused to help me understand it all and refused to let anyone give me extra help in trying to learn what she was teaching.

She would grade papers and hand them back to us with the grade on them. She would then have everyone say out loud what grade they got. She did this with every assignment.

Her face would light up and she would smile when she got to me, because she knew I always got an "F". She loved the fact that I would be humiliated in front of the class not just because she told me how stupid I was, but I had the grade to prove just how stupid I was.

She made me cry so many times that I lost count. I didn't tell my mother, because she wouldn't have cared anyway.

The school saw that I was failing her class and pulled me out of her class and put me in with a tutor. She was pissed as hell when she found out I wasn't in her class anymore.

I still have a phobia of math, for fear that people will think I'm stupid. My husband helps our children with their math homework, because I am afraid to help them, in case they get it wrong and the teacher gets on them about it. My children know I'm not good at math, but they tell me it's okay, because I'm good at other things.

In high school, my IQ was tested and rated in the genius category (no, I'm not bragging, just proving a point) and I so wanted to take the results and rub them in Mrs. Lee's face, since she was always telling me how stupid I was.

Also in middle school, I was hit, punched, kicked, told I didn't need to eat lunch, because I was too fat anyway, etc. I tried to tell teachers what was going on even though they saw what happened and didn't say a word to the kids picking on me.

The teachers told me that if I went on a diet those kids wouldn't have any reason to pick on me. Yes, they basically told me it was my own fault for being bullied and if it bothered me so much I should stop being so fat. I went home crying a lot.

Also, both the elementary school and middle school never once asked me why I could to school covered in bruises and welts. They turned a blind eye to the fact that my step father beat me on a regular basis and the fact that I would get a beating for something as stupid as brining home a bad grade.

[Bright_Star]

Of all the teachers I have ever known in my entire time in grade school, the one teacher I have never ever forgotten is my 4th grade homeroom teacher. I was in the 4th grade during the 1975-1976 school year. I went to Marshall Elementary School & her name was Mrs. Jane Ditzel. Kids knew all about her who weren't even in her class. & when I passed 3rd grade & got my final report card, it told you what homeroom you were gonna be for the next year. I saw that I was gonna be in her room & I was scared to death! Kids took one look at my report card, then looked at me & told me I was gonna be in for it.
For some reason she used to scare the crap out of me. I would do something & she'd yell at me EVEN IF I wasn't doing anything wrong. It was so bad that I had to go #1 really bad & was so scared of her that I tinkled all over the seat I was sitting in. So when there was a parent-teacher conference, this teacher told my mother if I had tinkled on the seat & I denied doing it cause I was terrified.
She was mean all year long EXCEPT for one day. That was the last day of 4th grade in June of 1976. What she did was crack jokes & be funny & made the entire class EXCEPT me laugh. I was sitting there too scared to laugh or smile cause this was so out of character for her.
I haven't seen her in over 32 years & would love to find her again & just sit down with her & talk about those long ago days. I'd ask her why was she so mean.

[trunks2k]

I didn't really have any bad teachers until college. Although in highschool I had a Stat teacher that was pretty bad, I didn't understand something and just couldn't grasp the point he was trying to make. So I kept asking him to clarify it because I still didn't get it. Eventually he told me to "shut up". So I did... for the rest of the year. I didn't say a word in his class or ask a question for the rest of the year, which hurt my grades a little bit (thankfully I was able to figure things out on my own). Had he said "we're spending too much time on this, we'll talk about it later" I wouldn't have minded.

In college, there were three professors that I couldn't stand.

One was my ProbStat II professor, professor Goh. He wasn't mean or anything, he was just incredibly hard. He was famous at the school for being really really hard, and his accent didn't make anything easier. That was the only class I actually pulled an all nighter to study for a final (as did just about the entire class). His one saving grace was that he had very strange sayings for example: "When you have headache, you use asprin. When you have cancer, you're fucked." I've totally forgotten what he was saying that in reference to, but it had to do with math.

Another was Professor Shulman. I had him for Math Foundations of Computer Science and Advanced Programming. The guy couldn't teach for anything. He'd do things like ask a question, then while walking us through the answer, wander onto three or four unrelated topics before coming back to the answer of the original question fifteen minutes later. When he gave us programming assignments we never knew what he wanted us to do, we could only make an educated guess and we'd of course lose points for not doing something even though it was never mentioned in the assignment.

He also gave us a "pop" midterm. By "pop" I mean that 3/4ths of the class had no idea we were having it. He never mentioned it in class, had no review session (like every other prof), and the date of the midterm was buried somewhere in his convoluted syllabus, which in turn was buried somewhere in his convoluted website. The only reason 1/4 of the class knew about the exam was b/c they had friends in the other section, whom the prof told the class about the exam and had a review session with. When it came time for our final grades, he sent us a description of how to calculate our grades so we'd know roughly what we'd be getting. His instructions were about a page long, and I think it involved sacrificing chickens.

Final one was my Bio 101 prof. Now, normally when it came to my profs that I wasn't fond of, I acknowledge they know what they're talking about but just aren't good at teaching. Not this girl. She was horrible. She tried to treat her class of 100+ students like children, which made them act like children and she had no control over them. She tried to take 20 points off an exam of mine because I happened to be sitting next to some kids that wouldn't shut up. She told us not to bother bringing in our text books to lecture, then got angry when nobody brought the textbooks in. She told us that lecture wasn't mandatory, then starting taking attendance and docking points if people didn't show up to lecture. She got the formula for photosynthesis totally wrong.... etc. We were supposed to have her for the entire year, but they replaced her due to the abysmal student reviews after the first semester. Even her TAs agreed that she was a moron.

[Gruesome]

Give thanks and rejoice! For justice is nigh.....

I don't know if I had any evil teachers, as I was busy being the evil student. So here are some of my greatest hits; please imagine your most hated teacher having to deal with a little shit like me. I am smart enough to get B's in most things without much effort, and A's if it struck my fancy or I gave any real effort. And I had (have?) a problem with authority.

Biology teacher in 10th grade: He moved me all over the class to try to keep me from sleeping or ignoring him. I read ahead and was good at listening while appearing to sleep. He'd 'wake me up' and demand an answer to a question he assumed I missed, and I'd give him the right answer. He did scare the shit out of me once when I really was asleep - dropped my book on the desk and I jumped out of my skin.

Social studies teacher, 8th grade: Tried to tell us Pike's Peak is the tallest mountain in Colorado. BZZZZZT! Wrong! I probably shouldn't have called him out quite to rudely, but dammit, I was right! It's Mt. Elbert! I proved him wrong in front of the whole class. Sweeeeeeeet! We had other spectacular blow-ups. He was a prick.

Health teacher, 9th grade: The class was 100% from the book and the guy was a robot. A slow robot. I read ahead fast just to get ti out of the way. I was 3 chapters ahead of the class and COMPLETELY ignoring the teacher (probably drawing dungeons for D&D) and he started some shit about me not paying attention. I aksed if he had next week's test ready so I could take it early. He did, I took it, got 100% in 15 minutes, kept on ignoring the douche all semseter.

Special Ed teacher, 7th grade: OK, not MY teacher, but the guy was in charge of after school activities. I had to explain Dungeons & Dragons to him because some dweeb kid half a world away had committed suicide when his cleric got cursed or something. The guy made me feel like I was a Satanist or something so I bogged him down in minute detail until he just got bored and let the D&D club continue.

German Teacher, 10th grade: I feel bad about this one. I look old for my age and my dad likes WW2 movies so I had a good German accent for a beginner. Teacher was brand spanking new - couldn't have been 25 years old. I stayed late one day to discuss something (actual classwork) when my Jackass circuit kicked in. I told her that I was a plant, a recent college grad myself and that the school district used me to check on new teachers to make sure they were getting along OK with the big city school, blah blah blah. I just wanted to let her know that her evaluation would be stirling and she was doing a great job. She bought it. Hook. Line. And sinker. She took it well when I fessed up, but damn that was funny.

Gym teacher, 7th grade: This guy really earned it. I had left my gym shoes at home so I was wearing my regular brown leather shoes for gym. This was, of course, against THE RULES. Gym teachers love their rules, don't they? So he gets on my ass and I tell him I have the wrong athletic shoes in my locker. Do they fit? Well, yes...but... Go get them on! No, no, see.... I said, go get 'em! NOW!! Football cleats do bad things to a basketball court. I tried to warn him!

English teacher, 7th grade (must have been a good year.) This one was bad for everybody involved, and oddly enough, not my fault. My father had migraines for years and I got my first one in class. The first symptom was dizziness, followed by a blind spot that scared the hell out of me, followed by ephasia, or the inability to speak coherently. My mouth was spouting gibberish and I had little control, and my poor English teacher thought I was posessed or something. I had the experience of my father to help me through it afterwards, but it really rattled her for some reason. She was terrified of me after that.

Oh, yeah - the kickball game. I was a braggart, too. I once boasted (5th or 6th grade) that I could take on my entire class singlehanded and win. The teacher decided to call me on it. I would have won, but he had to call the game because it was taking too long, so we left it at a tie. But I still won!

I'm sure I have forgotten plenty of good ones. I was an awful, terrible student. I'm the one who drove them all to drink. So, I guess I owe some of you an apology. Perhaps your teachers were psycho because they had seen one too many of me. Sorry 'bout that.