The epic of the abusive band teacher

[Teskeria]

My favorite teacher was in 5th grade. Mrs. H (the kids called her Horrible H-------). She was extremely strict and would give the Rattan if you misbehaved. (this was in the 60's). she expected you to learn. Once one of the boys backtalked her and ran (He was a good foot or more taller - she was tiny) and she chased him around the room. One of his friends stuck out a foot and tripped him. She grabbed him by the ear, pulled him up front and wallopped his hand (she made it sting, but didn't do actual damage).
She answered any question you had, would repeat an explaination another way if you were having trouble understanding and I once heard her cancel a doctor (or dentist, dont know which) appointment on the phone "one of my students needs help after school, I'll call later to reschedule"
I adored her.

[Imogene]

get a by (or is it buy?)

Can't say for sure, I always hear it as "Ah-bye!"

I had a few bad teachers, none that were abusive, at least that I remember... One, a Social Studies teacher, was a horrible, horrible person, who told us, day one, a story about a lady with a beeper, at a grocery store, and her beeper went off, and his son spouted, "Look out, she's backing up!" and he laughed! Hello, asshole, you're not exactly slim. Will it be funny if your son heard your beeper going off and spouted the same line?

Had a string of English teachers who made me hate the classes. One, who I later found out, wrote an advice column for the local paper, refused to let me move seats after I asked to be moved (admittedly, it was because I kept hitting my head on her damn hanging plant...)

Another assigned us a group project where we would be acting out scenes from Romeo & Juliet. My group gave me the role of the Nursemaid while I was away in the restroom. First off: English class, not fucking drama! Second, I asked if the role could be changed to Doctor, say, as at the time I wasn't aware of my gender dysphoria. Given the chance nowadays, I'd gladly dress up in a latex nurse's outfit and make my group mates stumble and blush. She said, simply, "No." Now, when we all presented our bits, and one group did their scene as though it had taken place in the Star Wars galaxy, that pissed me off. She'd basically told me, "No altering things,"and here they were, going against the rules. Now, I'd come to school in a sweater vest, a dress shirt, and slacks that day, knowing the presentations were to be put on at some point. So, I was in costume all day. I didn't usually dress well. So, when I got marked down for not dressing up for the part, I got extra pissed.

A teacher I had just about the time I had my stroke had it in for men, especially smart men. She especially hated the 'gifted' students, because we slacked off. And could get away with it, because the school wasn't exactly challenging us... so we did all our assignments in the last thirty minutes before they were due. One day, a day for finishing up rough drafts of some paper, I ask to go down to the Spectra room. She says no, so I go back to my desk, and, with nothing else to do, actually start writing a rough draft. Something you should know about me, and my writing style: I don't like rough drafts. I seriously don't. Particularly when I'm writing for assignments. As the Spectra teacher wrote in a yearbook of mine one year: "Juwl loves to write, and he often writes a perfectly flawless story on the first try. No spelling errors, no major loopholes, nothing."
Or, something similar to that. Seriously. I don't like rough drafts and revision because it doesn't feel the emotion I meant for it in the first place when I revise. Not to mention, particularly when we did peer-revisions, my papers came back mostly spotless. Maybe a typing error I missed, but nothing that usually warranted rewriting the entire paper. My first drafts usually became my final drafts.
This teacher also had us read The ____ Papers, the title of which is blank in my mind... it was a series of vignettes, about travelers through Britain, if I remember correctly... and she assigned us each a story to read and interpret. I read mine out to the class, and said he sounded like a pirate, or at least, a sea-man, as it stated, "He rode a horse as best he could," which to me meant he didn't spend time on land. She immediately cut in, "Well, could it possibly mean he spent a lot of time riding horses?" I looked down at my part, skimmed it briefly, and said, "It could, but I don't think it does." You asked for our interpretations, lady, and here's mine.

Oh, one of my college classes was called "Introduction to College", I swear! And the teacher had us do a final project of a ten minute speech in front of the class, on the topic of our choice. I went absolutely dead last, as I usually do for presenting... and wove a story based in the world I write about. Two days later, I get my score card handed to me, I got a 98. Yay. Then I see why she docked points. "Used big words! -2" I drifted back over my presentation mentally, and could only think of having said "transformation," which was much speedier than telling the life history of that particular character. Plus, it's a fucking COLLEGE class! If you don't know BIG WORDS like transformation, just get the hell out!