Teachers you have had

[Guest pinnacleofallthingsmanly]

Discuss your teachers.

 

I had a biology professor with a goatee freshman year.

 

I had a professor who I got ino a fight with last year. Basically, I was sitting in the front of the class at a table with about five or six girls because there were no more desks. She decided that I couldn't sit there for some reason and told me to sit somewhere else. I then pointed out the lack of desks and asked her where I should sit, and she said she didn't care where I sat. I got up and left, slamming the door on the way out. I went to my friend's room and got a chair that is kind of like a rocking chair with no legs and carried it across campus and took it back to the class. The teacher was very pissed off at me, but I told her that she didn't care where I sat or what I did, so I got my own chair to sit in. I had isues with that teacher all semester. She had a horrible memory and would explain things to us one way, then forget that she had doen so later on. One time, I was giving a group presentation, and the tacher basically strong armed our presentation and gave a lesson about our topic. I was heated about that. I ended up getting a B in the class after having a conversation with the professor one day. She could have really screwed me, but she didn't. Sweet talking is a skill that everyone should learn. It comes in handy.

[Guest crandamaniac]

I have had the weirdest teacher ever.  I had a teacher for sociology who was a practicing atheist, yet was a minister in a methodist church.  Back in 1957, when he was in college, he got a D in one of his courses.  This caused him to not graduate with honors.  He felt that God was responsible for his greatness in academics, and that God had forsaken him, so he stopped beliveing in God.  Yet he still preaches in a church that does believe in HIM.

 

 

Weird ain't it?

[Guest pinnacleofallthingsmanly]

That's some weird shit.

 

In junior high school, there was a teacher who had a KKK uniform and he wore it one day for a presentation. Funny how nobody questioned why you would have one of those things, but I didn't feel any less insulted.

 

My homeroom teacher in junior high was an old guy who talked like he was Stan Lee or some comic book character. He was a nice guy, but one day he came in with jet black, greasy hair and I tried unsuccessfully to stifle my laughter.

 

There was this one teacher that worked at a school that had a summer camp that I worked at. He made a very shitty joke, and like a jerk, I pretended to laugh uncontrollably. I guess he didn't take to well to being shown up and he made it his business to be in my face the entire summer. He was trying to be nice to me or something, and I really had wished that I had kept my big mouth shut.

 

There was a student teacher that I had for French in 11th grade who decided to profess her love for me in front of the class on her last day. I felt very, very uncomfortable and wanted to crawl into a hole when she started saying I was her heart and all of that shit. I was a big cut-up in that class and I skipped that sumbitch at every chance I got (there was a social worker or guidance counselor or whatever she was that used to give me passes whenever I didn't want to go to a class), which probably didn't please the teacher to much. The French teacher hated me and one time called the parents of these two girls that I used to sit with in the back of class, but she didn't call mine. She probably figured I was too far gone for it to make any difference. I wonder to this day how much the student teacher's speech made her blood boil. While the speech made me uncomfortable, I still like to think that it was a fuck you to the French teacher in some way.

[Guest]

I had a Nun for the eight grade. She must have been two, maybe three tons... and about 74 years old. Whenever we talked or did something bad, she told us to go to hell, literally. We found this quite amusing, so we did shit to her on purpose. To make a long story short, she went mental, and had to go back to teaching the second grade. Hehehe...memories.

[Guest pinnacleofallthingsmanly]

In third grade, we retired our teacher. That class was so bad, we had a substitue teacher who had to leave the class from time to time to gather herself. She tried to assert herself by singling me out for a wisecrack. Back in those days, my aunt that I lived with was a second grade teacher, and she happened to teach at the same school. The teacher next door came in and told her that my aunt was downstairs, so she made a wiseass comment about me wanting to go see mommy. I sat there seething silently but took some solace in the fact that the class was avenging my humiliation. I wasn't even doing anything bad, which was funny considering the chaos in that classroom. There was a girl who just started dropping her history book on the floor, and there were kids going through the teacher's desk to get back stuff that had been confiscated (one item was a gold tooth). Someone in the class said that they saw her working in a K-Mart later that year.