This year I thought I'd take an HTML course.
My teacher was a socially-awkward, androphobic "Certified Microsoft Office Instructor." Apparently that makes her qualified to teach a hypertext course (as well as every other computer-oriented course the school offers). Then again, [i]she's not even employed by our school[/i].
Halfway through the course I was accused of cheating for putting effort into one of my projects. Apparently in her eyes the subject matter is so mundane that nobody should want to put effort into their work. That would explain her knowing next to nothing about what she was teaching. We've to print out the code and the completed pages; mine mysteriously disappeared and I got a 'D-'.
Her self-proclaimed magnum opus was our school website; cooltext.com buttons, a stock photo of our school's mascot, illegible text, the works. About halfway through the semester, the higher-ups complained that "it wasn't modern enough." I got a real kick out of that one. She responded by deleting the buttons, deleting the background texture, and making all the text blue. :v:
In middle school I had several pretty interesting teachers.
My Spanish teacher was a single ex-Spanish boxer in his late 30s that had a thing for my mother. He was always super kind to me. He gave me an 'A+' on a project I never handed in and told me to finish it by the time I graduated high school. I learned five words over the course of the two years that I had him: "perro" (dog), "gato" (cat) and "vamos a infierno" (we are going to hell), passing with an 'A' average.
My art teacher had a habit of pulling a chair up to me as I worked and asking me for personal advice.
This one substitute had a speciality in P.E. but he was assigned for other lessons mostly.
He was just hopeless. He couldn't spell, he knew nothing, and he looked like the Milky Bar Kid. I felt bad for him.
Our music teacher was a sexist bitch, Which is kind of ironic considering that she was being a dick to women.
So in 7th grade we got some new desks and shit, so everyone is going outside to get the new desks, I decide to hold a door. She made all the girls sit down in the hall-way, and she makes another girl hold the door that I was holding so I could do more work.
I was, and still am a scrawny motherfucker, So it made no sense.
[QUOTE=Bynine;40691847]okay dude realtalk is that last part actually legitimate
seriously
because if it is then [B][I][SUB]ghhhhhh[/SUB]gugguauuauau[SUP]gugughhhh[/SUP][/I][/B][/QUOTE]
Dead serious. She still posts hate speech on facebook. Recently she said that gays shouldn't be allowed to marry because they don't have the mental capacity to love "correctly".
My English teacher, is probably the biggest dick in my entire school. He is one of those people who absolutely HATES being wrong, which I can understand just plain not liking to be wrong. But he'll go to the point of not admitting he was wrong when he knows so. For example, we were learning about subject pronouns in class, basically to recognize points of view in a story. He was doing all fine, until he got to the pronoun "we." He said that it was 2nd person plural. Knowing better, I had a look of confusion on my face and he picked me out, "Ethan, you look confused, what's wrong?" I proceed to tell him it's 1st person plural, then he goes off on me about why I am wrong and why he is right. Then at the end of class, he calls me over and tells me he was wrong.
Another incident happened when we were reading the play version of The Diary of Anne Frank. We got to a German paragraph, and me being in a mostly Hispanic school, no one knows how to speak those parts. He tells the ones playing the roles of the characters how the words are "pronounced," and oh my God he was butchering all of it. My girlfriend, knowing I can speak and read German, raises her hand and just straight up tells the teacher, "Ethan knows how to read German," and the teacher just gets this look of frustration on his face, and then he stares at me, "Since I'm clearly not qualified to speak German, YOU speak it Ethan." When I'm done reading it aloud, he just stares at me like I just killed his family. I'm very happy this school year is almost over. He is in no way shape or form qualified to be an English teacher when I can speak English better than he can.
He also acts like the past participle of a word doesn't exist, so I'm getting annoyed when he says "I have went," "I have ate," "He has took." Its just a big pet peeve of mine.
Mrs Jefferson. Kindergarden.
Meanest lady ever. She scolded us for misspelling things and wouldnt let us use erasers. She died and EVERYONE was happy.
fast forward to 2006-2007. Mrs. Beverly. Kids would start rumors about me, so i would start up my own rumors about them. I was the one that was punished.
She constantly insulted me as fat, when she herself was very large.
She'd let us eat in her class and watch movies, and when we'd be talking she'd say between bites of her strawberry icecream "THIS IS MY LUNCH TOO, I DONT HAVE TO LET YOU EAT HERE"
[QUOTE=JaspertheDoxie;40695201]My English teacher, is probably the biggest dick in my entire school. He is one of those people who absolutely HATES being wrong, which I can understand just plain not liking to be wrong. But he'll go to the point of not admitting he was wrong when he knows so. For example, we were learning about subject pronouns in class, basically to recognize points of view in a story. He was doing all fine, until he got to the pronoun "we." He said that it was 2nd person plural. Knowing better, I had a look of confusion on my face and he picked me out, "Ethan, you look confused, what's wrong?" I proceed to tell him it's 3rd person plural, then he goes off on me about why I am wrong and why he is right. Then at the end of class, he calls me over and tells me he was wrong.
Another incident happened when we were reading the play version of The Diary of Anne Frank. We got to a German paragraph, and me being in a mostly Hispanic school, no one knows how to speak those parts. He tells the ones playing the roles of the characters how the words are "pronounced," and oh my God he was butchering all of it. My girlfriend, knowing I can speak and read German, raises her hand and just straight up tells the teacher, "Ethan knows how to read German," and the teacher just gets this look of frustration on his face, and then he stares at me, "Since I'm clearly not qualified to speak German, YOU speak it Ethan." When I'm done reading it aloud, he just stares at me like I just killed his family. I'm very happy this school year is almost over. He is in no way shape or form qualified to be an English teacher when I can speak English better than he can.
He also acts like the past participle of a word doesn't exist, so I'm getting annoyed when he says "I have went," "I have ate," "He has took." Its just a big pet peeve of mine.[/QUOTE]
We is a first person plural though
They is the third person plural
English doesn't really have a specific word for the second person plural besides something like "you all"
Mr. Kair.
If you did something wrong in his class, he made you do work at the front of the class at his desk.
[b]Sitting on his fucking lap.[/b]
The guy is 50-something. Oh, and get this.
I'm a fucking senior and he does this. Needless to say we had the most well-behaved class ever. Everyone was too scared to do ANYTHING. He doesn't teach anymore. Why? Because he's our fucking vice-principal now and he's insane.
[QUOTE=Tacosheller;40696088]We is a first person plural though
They is the third person plural
English doesn't really have a specific word for the second person plural besides something like "you all"[/QUOTE]
Sorry bout that, I was trying to multitask and write.
It's not strictly an awkward teacher I have, but anyway.
In our engineering class, our teacher decided it was storytime. There was a teacher called Mr Wettan who used to teach here until he left and went off to study arts for a while. In one of his classes at art school, they had a nude model in for the class. It was him and a load of other people that were gonna draw her.
She walks in, looks around, sees him and just exclaims [I]"MR WETTAN?!"[/I] and the whole room was just glaring at the two of them.
turns out she was one of his students while he still taught at our school, this was described as being one of the most awkward moments he's ever had
well, i enjoyed that story, anyway
My CAD teacher
He would always go off on irrelevant tangents and long winded stories that had nothing at all to do with the material we were learning. He seriously at one point started talking about isometric perspective and about half an hour later he was describing the fuel tanks on the SR-71 (which he somehow managed to make dull). He did things like that every day and did very little actual teaching, the class mostly consisted of us drafting and modeling parts from an online textbook. He also just had a really dull voice, and at the end of every day he'd walk out of school in a cowboy hat.
On the bright side he proved to me it is possible to bore someone to sleep.
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