Your teachers at school once upon a time...

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What were they like? I remember few of them being real personalities. I´m being teased ´cos of it.:grin: Our english teacher sweated like a pig, french teacher had a voice of a crow,
P. E. teacher joked with us all, physics teacher was (is) a pervert...

Your unforgettable memories...
 
I remember two distinctly: Mrs. Robifker (6th grade) and Mrs. Melvin (5th grade). Mrs. R. had this red afro and had skin problems, and used to sweat profusely. Mrs. M. was very, VERY skinny, wore 5th Avenue clothes and filed her nails every few hours throughout the day. I was the resident teacher's pet with both of these teachers. I guess that's why I remember them, and all the tortures I suffered at the hands of my fellow classmates :grin: *give me the chalk, it's my turn to write the entire social studies chapter on the civil war! **nu-uh...I was picked because the teacher likes me and she doesn't like you, nyanananana.. (mmm...come to think of it..maybe I was the teacher's pet because I did all the dirty teacher work :cry: )
 
Me still being in school, I remember a lot of them

My 5th grade teacher Mrs. Croysdale had a turkey neck, and when she got mad she made this funny noise and she looked like a turkey. Someone did a speech on a chocolate store, saying things like (And you bite into the chocolate, and the caramel ooozes into your mouth), Mrs. Croysdale was shaking uncontrollably and looked like she was going to eat her gradebook. As soon as the speech finished she was like "That should get an "AL" rating, AFTER LUNCH! And then we went to lunch :rolleyes:

Eight grade, Mr. Cole did chemistry and physics with us, the average grade on his tests was about a low D, I hated that class.

Mrs. Jones :mad: Probably a contributing factor for failing algebra in ninth grade, she called all her students Turkeys (wtf), and she made sarcastic deaththreats nonstop, and she couldn't teach if her life depended on it:mad:

Mr. Albin spit on the class, whenever he talked this sick looking yellowish saliva built up on his lips and he'd spray the front row with it (not intentionally).
 
In 8th grade my home-room teacher was a bit of a screw-ball. Once he came in hung over and his shirt in the back was tucked into his underwear (hanes briefs with the white waistband), so every time he'd turn around to write on the board the class would giggle. He got so pissed at this he put chalk in his mouth and chewed it up and spit it out! heheh Then he go even more pissed and took the book he was holding and threw it (with the intention of it landing on his desk). The book hit the desk alright but it didn't stop there, it slid across the desk, knocking everything on the desk onto the floor and then the book slid off the other side of the desk and landed square into the garbage can. :) When that happened every let out a huge ba-hahah, and some people nearly fell out of their seats from the strength of the belly-laugh. Good times (well, perhaps not for this teacher, hehehe).

Satori
 
I had the absolute weirdest regular substitute teacher. He had a constant boner, and I mean constant. And he always wore sweatpants! Boners and sweatpants don't mix, trust me. And one day he came over to my desk to say something, and I swear his boner was resting on my desk. It just gets weirder -- someone asked him teasingly if he had ever been in jail (in relation to his boner somehow? i'm not sure), and he actually had, which just sent us into hysterics. so weird. :lol:
 
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Some people are weirdddd.
Speaking of weird teachers, I just remembered my elementary school art teacher Mr. Hume.

He was always a favorite with the younger kids, since he made all these stupid/crazy voices and did a bunch of stupid stuff that would amuse five year olds. He did it with the older kids too, and no one thought it was funny :rolleyes: I figured he was just trying to get some laughs, I was wrong...

My mom subsitute teaches at that school, and when Mr. Hume quit my mom took over art for the rest of the year, she was setting her stuff up in the art room while he packed up. She told me that he was talking to HIMSELF in four different voices, while she was in there. He would say in one voice "Maybe we should put this in here" then reply in another "NO! You're stupid, shut up!" Wow, I love the Florida edumacashun sytum :eek: :rolleyes: :eek:
 
I had a crush on my fifth grade teacher - she was early 20's - real pretty - and her husband was in Vietnam. Three of us took her out for an Italien dinner (she drove of course). It was the highlight of my school career.
 
Originally posted by Lina
I had the absolute weirdest regular substitute teacher. He had a constant boner, and I mean constant. And he always wore sweatpants! Boners and sweatpants don't mix, trust me. And one day he came over to my desk to say something, and I swear his boner was resting on my desk. It just gets weirder -- someone asked him teasingly if he had ever been in jail (in relation to his boner somehow? i'm not sure), and he actually had, which just sent us into hysterics. so weird. :lol:
This turned out to be funnier thread than I thought :lol:
 
In german class, in year 8, Mrs Janosek sent me into her office, and left me there.

There was a box of breakfast cereal on her desk in there.

I proceeded to eat it.

She walked in just as I was tipping the final contents into my mouth.

She just couldn't beleive it.

She was.... Baffled!

goddamn, he word baffle is sexy!!
 
holy shit, im just having lots of memeries now, considering im half-way through my second year in college.

hmmm, i remember in 3rd grade, my teacher's name was Mr. Biddick, who was obssessed with trains. I don't know why, but he would bring in all these documentaries just to do with trains.

lets see, in 8th grade, my english teacher, Mrs. Farnsworth (if thats how its spelled), would always wear a skirt, and transparent panties, almost every guy would take a peek :lol:

then there was also my 7th grade science teacher, Mr. Aerent, who had this giant pot belly, and would walk to and fro alongside of the blackboard, and on each 3 "lap", he would stop half-way just to pull up his pants. his fingernails were also always long for some reason, but he was a good teacher neverthless.

then there was Mrs. Shupack, my 6th grade science teacher, who would always act out what she the subject was about (if that made any sense).

i could go on forever, i still remember some of my teachers from kindergarden. :spin:
 
Well I didn't really have any strange teachers in Elementary school. I had the coolest teachers in 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade though!
In 6th grade I had this English teacher that I hated so much, and she always yelled at me for some reason! :o She would always say "Don't make me drop kick you all the way to the H-E-B" H-E-B is a local Grocery store, by the way.
In 7th grade I had the craziest science teacher, Mr. Hook. During Sex-Ed he was talking about sperm going into the egg, and he started acting out the role. He leaned over and started bumping into the overhead projector (egg) acting like a sperm trying to enter an Egg. It was so hilarious, that was a fun class. One time in that class this kid passed out, but the teacher thought he was goofing off, so he started bitching, but saw the kid had fallen out of his chair. So he woke him up, took him out in the hall where no one could really see, but I was able to see. And as he was talking to the kid in the hall, he just passed out again, falling on the floor.
In 8th grade we used to always lock my History teacher in her office. She was new, early 20's and was really really cool, so we proceeded to make her first year hell. And she just laughed with us, as we piled up desks around her office door, and she attempted to CLIMB out.
In 9th grade, we had a Chemistry substitute for about a month or two, who was this old creep. He would wash his hands with rubbing alchohol, and was the worst teacher I have ever had. But it was fun because we would just sit and play game boy or goof off as he attempted to teach us. It was a fun time, we did absolutely nothing! Eventually he just walked out on our class and never came back, the principle wasn't too happy with us....
 
Well, you know how children are harsh.... :err:

We used to laugh our asses off at an English teacher, Mrs. Peachy. She had something wrong that made her eyes twitch. At the same time they'd both close. It was like she was using it as a period at the end of every sentence. You two <blink> (and her head would go with it sort of) No talking during tests <blink> It was hard keeping a straight face while being reprimanded. :lol:

And Edward G. Cannuel with his crooked finger. He'd point at you and say "You, out of my classroom!" and we'd all die laughing trying to figure out WHO he was pointing at. :tickled:

"This is forgiveness, so I know.
 
In the 8th Grade i had this teacher named Mrs. Barnes and she was normal except for the fact that she had a SERIOUS speech impediment... we used to laugh our asses off impersonating her, haha... If you've ever seen the movie "The princess bride", she sounds like the cleric guy combined with an old man who just had a stroke. And i think she had some disease where she couldnt go without talking or making some noise for any length of time.
 
My current math teacher talks about herself in third person. She said to me "When Ms. Clark puts something on the board, she wants you to write it down." Things like that.

My current biology teacher talks like a tripped out hippie. She's always like "Yeah, dude....." "Woah man!" things like that.

My band director in 6th grade threw his coke at the percussionists on a regular basis.

My band director in 7th grade had a huge mole right near his right eye. He had this ridiculous, fake Australian accent and when he'd yell the mole would twitch.

My english teacher last semester had a huge hole in her neck from a surgery. She also happend to be incredibly fat and incredibly stupid. She lost my book report and then gave me an F on it! :mad:

hmmm......My science teacher in 6th grade wore a purple cow shirt everyday and liked to sing Mary Had a Little Lamb. Loudly. All the time.
 
My grade 10 English class came straight from hell. We would roll up fake doobs and plant them all over the class. We shot V-darts non-stop (it's a tightly rolled strip of paper about 2" wide, folded in a "V" and shot from an elastic band. It HURTS) and every story written by every male member of the class was about "the wolfman":lol:
We went through no less than 3 teachers (nervous breakdowns resulting in them quitting) not to mention the French teacher (followed around by an endless chorus of "ribbit, rrriibbit", she had a couple of nervous breakdowns too). Ahhh, those were the days.