Who was your least favorite teacher in School and why did you hate them? Best story gets 10 points?

Answer 1

I had a PE teacher in high school named Mrs. Eller. She hated me from the beginning, and I didn't know why until later. Anyway, my first day at the school, I get pants-ed, in the middle of the gym, well, I got really embarrassed and upset, so I ran in her office. She saw the entire thing. The girl that did it was the "star" of the basketball team (mrs. eller was the coach), and she came into the office and told me to "suck it up and stop acting like a girl!" then did nothing to discipline candy.

I'm not a coordinated person, but I am tall, and she hounded me to be on the team, but I had no desire to play. In fact, I hated b-ball. Girls on the b-ball team would get "cramps" and not have to run the mile every wednesday, but the rest of us had no mercy. If you were on the team, you could do whatever you wanted, but if you had a few extra pounds, or weren't in the best of shape, or who knows what else...she pushed you harder and harder, and treated you worse and worse, and even called one of my friends "fat."

So, one day, I felt really sick, and I wasn't sure why. It was Wednesday, so that meant running the mile. I told her that I thought if I ran, I would be sick all over for sure, she told me once again to "suck it up" and run. By this time, I've given up arguing with her, and I ran. About 1/4 into the mile, I got dizzy and felt needles all over and passed right out on the field. She lied to my parents and told them that I was determined to run, and she had told me before that I looked "pale and needed to sit this one out."

She was a two-faced, favoritist, lying crank...and what beats all...is she's the type that give private schools a bad name, because she was in one.

Answer 2

The best I can think of was Mr. Gaphney, a sub we had in middle school ('80-'83) in Los Alamitos, California. He was a pretty intense older dude, who demanded respect from we proto-slackers, and rarely got it. However, the one thing he despised above all else was the term "dude." Everyone knew you could get away with a great deal of things, but calling Mr. Gaphney "dude" was completely out of the question. Should someone slip, and respond "okay, dude" to any request or direction of his, he'd immediately FLIP RIGHT OUT and scream in the poor kid's face, "MY NAME IS NOT DUDE!!! IT'S MR. GAPHNEY!!!! G-A-P-H-N-E-Y!!!! GAPHNEY!!!! DO NOT CALL ME 'DUDE', DUDE!!!!!"

These tirades would be events we'd wait all day for. Sometimes, we'd even take turns on who would get to call him "dude" just to hear the freak-out. If we were feeling really ornery, though, we'd find some sixth grader out on the playground at lunch and tell him, "hey, see that teacher over there? Go say 'hey, what's up, dude?' and he'll tell you a cool joke." -- then sit back and watch the fireworks.

Answer 3

ok i got this... in 5th grade i had a teacher who injoyed throwing multiple things at her student, mostly me, lol because i mouthed off to her alot. her name was mrs. wainright and ask any one at litchfield high school if you do not belive me, but one time, she threw a book at me her shoe at me, and threw my desk, (not at me it was more of a roll) all in the same week. i really pissed her off cuz i called her a racoon because of how thick she wore her make-up, not to her face, but she over heard me.