mine was an ahole named mr goosetree (yes I typed that right).
5th grade I had a bud named billy that had polio and had to wear leg braces, couldn't walk too well so I helped him when he needed it. well the moron teacher took exception to that and on more than one occasion he picked one or both of us up by our EARS. the dad found out about it and made a visit to him one day in class, it was the epic parent teacher meeting, threatened to kik his arse if he ever touched me or billy again. ended up getting the teacher fired and banned from working in oklahoma (lost his ok creds). hated that man and would have looked him up as an adult if I could have.

mrs. riner, 4th grade. inspiration for the nurse ratchet character in cuckoos nest

I would mention mine,but he is probably a regular on here

not one of my teachers but we had a girls volleyball coach that used to sit in at our study hall sometimes.

one of those fat, pudgy guys who thought he was a real hardass.

used to get in my face all time when i was a freshman.

P.E class. Coach Payne. We would play Basketball pick-up games in the gym and all the other coaches didnt care but if Payne caught you he would take the basketball and it was gone forever.
Had another coach in junior High that I cant remember his name but he would walked around all day with a Paddle just looking for a reason to hit somebody.

correct me if i'm wrong but isn't the gym where basketball games are supposed to be played?

Ms. Anders was a real beetch.

Mr. Epperson, 6th or 7th grade gym teacher. We called him Epperduck! T-man might remember him also.

In college I had two really bad professors. One at Tech taught math, and I literally could not understand a friggin word the man said. He had a really bad Middle Eastern accent and garbled his words. Dropped the class eventually. The other was an Economics professor at SMU. He smoked in class, which was annoying, and he was simply an arrogant arsehole to deal with.

In law school, I had a professor named Dodge for wills and estates. It was a waste of time to go to class because he got off on tangents that had nothing to do with the class. There was a saying that you needed to dodge Dodge! Ended up with a B simply studing bar exam outlines for the subject!

We had a open Campus. We would play during PE class. The class would be outside running track or playing something and we would be playing Basketball in the Gym. Had one coach who would come play with us once in awhile and always would laugh at us cause he knew it was just a matter of time before that ball was a goner

Poor Ms. Crawford, 4th grade, was an old, bitter, single woman who could not find joy in life if it slapped her in the face. It was a long year. I think if she ever would have smiled, it would have scared the devil out of all of us in her class. A smile would not be a good thing.

Ms. Gann was my algebra 2 teacher in 10th grade. She was the worst teacher I ever had. I could not stand her. I am very good at math and had always made grades in the mid 90's or higher. I barely passed her class.

I can still remember the look on her face the day I got my SAT scores. I made a 740 on the math section. She saw it and asked me in front of the entire class how I could make such high grade on the SAT and do so poorly in her class. I replied "because the my teacher sucks." I got sent to the office and the vice principal laughed out loud when I told him what happened. I didn't get in trouble.

Mrs Abramson. Jr year in high school.

Hot English teacher with an attitude. Great legs...and she placed all of us horny young boys on the front row, then she'd sit on the front of her desk wearing those dark hose with garters, giving us a near peek....and just about the time we were enthralled with the show, she'd ask us a question and embarrass us.

It was like...." Huh ?"

LOL!

did ya ever get to give her some jewelry?

LOL ! Nope. But several other guys did her daughter, who graduated with me. Later she was seen mowing her lawn wearing a loose halter top. Hubby left her.

This is the craziest thing I ever read. A friend of mine name of Zearl took up for me some and I too had polio and wore leg braces. One day I called Zearl a liar and of course I was joking but the ahole teacher which was a big man came and jerked me up from my desk and was trying to push me to the corner but he pushed to hard and down I went. Well I came up fighting and ended up just going home. When we all got to the principals office Zearl told them I didn't call him a liar and the teacher got in trouble. My Mom woudn't let my Dad go get the dude but I think he snuck around and did. This was in the sixth grade.

Funny how things are alike sometimes.

7th grade Catechism.

Sister Mary Shovelface.

Let's just say I was scarred for life.

Sister Mary Shovelface.

I also had a 5th grade teacher named Petit and she hated my azz and I really couldn't blame her because I was a little turd. One day she got so mad she grabbed my desk and started shaking it. She said I pulled the desk (that was two desk in front of me) backwards. Well I tried to explain to her how I couldn't have pulled that desk but I also throwed in the fact she wasn't very smart. Lord she was mad.

This one. Onion breath and crazy with a ruler on your knuckles.

I had an Instructor Pilot in the Undergraduate Pilot Training who was the ultimate screamer. This guy was convinced that the way to teach was to yell incessantly at the student. After a month with this guy I became convinced that my first name was G*ddammit because that was how I was addressed all day every day.

(A bad teacher is one thing. A bad IP is something altogether different. You are with them one on one for hours at a time. It's not as if the attention is share. He is there to remind you of each and every shortcoming. Questions asked are directed at you and you alone)

Eventually it dawned on me that I was passing all my rides. My classmates were not.

There were 105 when we started. Only 60 of us graduated.

I will say this...the guy made me a better instructor. I try to do the opposite of what he did.

I dont relate to screamers very well anymore. It's a sure way to get me to walk away ( if you're a female) or bust your lip, if male. If one cant express their displeasure with me without raising their voice, then I tune them out and let them know why.

As a young butter bar in Uncle Sam's Air Farce, walking away was a one way ticket to Vietnam. From what I was lead to belive, those rice patties were not air conditioned.

Hence the word "anymore"....

Coach Bland,no patience! Wait,there were 50 in that PE class,he couldnt afford to have any patience.