That teacher that you couldn't stand!

My 3rd grade teacher had breath I can STILL smell, 5th grade teacher had the worlds worst case of PMS,but the worst one was the dorky psycho Mr.Penczuk,a Jr High math teacher who bore an astounding resembalnce to Bun E. Carlos,drummer of Cheap Trick.

There were a few bad ones, but they haven't really stayed firm in my memory. My primary memory of a teacher is Miss Greenwood, my grade 9 French teacher who used to sit on the front of her desk in a mini-skirt and high heels, swinging her legs as she taught. I think she influenced my libido forever....

There was this one teacher in my High school who I will never EVER forget. Thank goodness he no longer teaches there. A nasty piece of work who unashamedly gave black kids in my school a real hard time. Particularly the boys. In the 90's kids cut their hair in all these awful styles and if they came to school with any signs on their heads or hair that was bald they would have to stand outside his office until their hair grew back. NO JOKE! It's not me being paranoid as this man was clearly a racist. On my high school Facebook wall almost all the kids this man gave a hard time to expressed their dislike for him and it just so happens the majority of them are now black successful males who he quickly wrote off as failures. The joke is this is years after I left. Well no surprise he was South African, but what disgusted me is that here I was in a Roman Catholic school where we were taught about love, forgiveness and kindness and here this doofus was not only teaching there, but w... Read more

Mrs. Young the English teacher, if by the one in ten million chance you're reading this, I just want you to know that you're a racist, hypocrite and horrible teacher and you sat at your desk not with the focus of educating students in mind, but to collect a paycheck while playing favorites and being a condescending jerk.

i can't remember her name but we had a substitute teacher who resembled a witch with her gray hair that stuck straight u and she was very mean. If we had any idea she was going to substitue it was not unusual for half the class to be absent.

I had a teacher that used to like to pick on me, big time. I guess everyone has had a teacher that they could do without. But I must say that in my years in school I can say I had my share of good teachers, as well, and they will always have my admiration and respect.

I don't remember her name, but in the fall of '54 I had an eighth grade "teacher" of "social studies" (civics, history and geography all lumped together) who decided - based solely on my appearance* - that I was a moron. So, when we took our first exam, I completed the two hour test in 45 minutes, turned in my answers, and sat to wait for the rest of the class to finish. A few minutes later, the battle ax marched up to my desk, threw the test results at me (I got 100%), screamed, "I don't know how... but I know you cheated!!!!!!!!!" and then marched - red faced - back to her desk in front of the class from which she glared at me until my slower classmates began handing in their papers. I was momentarily stunned, but not really fazed by her performance. However, I did wonder how such an obnoxious fool managed to get a degree in education. * Elvis looked quite conservative compared to me.

Mrs. Tompkins. English teacher grades 6 through 8. Yes, I had to spend 3 years in this woman's class and that made 8th grade graduation that much more special. How this woman slipped though the cracks at Nuremberg is beyond me. She had an obsession for detention and would hand it out for anything and everything. When it wasn't detention, it was sentences, usually 100. We had break time after lunch and we would go out by the football field. They had a rule that we couldn't get on the bleachers during break time. She once gave me 100 sentences, "I will not get on the bleachers", when I put my foot on the step to tie my shoe. I protested, to no avail, and handed in my 100 sentences the next day. She glanced at them, ripped them up in front of the entire class, and threw the paper in the trash can. One day the principal started calling people to his office. Somewhere in there I heard my name and walked to his office where I joined the other 25 people he had called. When he finally came... Read more

I had a Social Studies teacher who was a real prick. I was immediately presented with a 20 page paper- the project was to create a guide of sorts to an American city. I got Dallas, and got a D- because I barely did it- that's a ton of work for 7th grade. History was arguably my best subject, but this year I did poorly. I was very different back then, a kid from the Boston neighborhood of Dorchester, which is sort of like a smaller version of Queens but with people with an even nastier, everything/ everyone sucks attitude, and Dallas might have been Middle Earth or aThe Planet of the Apes- we thought there were sea monsters down the Cape and you fell of the face of the world somewhere in Rhode Island...Anyway, this asshole used to always give the girls A's just for having tits. The prick hated me, and all guys in the class really. This jerkoff used to always talk about Vietnam but I doubt he was there unless you could still go to Vietnam if you were four foot eight. Maybe going to Viet... Read more

I went to catholic elementary school, so every teacher/nun was a bitch. I still remember my music teacher slapping the piss out of one of my classmates.

Ms. Lauuwe I was stuck with her in 10 grade English 3. She used to be an honors techer, and I got stuck in her class. She was a BITCH. Embarassed you in front of the class, super strict, shouted all the time! Not to mention always assigned a shit load of homework. Put it this way, her class was the ONLY one I failed lol.