Now that we've had stories from teachers it's time for stories ABOUT teachers. Did you have a weird or crazy teacher? Tell me about them in the replies here and we'll make the best ones into a vid.
We used to borrow an old school while our school was being renovated, since it's temporary it somewhat of a pick a spot and use it type of situation. Some kids thought they found a good spot on a roof to vape unbeknownst to them their spot just happens to be directly across the discipline teacher's window. When he shouted at them they all panicked and jumped off the roof (it wasn't that high but high enough to hurt). The teacher saw the building they ran to and went to each classes and told them all to hop for a while those who dropped after a few reps were suspected (the boys came clean before that happened though)
My year 9 math teacher had a bit of a.... reputation around the place, he's consistently dubbed the cruellest teacher ever and I had a taste of that myself when I was in year 9, he gave me detention on the first day for apparently not doing the work at all when it was there in pencil and he had his glasses on which made me imply that even with glasses he was blind, but since that day he had a personal grudge against me and a friend and so i would always end up in detention, but whenever the bell rang he would guard the door so nobody tried to leave as he inspected peoples work, but I'm a short cunt so I crawled under the tables closest to the door and snuck past him as he guarded said door and ran off every time i got detention. also apparently he didn't let a girl go to the bathroom during "that" period of time and caused a seat to be blood stained
I am in a special ed class (basically all the autistic shits) and our teachers moto was low level bullying builds resilience i really took it to heart and gave the fat kid shit over liking special chair then when i looked away he smashed me over the head with metal water bottle and i had a mild concussion
I had a detention with a teacher who was going through a real heavy divorce at the time. Instead of doing the detention, he drove myself and the 3 other boys I was in detention with 3 towns away to help him move furniture out of his wife's house. He paid us in beer and lost his job the next day
My AP physics teacher caught a lifetime ban from the local amusement park. This was back before certain roller coasters had ratcheting bars to keep you in the car during loops. He did some math on a napkin while standing in line to ride the roller coaster, then on the big drop into the first loop he unclipped the shoulder harness and stood up, as the napkin math had shown him the centripetal force around the loop would prevent him falling out of the car to his death in the loop. Unfortunately for him this was also where the souvenir photos were taken so he was met at the exit of the ride by security with a photo of him halfway stood up. He was ejected from the park for the day, banned for a week, and told to never do it again. He caught the lifetime ban for going back a week later to do it again. Absolute menace
My favorite teacher was an absolute character. He had a doctorate in economics, and was a wildly successful businessman before he retired to teach. We tracked down the news paper article from when he sold his company to Proctor & Gamble. Despite this experience, he decided to teach high schoolers AP Chemistry. He was probably the most competent teacher there. He got in trouble with the cops because in his free time he made explosives in his shed. Tried making a shaped charge (like those found in anti-tank warheads) and literally blew a meter wide hole in the roof of the shed. He was also the most chill teacher. His rule was so long as you didn’t disrupt the class you could do whatever. He actively encouraged the kids talking in the back to take a nap. I only took him up on that offer once. I have checked with almost every roommate and partner I’ve had since and all have confirmed I don’t sleep talk. However, this time when I nodded off in his classroom, I started groaning in my sleep and shouted something along the lines of “what the fuck are you idiots doing? You’re doing it wrong!” He didn’t wake me, instead he had everyone quietly clear the room, turned off the lights, then slammed a book down on his desk, asking what I was still doing as the busses had left an hour before. He gaslights me for a solid 45 seconds before he breaks and calls everyone else back in.
My high school physics teacher - bless the man, was a banker for over a decade before entering education. Most of his pedagogical methods involved throwing tennis balls, chucking chairs, slamming textbooks and jumping on tables as he explained relativity, gravity, quantum and so forth. He was such an inspiration that my friend and I would dot down some of his best quotes: "You girls aren't real, you're just moving particles", "See how I moved from my desk to yours without passing though the table?", "We're physicists, we are all crazy." I ended up getting 89/100 in his class. On the day we graduated, he was teary eyed and told us he wish he had the chance to teach us more. Four years later, I am now a teacher myself. I hope to meet him again one day and tell him how much he influenced me.
Sadly, I never got a teacher that brilliant, but I've had a few that were characters. One of them I appreciate the most was my programming lecturer in 1st year of uni. I don't remember asking about his background, but you could tell from how he looks he's crazy, the 'very passionate for what he teaches' crazy. He has greyish hair very messy, with bits sticking up here or there. He looks like the stereotype of mad scientist, exuding major energy of one too when he would speak about his expertise. I had struggled with getting my head around programming for at least 4 or 5 years before uni. Because of him and the few friends I made then that loved code as much as he, it made far more sense to me. Now, since it's not required for my course and career, I enjoy the passion he gave me by enjoying to code as just a hobby, though haven't done it much recently. Man, what a legend.
Not long after sep 11, our history teacher went around our class, asking what we wanted to do for work when we finish school. A Pakistani student in our class said that he wanted to become a pilot. To which this teacher replied, "oh well that's handy, the taliban' could use a few new pilots"
My high school German teacher was an interesting dude. He dressed like a boy scout, and we would commonly have a substitute on Mondays. We eventually figured out that he moonlighted as a DJ, and the reason he missed so many Mondays was because he had weekend gigs in Europe. He told us that he makes way more money as a DJ (no surprise), and that he just teaches for the fun of it. A few of my older friends in the advanced classes actually got a mixtape from him, unfortunately I never got to listen to it. He also lived in West Berlin during occupation, and told us a story about him and his dad sneaking into East Berlin, handing out toilet paper to poor people and subsequently getting arrested. I'm convinced that he is the main character and we're all just living in his world.
I had a teacher that was teaching high school drama . He referred to him self as “Dr. Logan” and would get incredibly defensive when anyone (including other staff) would call him Mr.Logan… he forced our library to carry his self-published book of poems which he kept loaning out for himself. He would frequently read out his poems in class, one time a year 8 put her hand up after he read out one of his famous poems and just stated “I like to write poems too” to which he replied “well I have published poems”. The man finally left with my school claiming that he was moving on to bigger and better things when I was in year 11. we all found out later that not only did he not hold a PHD in any field - he didn’t even have a teaching degree…
I had a crazy physics teacher who, during a lockdown (because some dumbass left a backpack in a bathroom and said it was a bomb) got bored and preceded to use PVC, old mylar balloons, ping pong balls and and a vacuum pump to make a vacuum gun that shot ping pong balls at a calculated 300m/s. This led to multiple holes in the wall and a police officers and the principal running into the room thinking someone got shot. Cherry on top, he got nothing more than a slap on the wrist because his standardized test scores were so good (This happened in Texas if you couldn’t tell)
In grade 3, We had a teacher in her late 50s known for throwing bags out of the second story window when you didn’t agree with her. One day, having her as a substitute in the same room, I disagreed with her about something in class, and she threw my bag out the window. In a moment which led my friends to think I was a bit of a legend, I went up to the front of the room, grabbed her handbag and threw it out the window as well. I got a week’s detention , but it was worth it.
I had an older teacher named P. Didero who for the longest time went by P. Diddy. She continued using that nickname for about half a year after the real P. Diddy was arrested because no one told her.
Funny thing about that cannibalism anecdote though is that in Britain way-back-when it was actually completely legal for shipwrecked sailors to draw sticks and choose one of them to eat for survival. Kid was onto something. Couple hundred years too late, but still.
it still is legal at least in effect because no one is going to prosecute the survivors of a shipwreck or aircraft crash, it's considered a survival exemption, same with being trapped on a mountain side after a plane crash
As soon as the teacher in the video warned about prion disease from cannibalism my first thought was also, that's only the brain tho. Clearly the high school girl also has an interest in morbid medical topics.
Custom of the Sea: "Cannibalism was a widely accepted custom of the sea in the early modern and colonial eras when shipwrecked sailors would eat the bodies of the deceased or draw lots to decide who would be killed and eaten. This practice was a way to survive when provisions ran out." Pretty sure it even went into detail as to how to go about it if a crewmate was a relative or not (you kill the one thats not a relative first, etc). Fun times!
One of my English teachers was insanely high strung, and it made sense given students would throw their shoes at him, contradict his statements often, and once brought an electric frying pan to class and started cooking at the back of the room. He didn't help himself by constantly telling obvious fibs - like the time he got out of an awkward conversation by 'receiving a phone call', only for a student who had his phone number to call him seconds later and reveal he'd been talking at nothing. One day he blew his top, walked out - and proceeded to disappear without notifying the school. For years rumors abounded about where he'd gone, with the most popular being that he'd gone to the other side of Australia to teach preschoolers and married a mail-order bride. Years later, in mid university, I was riding in the back of a friend's car - and I saw my old teacher walking up the side of the road with a tiny Asian lady, pushing a double-pram with two babies in it. I pressed my face up against the window - we locked eyes - there was mutual shock - and I never saw him again. I will never in my life forget the look on his face. Hope he's doing well.
Hey! I was teaching in Central Queensland. The town was a major centre and serviced many local mines. Additionally, it has a large indigenous student population. They were all absolute legends. Some of the miners kids, not so much. One little cherub was quite horrid. She broke into the art room during lunch and stumbled across the supply of charcoal sticks. She's not very bright, so thought it would cool to completely coat herself, head to toe in the charcoal. She then confidently approached my computer classroom, ready to start her business studies. The rest of the class were already inside, so here comes a kid in full black face wanting to join her classmates, some who are indigenous. I said "yeah nah, not only will you make a mess, you won't make it out of that room alive, go to the office and have a chat with the principal. 5 minutes later I get a phone call on the classroom phone from the principal. "Hey mate, thanks for that one, gave her good talking too and sent her home to clean it off.. Take a look out the window champ, it's going to be great". Normally any kid being sent home wouldn't be that concerned. Bit remember where we are. She had to walk past several government houses. The tenants of those houses were indigenous and guess what, several were home that day. I've never seen a kid run so fast after realising that she had just walked past an entire indigenous family in full blackface. I could hear the principal absolutely losing it on the end of the line. The rest of the class were watching from the windows too. 15 years of teaching and this is still my highlight.
Our school had a thorough dress code which, among other rules, required girls to wear shorts under their skirts. As you'd expect, this rule was exclusively enforced by the female faculty members. This was until one of our newer teachers, a guy who was fresh out of college, decided it was his turn. One day, in front of the whole class, he looked directly at a freshman girl and bluntly commented, “Went with blue today, huh?" He was fired before school was out for the day.
Went to a Christian school in a large country city. The WoodTech teacher was a very true character of a typical storybook carpenter. Like Nick Offerman gene spliced with one of the 7 dwaves. We were called into a year wide meeting with the teachers and deputy principal (who was a doppelganger of Ruddy with none of the charisma) to tell us that our excursion to Sydney the following year is cancelled due to the behaviour of the grade above us on their Sydnet trip. This was met with protest by every single student, but they held firm with this bullshit. Woodtech teacher was quiet the entire time until the protesting had started, and then exclaimed "fine we'll have a party at mine!" So all of us went to his farm and had a fire and skate ramps set up and an outdoor cinema and barbecue with about 3 or 4 (of the good) teachers and 60 of us kids. It fucking slapped! Like a piss up without the booze. I never really got on with him until we found common ground with depression. He was later asked to leave the school for always siding with the students on issues rather than the faculty. We stole things he had to leave behind to return to him by staging a brawl with the class circled around out the back as a distraction. He was an actual bro!
My weird teacher was my eccentric ancient history teacher from year 10-12. His lessons were mostly a stream of consciousness style word document he wrote that we copied verbatim, he spent a lesson trying to find the right Mongolian throat singing video, he told us he had sex in a cemetery in Italy and he used to bring up his mother an extraordinary amount. Also, he had an intense stutter, spent a lesson discussing lab grown diamonds (?)and pointed out the quiet students telling them to shut up randomly when the class was silent.
Had an Irish relief teacher who would frequent our high school and sub-in for literally any class. My favourite was when he substituted for music. He'd hear kids sing and ask, "Can you whistle?" They'd either say no or whistle better than their singing. It was his subtle way of saying you couldn’t sing. Great sense of humour and the only reason I miss High School
My wacky teacher is my Future FIL who was the wood and metal teacher at the time, he organized for scrapped cars to be pulled up to the oval during the school fair each year for students to trash with Hammers, Wrenches. Was fired later when the principal's daughter and her friends didn't want to wear eye protector during their classes got sacked after he shouted at them and made them sit out of the metal work, still a top lad shame about the stroke.
American student here. There were some teachers I won't ever forget and not every one was by choice. 1. English teacher in 8th grade (year 7) was a older cat lady who said all the time that she'd only stop teaching when they took her out of school on a stretcher. They eventually did once I'd graduated to high school as she suffered a stroke during class. 2. Wood Shop teacher in the same year was arrested and plead guilty to the SA of his granddaughter 3. Year 10 history teacher insisted she was a pelican and was raised for 6 months in her childhood by wolves. She had floor length dreadlocks and was almost marble pale in complexion. I was not in her class but she was impossible to miss in the halls. Another teacher in the History department worked as a knight for Medieval Times and would wear the full suit of plate mail for Halloween every year. 4. Year 11 Environmental Sciences was a cool guy who was apparently going the route of American Beauty during his ongoing divorce. Days he'd come in smelling like weed were the best because he'd sit red-eyed and put on Blue Planet and watch like he was staring into the face of God. Had him for homeroom too so it was a great way to start the day. 5. College professor for my last math lecture had a speech impediment where he'd clear his throat with a little cough after every word, and in the middle of words with multiple syllables. Every. Word. 6. Professor for an advertising course at the same school auto passed everyone and gave no work saying he was grateful that we even took the course because we were the only reason he had a job for that semester. The course was apparently not very popular. 7. Communications professor at uni was a large man from Mozambique with a thick accent whose introduction was, 'I will not remember any of your names. You see, I am always high. My wife and I had our car hit by a low flying plane in Mozambique and I am still on Vicodin to this day.' I changed lectures. School in the US before shootings became commonplace was a treat.
Dang my HS life wasnt that exiting but turns out my DP of my school slept with senior boys at their formal afterparties after they had graduated. She also apparently took advantage of said students and had…. With them while they were drunk 😐🤟
When I was 12 years old to 15 years old, I had my wackiest and favorite teacher of my life. The first sign that something was up was when he threatened to “meet a student in the parking lot after school” about 3 days into the year. He also had a tendency to throw the 3 kilogram math books at students heads when they fell asleep in class. He would tell us about how he has high blood pressure and heart problems, and that he needs to “minimize stress” (all while continuing the aforementioned antics). One method of minimizing stress was when he hung a poster on the wall that said “STFU” and would point to it every time a student was talking in class. I distinctly remember the time that a school admin came in the room, saw the STFU poster and asked to talk to him outside the classroom. Immediately after that conversation, he showed us the answers to the next test. He did the same thing, giving us the answers to every test for the rest of the year. All of us had an A, but many bruises and black-eyes.
My weird teacher was a Mr Turner, he had a nickname from the year 9 boys of turner the tank engine, due to him smoking so much. We would often enter class after lunch and not start for 10 minutes as he would be finishing his episode of mash on the projector. He also once asked before the end of the year if we liked him to send our love in the form of cuban cigars and red wine. While no cuban cigars were shared one poor idiot got suspended for bringing alcohol to school for him. After year 9 he supposedly moved to alice springs for a "more relaxed" atmosphere. im not sure how he went with that one.
@@SharmanDoom wonder if that's the Mr. Turner I had as a tech teacher at one point lol (He was British IIRC) , he didn't look like Les Gold from Hardcore Pawn did he?
In the high school I went to the chemistry, and physics, teacher was a man named John Gamble. One day, as class was starting, a kid in our class, Ian, walked in just before Gamble did. As Gamble went to the front of the classroom area a girl in the class, Liberty, said "hey gamble, your fly is down". Without missing a beat Gamble says "Damn it Ian. I told you, when we are done, you zip me back up!" This was just the status quo for Gamble. He was beloved at our school.
@@brubobaggins read this bit again. For reference, it's the second sentence in the story: "One day, as class was starting, a kid in our class, Ian, walked in just before Gamble did."
My grade four teacher was a man with a very questionable sense of humour, and some odd behaviours. These included: - keeping plastic bottles of cold ice water in a fridge in the classroom, and then pour them down the back of our necks to see if it was 'cold enough.' If we squealed and jumped, then it was the right temperature. - Refusing to let us go to the bathroom, and tell us not to think about water. Then he'd say things like 'trickling streams, flowing waterfalls...' until we were almost wetting ourselves. Only THEN did he let us run to the bathroom. I remember there were some pretty close calls, but as far as I can recall, everyone made it to the toilet on time. - He also had a habit of sneezing really fucking loud, where everyone would jump out of their seats. He did this at random, and the windows would literally rattle and shake when he sneezed. Imagine the loudest thunderclap you've ever heard, now magnify it by 1000 and factor in the fact it's indoors. He managed to time his sneezes when everything was quiet in the classroom, but he didn't seem to have any allergies. It was very annoying. Oh, and there was this one very short girl that he would repeatedly pick up and put in the classroom recyling bin (basically, a big rectangular cardboard box standing upright). He would leave her in there for several minutes, before taking her out again and acting like nothing had happened. He only put *her* in the bin, though, and never touched the other students. He eventually got fired for allegedly throwing a laptop out of the classroom window, which I found out once I was in high school. What's surprising is that although he did all these things to us kids, all of the parents never seemed to complain about it. Maybe they weren't aware, or maybe it was just accepted that he had these weird behaviours.
We had an English teacher called Dr Chamberlain in yr 11, who always tried to be patient with us but would give as good as he got if needed. One day, one of the kids, who is either autistic or one of those central coast kids that never developed empathy, just blurted out "Dingo ate my baby" in reaction to basically being told not to be a dickhead... Immediate silence - he got up, left the room and didn't return for the rest of the day. That was the day I realised he was THAT Michael Chamberlain...
Qld Math teacher was psycho and it’s like he was doing his best to be fired but the department never got rid of him. Last thing I remember of him was the day the German exchange students arrived to class and he had drawn a swastika on the board and as they walked into class he hailed them with one hand while the other formed a moustache under his nose. He then goose stepped across the classroom.
Have you ever had your pencil stolen by a beaver? My first grade teacher, at the time I was ambidextrous leaning towards my left hand. My handwriting was well, for an autistic first grader, first grade level. At a point through my memory of first grade she started stealing my pencils with a puppet named Mrs beaver. Making a big deal about how I never had a pencil in class it occurred to me Mrs beaver only sought out my wood when I was using my left hand. So I started using my right. My handwriting was so absolute shite it affected me even into college where my Indian professor failed me on an essay when he himself wrote in hyraglyphics (sp?) Later I learned she was highly sexist towards young men and hated lefties. Teachers gossip. My grandfather used to be in the school system so I had some juicy gossip (the principal is gay) She recently got a traumatic brain injury.
The number of openly man hating teachers I had in school was... too many. I expect some sexist teachers. But the fact that they weren't even ashamed of it bothered me.
American student here, In my freshman year of college I had to take a freshman seminar class. The college assigned the books we were to read and the curriculum instead of the profs. On this occasion the book we were reading was about the southern border "crisis". There was a lot of Spanish dialogue in the book. My thesis for my essay about the book was essentially "you have to speak both languages to understand everything that's going on". I pulled a lot of Spanish quotes. My college English prof failed me on the essay because "your quotes don't make any sense. I can't understand them "as a recap, my thesis was you needed to speak both languages to understand everything going on in the book". When I explained that I was educated on "that's still not a valid argument"... I was also educated well on the use of irony.
My high school chemistry teacher had been teaching the same class for decades. He would charge students money for book rentals if they forgot theirs, and give them detention if they couldn't pay. The fee started at 25 cents but increased by 25 more every week. He had a rigid structure and more than four times the workload of homework compared to other classes. Everything was due in one big bulk at the end of week and we would leave our assignments on our desks for him to grade while we worked on a lab in another room. A friend of mine had a sister who took his class two years prior, and after comparing their notebooks, he realized that every single assignment was the same. For months, a small group of us had a perfect cheat-sheet for every test and assignment he had planned for the year. Until one day, my friend accidentally forgot to leave his assignments on his desk. Our teacher took it upon himself to dig through his backpack to find it. He found everything. Champion didn't implicate anyone beyond himself. I dropped that class a few weeks later. Bonus: at the start of each semester, he went around the classroom recording each student with a camera and having them say their name... I can only imagine how many tapes he's archived over the decades of classes he'd taught. WHY
I don't necessarily think he archived the video! He could have just taken the time at home to learn all of your names. A little unorthodox sure, but as far as I can tell could just be putting the extra effort in to make sure he knows all your names early on.
I had a PE and Health teacher, he just gave off creep vibes constantly. He used to film the PE classes. He would justify it by saying "I need proof that you students bully me" none of us believed that, but for the most creepy thing. Me and my friends were sitting out the front of school waiting for a bus, my mum had to drop something off to this creep of a teacher. She came out of the PE office basically running, with this teacher casing her asking for her number and when she wanted to go to dinner. It honestly was lucky me and my friends were out the front as we were able to tell him to get lost. Still creeps me the hell out to this day, thinking he probably still has those videos for PE classes
When I was in comprehensive school (about 14 years old) a factory in our town had a massive explosion. No one died, there was only one man in the building at the time and he caused the explosion by pure accident and got out of there. The problem was that the factory was very close to a big chemical plant that could destroy the entire town and next two villages if ignited. We even have siren tests for if this happens. We were in IT and saw the distant fire and smoke when we called over our teacher. He looked and said "Awh fuck" before running out the classroom and not coming back. Instead of evacuating us, he called his wife and bolted out of the school just in case it was the chemical plant. We stayed in lesson till the bell went and another teacher found us and guided us to the next class telling us not to worry but also not to go outside in case we all died. It was a really exciting day.
In year 9 we had a super chill and friendly history and english teacher, she seemed to genuinely care about each of us, gave us all nicknames, laughed at our edgy year 9 jokes, worked really hard to help get us good grades, and never raised her voice or punished anyone of us once. I cant express how lovely this woman was. One day we waited outside the classroom for her to show up for first period, when she didn't - after 15 minutes we started to head off to the library for a free period (my schools absent teacher policy) Halfway there, we run into her. She looks like maybe she's been crying, she doesnt say a word, the mood is grim and somber, we turn and walk silently with her back to the classroom. As we're all settling in at our desks, this God damn kid called Fraser (who frequently got detenions for being late) clearly didn't sense the vibe in the room, shouts out, "oi miss, you getting detention for being this late or what?". The teacher, who was pulling out her chair to sit down at her desk, pauses, picks up the chair, hurls it across the room, in the vague direction of Fraser and leaves the room without saying a word. Turns out her son had been in a carcrash the night before and was on life support. She didn't come back to school for a few months, and no one ever mentioned it. I think we all knew Fraser was to blame.
in jr high the class of 2011 i was a part of, went through like 5 science teachers, each fired for ludicrous reasons, one smacked a kid with a expo marker, one had a party and a kid got drunk walked down, got told no and then passed out in a ditch, one teacher was a heavy set parent of a fellow classmate(that was bad), it was like defense against the dark arts, it was a cursed position.
Our school had a dedicated substitute teacher who was so out of it that he'd spend the entire lesson on social media and wouldn't just not give a shit, to the point you could get away with everything. One such occasion he was supposed to watch some year 9 kids in a teachers classroom with a lot of personal stuff. One random kid decided it would be a good idea to pick up a potted plant from right next to the sub and throw it down the stairs outside the classroom. Next day the teachers talking to the sub about who did it and all the sub had to say was "Shouldn't have kept a plant in the classroom then."
While I have many the one I remember most was my Elementary art teacher Mr. K. An incredibly angry teacher who was just a little passionate about his craft. He once got so angry he once tossed a whole table at my best friends big brother. He was also known to rent out new cars every year, on a teachers salary. The weirdest thing is that for one year he just forgot my name and called my Kyle. I remember because we had an art gallery and he put mine up there for the whole school to see, and he put the wrong first name, he got my last name perfectly. When I asked him why he shrugged and admitted that “I looked like a Kyle”. Will never forget that man, for better and for worse.
My history teacher last year used to have a picture of Chairman Mao on his desk and did terrible Russian impressions in a majority of stuff I remember from that class. Yeah, it was weird.
Not an aussie but my college professor once went on a tangent about his favourite vape flavours and his dealer, then during break he went outside with us to vape. He might have also vaped during class, I'm not 100% sure on that. I don't think he even teaches anymore at my college, but he was an absolute legend and a bit on a spectrum with how obsessed he sounded at times.
In primary school we had an old art teacher with a massive bushy beard. He had a reputation for being aggressive and would tear up year 1’s artwork for being shit. When he retired I was helping move his stuff and found a book that was called “anger management: how not to hit your students.” Oh yeah he would also bring a different kangaroos to class that he found injured in the bush. The worst part. This was only 2011.
Our old maths/science teacher (in his late 60s, quirky eccentric type) once told me and a mate that he’d found out about this band called King Parrot (hectic fast sceechy metal band from Melbourne), and he loved it. We told him they were coming to town, and he bought a ticket. A gang of me and my classmates met him there, and before the band played we secured him the dead set front row centre spot in the crowd. Once they started playing, he proceeded to get crushed against the barrier, doused in water, kicked in the back of the head multiple times by crowd surfers, and later found out he got scabies from the show. He had a ball and came to their next show, although stayed firmly away from the front row lol. Legend
My weird teacher was in his 60's. For further context i was in a private school. Now he did a few things, he was a geography teacher, but if you got him talking about the war and you got the autistic kid talking about the planes used in the war, it was a hour debate on who couldve won on which side. He went around in test rooms, asking if we wanted - Black coffee / Coke Or White tea - Sprite. Another teacher decided to throw a chair after a student kept interrupting him during english as well.
My science teacher was let go after being disliked by the students and grading based off who she liked. Afterwards i guess out of frustration she mass emailed a bunch of students saying two different teachers secretly talked badly about students in the break room. For whatever reason she pretended to be the vice principal in this email despite it being on HER email. This was in middle school keep in mind, none of us past 14 years old.
English teachers are the best. One of my English teachers (for Grades 9 and 11, I think I had him as my teacher, at a school in another country) in the late '80s kept an actual sword in his cupboard, which he would bring out as a prop for relevant scenes in Shakespeare's plays. One day, while teaching he was interrupted by the sound of some students making noise in the hallway (they weren't supposed to be there between classes). So he ran to the cupboard, flung it open, grabbed the sword and went into the hallway waving it and telling the disruptive kids off. I never heard a sound from that hallway during class time for the rest of the year. And he was one of the saner English teachers in our school, which was known for having very high academic achievement.
My year 12 history teacher was an oddball. Used to walk around with a headless golfclub and swing it at students heads only stopping an inch from their heads/faces. One morning he told a kid to take his feet off the table, the kid said "what if I dont, what are you going to do about it". The teacher replied "Im going to throw the beetle at you". And before anyone could react, he threw open the draw in his teacher's desk, pulled something out and biffed it as hard as he could the kid- it was a massive fuckin huhu beetle. He just had it in his desk. Baffling.
Year 11 and 12 I had a English teacher that was a former Scientologist and member of the SeaOrg. She would start each year with a tearful speech about the dangers of Cults. In 12 year she finishes ...." you need to be really careful with groups like the Hali Krishna, Scientologist ect." A girl I know puts her hand up, "excuse me miss, my parents and I are Hali Krishna. What eactly are you saying?" They have an epic battle over the year. She enlists other students to make complaints, the teacher refuse to talk to her.
Had a psychology teacher in year 12 and when my friends and I would go home for bongs at lunch time he would drive past and wave as he headed to his place to do the same. Then on the days we'd have him for psych after lunch, he'd often have us lay on the floor and do guided meditation until most of the class fell asleep. Good bloke.
I once had a maths teacher who when I asked him questions about math he would force me to look up videos about unicorns in the game terraria. When I tried to bring it back on topic to the maths question again he told me a story about how he couldn't beat levels of some random NES game as a teenager. When he was on lunchtime duty he would walk around like a raptor and bite/roar at kids who tried to talk to him or did the wrong thing. I think he would also randomly do cartwheels as well. He probably only lasted a few months because other teachers complained about him teaching fuck all. He then went viral a few years later because someone had found a video on Facebook of him yelling "it's Australia day!!!" And then jumped off the roof of his house into a pool. Legend
Literally had a high school teacher everyone called “Wacky Thomas”. This was in the 70s and he was an older gent. The story was he got shot in the head in WW2. Sometimes in class he’d just forget what he was teaching, and ask the students what we were talking about. The game was to say “the footy sir!”, or the test cricket etc.. and we’d spend the rest of the lesson talking about sport. I’m not sure he really did forget what he was doing, and just wanted to chat about sport. 😂
My chemistry teacher sent one of my friends to the hospital. They were doing some test involving a balloon filled with hydrogen which somehow blew up in my friend's face which gave her some pretty nasty burns. This same teacher also always wore a super long scarf and it would always come VERY CLOSE to catching on fire in the bunson burners, but sadly never quite made it. She also insisted that the fume hood wasn't necessary and we should just do all of our experiments outside of it, which often led to there being quite a lot of smoke in the classroom She was so bad that at the end of the year I decided to make shirts commemorating the fact that well survived. I sold 27 of them, including one to a fellow science teacher who was also tired of her antics. She retired the year after I had her, so we can all proudly wear those shirts to school professing our hatred for her.
In high school we had a LOVELY chemistry teacher (who I think left the school directly after I graduated, which sucks). She was super bubbly, great at explaining everything, had a fun anecdote about filling her shower with soap by accident because coming from the UK to Australia the water wasn't nearly as hard so she didn't need as much soap... One day someone asked if she knew how to make meth, and she responded seriously at first--"Well, yes, but I'd have a difficult time getting my hands on the ingredients, that kind of thing is restricted." Then, less seriously... "Also, I'd be a TERRIBLE drug dealer. I'd be like, 'hello, would you like some crystal meth?!, it's PINK!!!!'" (Whatever enthusiasm you are imagining in her voice, please multiply it by three.)
When I was in grade 11, our homeroom teacher went on maternity leave, and due to some scheduling issues the principal ended up filling in during homeroom. He was a lifelong engineer (used to work at NASA - no we weren't in the US he was so good they imported him) and hobbyist philosopher. Those two things combined into him running "though experiments" during Homeroom, which were always weird cuz I'm not really sure he understood much about philosophy to begin with. One of his 'thought experiments' was to turn around so his back was facing us, and challenge the class to "prove to him they exist" (you know, to get us thinking about the nature of existence and observers). One of my classmates ran up and pick pocketed his wallet, took his credit card, then refused to return it until the professor admitted defeat, because, "if you can't prove I existed for that moment, you can't prove I stole it".
Had a economics teacher who was a veteran of the Malaya conflict. Every now and then, his PTSD would kick off and he would start throwing things at the students in class. Usually chalk or a duster - maybe a book. (it was the 80's) He got suspended when some kid shouted back at him for throwing a duster at him, he picked up a desk and threw it at said student - knocking him out. Funny thing was - we all like him as a teacher, and his classes were actually fun.
Had a prac teacher in year 10 geography, older guy and quite stern which being a prac teacher we all hated. After googling his name one night I found out he was a disgraced (state I think) MP which had to “resign “ due to allegations of corruption around a real estate deal. Upon learning this information I of course told all my mates and the story spread like wildfire leading to a rather stern talking to by the deputy principal (just the class I wasn’t caught). Nevertheless after that he was far kinder to us for the rest of the term so mission accomplished.
I was known for being a quiet kid in school, didn't really talk to people besides my friends. But there was this one Irish maths teacher who, for some reason, hated the sight of me so much that if he saw me waiting outside his classroom he would either make me stand outside for the whole lesson or send me away. After this happened a few times I just ended up sitting in the library reading until my next class. Had a P.E teacher who did the same, but because I told her I couldn't do P.E because I had trouble breathing (not asthma, still no idea what's wrong with my lungs over 10 years later), and took 0 notice to the horrible bullying I was dealing with, saying "well if you did P.E you wouldn't get bullied." I was anorexic
Maybe not the wackiest but my 10th grade biology teacher used to get really annoyed when I would put my feet up on a chair or table during class. Eventually he got so fed up he yelled "how would you like it if I taught like that" and proceeded to lie down and spend the next hour of class teach from the floor and pointing at the slides on the projector with his feet. Absolute legend though, used to dim the lights and play "Let's Get It On" whenever he taught us about the any animal or plant's reproductive cycle and was in an awful dad rock band with a bunch of other nearly retired teachers who insisted on playing at a bunch of school events, even though a bunch of the kids would boo any time they got on stage.
Had a math teacher who would bark at people and just balance random things on his head while talking. He came up to me in like 9th grade in the library, whispered into my ear over my shoulder "you will never amount to anything in your life" and then casually walked away with his hands behind his back. Even as a child I had the maturity to know that for an adult to do that they've gotta have some issues going on. For the record, was just an average kid on the nerdier side. Not like I would antagonise my teachers or anything. This was so outta pocket it didn't even upset me it just threw me for a loop
Our metalwork teacher, who's nickname was "Wacky" and was one of the strangest indiviuals I've ever met, built himself a trailer in the workshop classroom he taught in. After he finshed the trailer, he realised it wouldn't fit out the door.
Middle school German “teacher” if you could call him that, told us many wild stories about his life, and even bought weed off a student in class one time. The dude was a very “rotund” fella, and apparently had spent a period of time on a professional paintball team, as his extra natural padding would absorb the energy from the paintball and cause the paintball to bounce off him without exploding (For anyone who hasn’t been paintballing, if the shot doesn’t explode you’re still in the game) and as such functioned as his teams human riot shield. He also spent time in a very serious soccer league, in which he played goalie and wouldn’t need to move much ever, as he just blocked a decent percentage of the goal at all times. He also once told us he would inject himself with Epi pens in the legs before games for the massive adrenaline boost that comes with them. Finally, in high school we went on the German exchange program, our HS German teacher had to suddenly leave for a few days, so our middle school teacher flew out to be our “chaperone”. One day in Hamburg we were riding around on a bus going somewhere and when it came time to get off all the students stood up and walked right off, our teacher however had a bit of trouble fitting through the door. This lead to a group of students watching a bus driving away with their teacher halfway through the door of said bus. When the bus driver finally realized, stopped and helped him out of the door they’d already made it quite a distance and we then saw our teacher showing off his paintball/soccer league skills as he ran with honestly amazing speed down to road to us. I still feel bad for laughing, but I can’t think of that image without cracking up.
We had an art teacher that was proper off with the fairies! One class she just came in and said we all need to get centred. She proceeded to pick up a large stick and walk to the middle of the track oval (like a proper five minute walk away) and point the stick into the air and then lay down next to the stick for the whole lesson…she didn’t come back … we painted on
I had an maths teacher who was responsible for pretty much all of the recording stuff for the school (like camps and sports days) and everyone was convinced that he was a predator of some kind. He would mostly focus on recording and taking photos of the girls and would do weird close up recordings that would slow down on their legs and waist area, and he would say pretty creepy shit that groomers would say. The problem was so out of hand that while the investigation was going on, he wasn't allowed near girls other than in his classes (he was still in charge of recording the camp that was going on in the meantime because all of the other teachers were old farts with no media literacy). On this camp, he just so happened to "coincidently" walk into the tent area for the girls in the middle of the night and came across another guy who was sneaking around the tents. My teacher yelled at him in a way to wake people up to get help, but then the guy punched him and broke his nose. After more teachers came over to see what was happenings, the guy threw a knife at him (it missed him) and threatened to stab anyone else who followed him. They never found that guy as far as I know. After that camp, someone covered the windows of his class with a photoshoped image of his face on a cowboy, with text saying "this playground ain't big enough for the two of us" and would put it back up when it was taken down. The investigation eventually found "no wrong doing", but he had "resigned" anyway and his wife left him pretty soon afterwards. My neighbour used to be the teacher that was head of the secondary school where this happened, and she tells me that the principle had effectively put a gag on everyone involved in the investigation so they wouldn't tell the parents that what was alleged was only the tip of the iceberg, because he was desperate for funding because he blew out the budget on a new building for the VCAL students who would only be in 2-3 days a week anyway. He now works at some posh catholic school in eastern Melbourne.
Had an English teacher who made us write essays about what it's like living as an American citizen. A friend of mine said that she would write it from her perspective as an African American woman. She was then told that she wasn't alowed to, as she had to write it from the perspective of a quote "normal person". This same teacher also had us write opinion pieces and the would grade us based on whether he agreed with us or not.
We had a substitute teacher with anger issues for one period. A few people in the class were making it their mission that day to piss him off. I think it worked, because from memory he picked up one of those wooden metre rulers which all the old clasrooms used to have, and smashed it as hard as he could against the teachers desk and the blackboard, while screaming at the class like we were in a bootcamp. The ruler broke into a few peices and went flying. We didnt see him again after that.
I had a maths teacher for year 11 and 12 who was so old fashioned he was the only teacher to still use a blackboard. His classroom had the last blackboard in the school and supposedly he alone prevented its conversion to a whiteboard. He was an excellent teacher if you were on his good side. But if you ever stepped out of line for a second or disrupted the class in any way he would yell (and I mean YELL) at you like a drill sergeant. It was so loud you could often hear him from another classroom several doors down the hall - it was quite common to hear some screaming down the hall and people would say “oh there he goes again.” I was on the receiving end at least once for things like having an earphone in, and other minor infringements. He did it in a way that commanded respect and made you really not want to get on his bad side. Honestly probably the best teacher I ever had - he was brilliant at teaching high level maths in a way that was intuitive and probably inspired me to pursue further studies more than any other teacher. As long as you didn’t do anything to set him off his classes were great, and it was pretty funny at times to hear him yell at someone else for several minutes before sending them outside. One time a girl put her hand up and asked “excuse me sir can I use the bathroom?” And he stares her down and replies “we don’t have a bathroom at this school.” After about 5 seconds of dead silence she stammers “….can I use the toilet?” And he says “yeah off you go.” Sadly he was beaten up by a year 9 student several months before retirement and never came back. I think some kids just didn’t “get” him. But all things considered he was an absolute legend that understood the true value of education and knew how to support the students who really wanted to learn. He deserved the upmost respect and I hope he’s doing well.
My Year 8 Science teacher was an old fart, and while the class itself has some great stories, including the students learning that chunks of dissected lamb heart stick to the ceiling, he was by far the greatest curiosity. Including: At our mid-year parent teacher interview, he had to look through a list for 30 seconds to remember my name We found out that he used to be an amateur wrestler, going by the title of Mr Wonderful. In tests he was usually too lazy or tired to tell off kids who were fighting on tables or shouting out obscenities across the classroom. He also regularly seemingly got lost on the way to the classroom, often being 10-15 minutes late Good times.
One of our highschool wood working teachers managed to get his tie caught in a drill press, very nearly getting pulled into the machine. The next day all the male teachers came to school with chopped up ties to mock the poor guy.
Had a science teacher in an all boys highschool that would teach you how to make various drugs if every single person in the class handed their homework in the few times he issued it. Somehow it took 2 years (2 seperate grades after mine) for word to get out that he tought a group of year 8 kids how to make meth at which point he was fired. Only class I ever did homework in and I learnt a lot 😂
This is a man who knows how to teach! Kids love forbidden knowledge, and you know what, making meth is hard enough and illegal enough, that it probably won't be done. I think it's completely unreasonable to fire someone over that sort of thing. Ok, the explosives with household items is perhaps a bit more actionable and more dangerous, but still if you're teaching science, what better way to teach it than by teaching kids they have incredible power to make pipe bombs that they need to choose not to use.
I had an old relief teacher, who instead of teaching the class, wrote the entire periodic table out by memory on the whiteboard (no matter what class it was)before sitting in the corner of the room, either on his phone or just staring. I later learned that he also worked as a mall santa.
In Year 10 my science class went through 3 different teachers. The first was awesome, but had to move away mid-term. The second one, the problem one, lasted only a term and sent us back to the stone age. He was originally from somewhere near India, and he was famous enough in his home country that he scored a TV interview (we Googled). He had a doctorate in Philosophy, but was given a physics class. The moment that sticks in the brain, although some of the specifics are lost to history, was when the entire class spent most of the hour-long period trying to tell him that what he had attempted to teach us at the start of the period was incorrect, and he was having none of it. By the end, he finally recognised that, in fact, we were in the right, apologised, but then followed up by telling us that that was why we should never trust our teachers. Gotta be honest, a weird lesson to have been taught at that time of my life.
My 8th grade science teacher, Mr. Freshwater, has a Wikipedia page and an Ohio Supreme Court case with his name on it (not good for a teacher). Some years later I learned that he had been fired, ostensibly for refusing to remove religious materials from his classroom. Turns out he's a hardcore fundie and had actually been exorcising demons from students during wrestling practice and who had burned a cross into a disabled kid's arm using electricity (a tesla coil). He had been refusing to teach evolution for decades and because I grew up in rural America, that somehow passed until he burned a kid.
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In highschool I had a civics teacher who was also on the city's school board. Our school did a pi day (3/14 March 14th) celebration every year where the student body would bring in pie to eat and share. Me and my friends got the bright idea to bring in pie in place of our lunch. When we arrived at school with our lunches in tow Mr civics school board teacher directed us to donate our lunches to the schools pie event. He was kindly informed that this was our lunch for the day. He proceeded to confiscate our lunches and to educate us to the fact that "you don't have the same rights as normal people". I don't remember anything about civics but I certainly remember that lesson. P.s he's still on the school board running unopposed every year.
Had a female teacher basically boasting to a class of ~10 year old that she had taught her son (about 6 y/o) how to spot fake boobs at the beach. "If they lay down and the boobs look the same as when she was standing up, that's how you know!" Thank you teacher, I definitely needed to know that at that age....
In year 9 I had a young lady teacher for science class. She was timid to a fault, with a voice that wavered as if she was constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown. Naturally, being the class of unruly teenagers that we were, we honed in on this aspect like a laser-guided missile. Her classes were inevitably chaos. Until one morning, when she didn't show up. We waited outside the classroom for thirty minutes before another teacher passed by and asked us what we were doing. The following week our teacher returned, wearing an unseasonably long shirt and appearing to sport some bandages on her wrist. When asked, she calmly said "knives are dangerous" and went on as if nothing happened. Scared the shit out of us and class was much quieter afterwards.
In the 5th grade, I had an elderly history teacher who not only came to school for Halloween in rusted knight armor, but also came into school one day missing a pinky because he accidentally blew his fingers off repairing his motorcycle. As a bonus he was a narcoleptic, so at times he would be found asleep at his desk.
Less whacky and more soul crushing. For a 6th grade short story assessment, I wrote a 9 page epic of galactic warfare (yes, I had no friends. How did you guess?). At the end, the human race decided to hold a peace summit where they summarily bombed all the enemy leadership and went back to Earth to be celebrated as heroes. I was home sick when the teacher was marking the assessments. Apparently, concerned for my mental health - she decided to read it out to the whole class and shame me for having an awful, immoral ending. I came back to school the day after to all of the kid in my class refusing to make eye contact and laughing at my back. I had no idea what was going on at this point. I took my seat and the teacher called me out to dress me down about it. Apparently, shaming me while I wasn't there to defend myself didn't sit right with her, so she decided to do it again while I was there. I told her I wrote the ending that way because people are awful, war is horrible and it's supposed to be a bad ending. Not to be deterred, she said "You have 30 minutes to re-write this ending and if it's not to my satisfaction, I'll fail you" I re-wrote the ending so that everybody shook hands and went home. She gave me a D+ and a complex to go with it.
My english teacher also had their degree in journalism, with such great insights like opinion piecies are on the same level as studies and that secondary sources are more reliable than the studies the secondary sources are covering (despite the secondary source saying the complete opposite of what the study found).
My first high school teacher, Homeroom and HASS Teacher's name was Mr Mummy. I lost count of the time we called called out ''mum' when we needed to ask him a questions (which was all the time). He also developed I love interested with the cooking teacher. He was a graduate teacher. His teaching skills were shocking (as I have since become a teacher), the only thing interesting about this guy was his name.
An English teacher I had. Had such a bad understanding of general gravity. That he threw a pack of cards from a second story window (the "bad kids" were probably gambling or some shit) and assumed they'd just land in a pile on the ground. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.
One time someone left their water bottle in the classroom after we were all told to bring it to the outside prac activity we were doing. Our teacher was nothing short of a couple screws loose and must of got up on the wrong side of the bed that day. He brought the water bottle with him, fuming, he asked who left it behind. Too scared to admit anything, no one in our class owned up. The teacher then proceeded to say "well I guess no one will need it then" and BOOTS THE BOTTLE at full force. It went flying towards the road, and with perfect comedic timing HITS A CAR that was driving past. Luckily there was no damage done, but boy it was an intense arvo
When I had started grade 4 (I was like 10 or something) I had this teacher who absolutely despised me in particular. She looked like Miss Trunchbull and acted like too, just comically evil. The school had decided that I was a "problem child" and she decided that the best thing to do was to put me in a separate room with no windows and no other students where she would "teach" me. She also followed me around during breaks and made me sit away from all my friends at lunch and during the breaks, didn't even let me play with them on my birthday.
What is the Australian public school system without a bit of racism? I was in YR11 at the time and my school had plenty of foreign students, many who were learning English as part of their curriculum. I was in Art class (which was nothing more than a 90min bludge) and my normal teacher was away on holiday for a couple weeks. For a few weeks prior a student teacher was part of the class so she was given the honour to "teach us" while the usual teacher was on leave. It was the very first lesson we had with this student teacher and things were not going well. A lot of it was the usual students not listening, not doing any work, getting their name written on the board etc. She was getting frustrated and not handling it very well. Off to the side were the foreign students and they were the only ones not being disruptive. In her manic rage, she DEMANDED the foreign kids to "Speak English" and "You're in Australia now". One of the white girls that these kids were friends with went off her head and they got into a full blown argument. So the white girl stormed off to the deputy principals office. A few mins later of the deputy came down to talk to the student teacher to get her side of the story. After some tears she was escorted away from the classroom. The deputy came inside and said "That wasn't acceptable behaviour" and apologised to the class and offered us counselling if we needed it. As you can imagine, we got a new teacher next lesson and never saw the student teacher ever again.
Want more racism? I've got one from the same school as this comment as this is my brother It all started in year 10 Graphics class where we learned how to make CAD 3D models and fart around making 3D cocks while the teachers weren't looking. Our usual teacher was away and we had a substitute teacher that I'd had before. Mr. Milne. He was a real Aussie bloke. Bald, scraggly grey moustache and he had to be nearly 60 with his fat stomach barely hidden away by his tucked in white polo shirt into his shorts that you'd sometimes catch an eyeful of old man nutsack from. Now, as was said above; we had a lot of foreign students. And thus we meet our victim, Henry from Uganda. He was a nice guy. Quite shy on his own but when he was with his boys he'd get VERY rowdy. So the white kids in class are just talking amongst ourselves and making 3D cock and balls as you do, and Mr. Milne would let us be as we weren't making too much of a fuss. When all of a sudden Henry absolutely bellows out a "WHAT?! ARE YOU FUCKING GAY?" to one of his mates and the class immediately zips quiet. Mr. Milne storms over yelling and screaming that you can't say those types of things. Henry, being backed by his boys, proceeds to argue that he's just joking around and it means nothing. Even apologising. Mr. Milne was not having it. He felt Henry was taking the piss. Henry is defending himself against this barrage of yelling when all of a sudden Mr. Milne says "You stop speaking! I am white man! White man smarter!" The room somehow gets even. more. silent. Mr. Milne proceeds to kick Henry out of class and shouts at us to continue our work. Henry's boys all follow him out and they went off somewhere. Meanwhile the white kids all huddle together and we cannot believe what we just heard. A few of the other kids took the opportunity to bail out of class too, Mr. Milne literally did not give a fuck. The rest of the lesson went on, making dicks in intermittent silence.
I don't have *the* weird teacher, but weirdly a I have a lot of weird teachers in general... Like one who told us he won't bother to teach us more in-depth bc he's not getting paid enough. Or the teacher who once saw my notes and had an absolute meltdown about how they looked + fed us the wrong dates (it was history teacher). Oh, and I also had this one teacher guy who when we had him for IT had us make presentations about anything. Friend just recently read Anne Frank's diary and made a presentation about it, but it wasn't long enough to fit the minimum required slides. The teacher then told her that she can stretch is out by including more books from the same author...
I went to Asquith Boys High which, at the time was a pretty hectic place. We would occasionally have this waxhead relief teacher (surfboard on his Volvo wagon) When on holidays up the coast, I spotted a tiny news article on the bottom left of the right hand page. Police had discovered a large cannabis crop and the teacher was named as the offender. I clipped the article, photocopied and enlarged and then made 50 copies. My friends and I posted them all around the school. Needless to say we never saw him again. (I forgot his name because it was about 35 years ago and I've smoked a tonne of pot since)
I had an incredibly “troubled” engineering teacher my freshman year of high school . This guy got kicked out of the navy for incompetency and somehow ended up at our school. A particularly fond memory of mine is about this one poor kid who couldn’t stop sneezing. He had severe allergies, and the teacher finally snapped one day and told the kid to go home and not to come back until he found a cure to his ailment. Safe to say that the teacher was fired immediately after my lucky bunch got to experience him.
My Modern History teacher was awesome and she used to bring board games for us to play like Secret Hitler or Murder Mysteries despite us being Year 12 students.
I actually pulled off the “I turned it in I swear” on a teacher when we had this annoying drivers-Ed project where you had to take pictures of the inside of your parents car and label everything like steering wheel and stick shift etc. Well I hated it and the idea of it so much I was about to just take the massive L and fail the course, when literally on the last day we were allowed to turn the project in, our teacher was out sick. BUT she left her classroom door open with a note saying “drop off last minute projects here!” So I figured I’d just come to class the next day, swear I turned my project in, have her look for it and not be able to find it, when she asks if I wrote my name on it I faked panic and said I don’t think I did, no. And SOMEHOW I got away with it 😂 like I genuinely to this day cannot believe that she didn’t call me out on my BS but I guess she said f*ck it I don’t get paid enough im just a gym teacher. I got a B- for a project I never even started, so incredibly lucky 😅
Couple fun stories from a small rural school in WI. There was the one middle school teacher who was connecting his laptop to the projector to show something or other to the class, y'know, typical stuff, teachers put stuff on the projectors all the time. This time though, the teacher accidentally had left some.. *""corn""* open, and pulled it up on the projector, for the whole class to see. And instead of just quickly closing the tab or video or whatever, he forcibly *yanked* out all the cables to his computer in a vain attempt to make sure noone would see it. *Everyone saw it.* I wasn't in the class where this happened, but this spread around the entire school pretty much immediately. I don't remember if he got reprimanded at all for it, and I'm pretty certain he still teaches there, close to a decade later. There was also a new hire, high school history teacher I believe, who everyone kinda thought was a little weird. Obsessed with hand sanitizer, for whatever reason. I don't remember the context beyond "I'm bored and this sounds funny", and I didn't have any classes with this teacher, so it's not like I'd get to bare witness to the fruits of my labor, but I decided to photoshop a picture of this guy's face onto an image of a bottle of hand sanitizer. Just a dumb little joke that took no real time or effort, but I got a kick out of it. I emailed it around to my friends, who then went and shared it around to some more people, who shared it around some more.. and at some point, someone printed a bunch of these off and, if I remember right, taped them to all the hand sanitizer dispensers in the school, for everyone, including the teacher, to see. The teacher soon quit his job because of all the torment & mental anguish all the students gave him, primarily over his hand sanitizer. This was at best a couple weeks, maybe a month into the school year. There was no actual replacement teacher for him for a whiiile. In the moment, it was pretty hilarious, but looking back on it now, we were maybe a bit cruel over something so harmless. I certainly never expected my dumb meme to spread as much as it did, lol, and to this day I don't think anyone but my friends knew I even made it. I know I never got in trouble for it, at least. It just kinda.. appeared, and then made the teacher disappear.
Mid 1960s start of the year a teacher who caught a kid talking made him stand up and say his name. This kid had a mild stutter but the stress of being in trouble and remember in those days they still used the cane, made his stuttering become machine gun like, a a a a a a a a al al an Alan , the teacher pointing at him smirking and looking around the room, d d d d d d D the teacher, then realised he was the son of another teacher in the same school, dropped his ridiculing performance in a split second and recovered by telling him to sit down and stop talking.
Now that we've had stories from teachers it's time for stories ABOUT teachers. Did you have a weird or crazy teacher? Tell me about them in the replies here and we'll make the best ones into a vid.
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One kid went "hey miss check this out" and flashed the teacher.
We used to borrow an old school while our school was being renovated, since it's temporary it somewhat of a pick a spot and use it type of situation. Some kids thought they found a good spot on a roof to vape unbeknownst to them their spot just happens to be directly across the discipline teacher's window. When he shouted at them they all panicked and jumped off the roof (it wasn't that high but high enough to hurt). The teacher saw the building they ran to and went to each classes and told them all to hop for a while those who dropped after a few reps were suspected (the boys came clean before that happened though)
My year 9 math teacher had a bit of a.... reputation around the place, he's consistently dubbed the cruellest teacher ever and I had a taste of that myself when I was in year 9, he gave me detention on the first day for apparently not doing the work at all when it was there in pencil and he had his glasses on which made me imply that even with glasses he was blind, but since that day he had a personal grudge against me and a friend and so i would always end up in detention, but whenever the bell rang he would guard the door so nobody tried to leave as he inspected peoples work, but I'm a short cunt so I crawled under the tables closest to the door and snuck past him as he guarded said door and ran off every time i got detention.
also apparently he didn't let a girl
go to the bathroom during "that" period of time and caused a seat to be blood stained
I am in a special ed class (basically all the autistic shits) and our teachers moto was low level bullying builds resilience i really took it to heart and gave the fat kid shit over liking special chair then when i looked away he smashed me over the head with metal water bottle and i had a mild concussion
I had a detention with a teacher who was going through a real heavy divorce at the time. Instead of doing the detention, he drove myself and the 3 other boys I was in detention with 3 towns away to help him move furniture out of his wife's house. He paid us in beer and lost his job the next day
Poor sorry sod hooe he is having a good come back in this decade
Fuckin snitching on the lad you should be ashamed
So.... now you need to figure out which of the two other boys was the rat.
*three. Can't see my original comment.
Ah so it was you
My AP physics teacher caught a lifetime ban from the local amusement park. This was back before certain roller coasters had ratcheting bars to keep you in the car during loops. He did some math on a napkin while standing in line to ride the roller coaster, then on the big drop into the first loop he unclipped the shoulder harness and stood up, as the napkin math had shown him the centripetal force around the loop would prevent him falling out of the car to his death in the loop. Unfortunately for him this was also where the souvenir photos were taken so he was met at the exit of the ride by security with a photo of him halfway stood up. He was ejected from the park for the day, banned for a week, and told to never do it again. He caught the lifetime ban for going back a week later to do it again. Absolute menace
Menace? I think you meant legend*
Please tell me the photos still exist
Badass
What a king
Baki had a section like that, maybe they saw the photos and got inspired. /s
My favorite teacher was an absolute character. He had a doctorate in economics, and was a wildly successful businessman before he retired to teach. We tracked down the news paper article from when he sold his company to Proctor & Gamble. Despite this experience, he decided to teach high schoolers AP Chemistry. He was probably the most competent teacher there. He got in trouble with the cops because in his free time he made explosives in his shed. Tried making a shaped charge (like those found in anti-tank warheads) and literally blew a meter wide hole in the roof of the shed. He was also the most chill teacher. His rule was so long as you didn’t disrupt the class you could do whatever. He actively encouraged the kids talking in the back to take a nap. I only took him up on that offer once. I have checked with almost every roommate and partner I’ve had since and all have confirmed I don’t sleep talk. However, this time when I nodded off in his classroom, I started groaning in my sleep and shouted something along the lines of “what the fuck are you idiots doing? You’re doing it wrong!” He didn’t wake me, instead he had everyone quietly clear the room, turned off the lights, then slammed a book down on his desk, asking what I was still doing as the busses had left an hour before. He gaslights me for a solid 45 seconds before he breaks and calls everyone else back in.
man what a legend
man what a legend
Man what a legend
Man what a legend
man what a legend
My high school physics teacher - bless the man, was a banker for over a decade before entering education. Most of his pedagogical methods involved throwing tennis balls, chucking chairs, slamming textbooks and jumping on tables as he explained relativity, gravity, quantum and so forth. He was such an inspiration that my friend and I would dot down some of his best quotes: "You girls aren't real, you're just moving particles", "See how I moved from my desk to yours without passing though the table?", "We're physicists, we are all crazy." I ended up getting 89/100 in his class. On the day we graduated, he was teary eyed and told us he wish he had the chance to teach us more.
Four years later, I am now a teacher myself. I hope to meet him again one day and tell him how much he influenced me.
Those are the teachers that are worth their weight in gold.
Sadly, I never got a teacher that brilliant, but I've had a few that were characters. One of them I appreciate the most was my programming lecturer in 1st year of uni. I don't remember asking about his background, but you could tell from how he looks he's crazy, the 'very passionate for what he teaches' crazy. He has greyish hair very messy, with bits sticking up here or there. He looks like the stereotype of mad scientist, exuding major energy of one too when he would speak about his expertise. I had struggled with getting my head around programming for at least 4 or 5 years before uni. Because of him and the few friends I made then that loved code as much as he, it made far more sense to me.
Now, since it's not required for my course and career, I enjoy the passion he gave me by enjoying to code as just a hobby, though haven't done it much recently. Man, what a legend.
@SeanSMST I'm glad you had that in uni still, it's always the high energy teachers and lecturers that are best - energy reflects passion. :)
Reach out to him and say thanks, teachers live for that shit
Now it's ur turn to inspire the kids u teach.
Not long after sep 11, our history teacher went around our class, asking what we wanted to do for work when we finish school. A Pakistani student in our class said that he wanted to become a pilot. To which this teacher replied, "oh well that's handy, the taliban' could use a few new pilots"
Holy shit 😂
still a better fate than working for Pakistan International
that's downright diabolical
thats insane
Naw bruh 💀
My high school German teacher was an interesting dude. He dressed like a boy scout, and we would commonly have a substitute on Mondays. We eventually figured out that he moonlighted as a DJ, and the reason he missed so many Mondays was because he had weekend gigs in Europe. He told us that he makes way more money as a DJ (no surprise), and that he just teaches for the fun of it. A few of my older friends in the advanced classes actually got a mixtape from him, unfortunately I never got to listen to it. He also lived in West Berlin during occupation, and told us a story about him and his dad sneaking into East Berlin, handing out toilet paper to poor people and subsequently getting arrested. I'm convinced that he is the main character and we're all just living in his world.
Main character for sure.
Absolute king
I had a teacher that was teaching high school drama . He referred to him self as “Dr. Logan” and would get incredibly defensive when anyone (including other staff) would call him Mr.Logan… he forced our library to carry his self-published book of poems which he kept loaning out for himself.
He would frequently read out his poems in class, one time a year 8 put her hand up after he read out one of his famous poems and just stated “I like to write poems too” to which he replied “well I have published poems”. The man finally left with my school claiming that he was moving on to bigger and better things when I was in year 11. we all found out later that not only did he not hold a PHD in any field - he didn’t even have a teaching degree…
Bruh I got baited hard thinking it would lead to a hero arc but no, got me good
Bro, your Drama teacher was just Tobias from Arrested Development lmaooo
@@robbymorgan9951anustart
I had a crazy physics teacher who, during a lockdown (because some dumbass left a backpack in a bathroom and said it was a bomb) got bored and preceded to use PVC, old mylar balloons, ping pong balls and and a vacuum pump to make a vacuum gun that shot ping pong balls at a calculated 300m/s. This led to multiple holes in the wall and a police officers and the principal running into the room thinking someone got shot. Cherry on top, he got nothing more than a slap on the wrist because his standardized test scores were so good
(This happened in Texas if you couldn’t tell)
Genius. 😊
Truly the best time to build and shoot an improvised gun 10/10
In grade 3, We had a teacher in her late 50s known for throwing bags out of the second story window when you didn’t agree with her. One day, having her as a substitute in the same room, I disagreed with her about something in class, and she threw my bag out the window.
In a moment which led my friends to think I was a bit of a legend, I went up to the front of the room, grabbed her handbag and threw it out the window as well. I got a week’s detention , but it was worth it.
I had an older teacher named P. Didero who for the longest time went by P. Diddy. She continued using that nickname for about half a year after the real P. Diddy was arrested because no one told her.
What year did they teach because it was any lower than 9 dear God the amount of jokes
@gampugv2 seniors aren't any better lol
Funny thing about that cannibalism anecdote though is that in Britain way-back-when it was actually completely legal for shipwrecked sailors to draw sticks and choose one of them to eat for survival. Kid was onto something. Couple hundred years too late, but still.
they just don't need you to survive anymore, so they banned it.
that's the real reason for knife confiscation
it still is legal at least in effect because no one is going to prosecute the survivors of a shipwreck or aircraft crash, it's considered a survival exemption, same with being trapped on a mountain side after a plane crash
As soon as the teacher in the video warned about prion disease from cannibalism my first thought was also, that's only the brain tho. Clearly the high school girl also has an interest in morbid medical topics.
You have to draw lots tho. Otherwise it’s “murder.” Mignonette case, amirite?
Custom of the Sea: "Cannibalism was a widely accepted custom of the sea in the early modern and colonial eras when shipwrecked sailors would eat the bodies of the deceased or draw lots to decide who would be killed and eaten. This practice was a way to survive when provisions ran out." Pretty sure it even went into detail as to how to go about it if a crewmate was a relative or not (you kill the one thats not a relative first, etc). Fun times!
One of my English teachers was insanely high strung, and it made sense given students would throw their shoes at him, contradict his statements often, and once brought an electric frying pan to class and started cooking at the back of the room.
He didn't help himself by constantly telling obvious fibs - like the time he got out of an awkward conversation by 'receiving a phone call', only for a student who had his phone number to call him seconds later and reveal he'd been talking at nothing.
One day he blew his top, walked out - and proceeded to disappear without notifying the school. For years rumors abounded about where he'd gone, with the most popular being that he'd gone to the other side of Australia to teach preschoolers and married a mail-order bride.
Years later, in mid university, I was riding in the back of a friend's car - and I saw my old teacher walking up the side of the road with a tiny Asian lady, pushing a double-pram with two babies in it.
I pressed my face up against the window - we locked eyes - there was mutual shock - and I never saw him again.
I will never in my life forget the look on his face. Hope he's doing well.
Holy crap. My dad had a very similar experience with an English teacher, but that guy actually quit because the bullying from students didn't stop.
Hey! I was teaching in Central Queensland. The town was a major centre and serviced many local mines. Additionally, it has a large indigenous student population. They were all absolute legends. Some of the miners kids, not so much.
One little cherub was quite horrid. She broke into the art room during lunch and stumbled across the supply of charcoal sticks. She's not very bright, so thought it would cool to completely coat herself, head to toe in the charcoal. She then confidently approached my computer classroom, ready to start her business studies. The rest of the class were already inside, so here comes a kid in full black face wanting to join her classmates, some who are indigenous. I said "yeah nah, not only will you make a mess, you won't make it out of that room alive, go to the office and have a chat with the principal. 5 minutes later I get a phone call on the classroom phone from the principal. "Hey mate, thanks for that one, gave her good talking too and sent her home to clean it off.. Take a look out the window champ, it's going to be great". Normally any kid being sent home wouldn't be that concerned. Bit remember where we are. She had to walk past several government houses. The tenants of those houses were indigenous and guess what, several were home that day. I've never seen a kid run so fast after realising that she had just walked past an entire indigenous family in full blackface. I could hear the principal absolutely losing it on the end of the line. The rest of the class were watching from the windows too. 15 years of teaching and this is still my highlight.
Our school had a thorough dress code which, among other rules, required girls to wear shorts under their skirts. As you'd expect, this rule was exclusively enforced by the female faculty members.
This was until one of our newer teachers, a guy who was fresh out of college, decided it was his turn. One day, in front of the whole class, he looked directly at a freshman girl and bluntly commented, “Went with blue today, huh?"
He was fired before school was out for the day.
Went to a Christian school in a large country city. The WoodTech teacher was a very true character of a typical storybook carpenter. Like Nick Offerman gene spliced with one of the 7 dwaves.
We were called into a year wide meeting with the teachers and deputy principal (who was a doppelganger of Ruddy with none of the charisma) to tell us that our excursion to Sydney the following year is cancelled due to the behaviour of the grade above us on their Sydnet trip.
This was met with protest by every single student, but they held firm with this bullshit.
Woodtech teacher was quiet the entire time until the protesting had started, and then exclaimed "fine we'll have a party at mine!"
So all of us went to his farm and had a fire and skate ramps set up and an outdoor cinema and barbecue with about 3 or 4 (of the good) teachers and 60 of us kids. It fucking slapped!
Like a piss up without the booze.
I never really got on with him until we found common ground with depression.
He was later asked to leave the school for always siding with the students on issues rather than the faculty.
We stole things he had to leave behind to return to him by staging a brawl with the class circled around out the back as a distraction.
He was an actual bro!
Based
absolute legend
My weird teacher was my eccentric ancient history teacher from year 10-12. His lessons were mostly a stream of consciousness style word document he wrote that we copied verbatim, he spent a lesson trying to find the right Mongolian throat singing video, he told us he had sex in a cemetery in Italy and he used to bring up his mother an extraordinary amount. Also, he had an intense stutter, spent a lesson discussing lab grown diamonds (?)and pointed out the quiet students telling them to shut up randomly when the class was silent.
he wouldnt last 2 months at the schools i went to lmao
@josh.fornite2082 he went on to teach my younger brother and talk shit about me 😭
Sounds like ADHD to me hahahaha
Had an Irish relief teacher who would frequent our high school and sub-in for literally any class.
My favourite was when he substituted for music. He'd hear kids sing and ask, "Can you whistle?" They'd either say no or whistle better than their singing. It was his subtle way of saying you couldn’t sing.
Great sense of humour and the only reason I miss High School
My wacky teacher is my Future FIL who was the wood and metal teacher at the time, he organized for scrapped cars to be pulled up to the oval during the school fair each year for students to trash with Hammers, Wrenches. Was fired later when the principal's daughter and her friends didn't want to wear eye protector during their classes got sacked after he shouted at them and made them sit out of the metal work, still a top lad shame about the stroke.
American student here. There were some teachers I won't ever forget and not every one was by choice.
1. English teacher in 8th grade (year 7) was a older cat lady who said all the time that she'd only stop teaching when they took her out of school on a stretcher. They eventually did once I'd graduated to high school as she suffered a stroke during class.
2. Wood Shop teacher in the same year was arrested and plead guilty to the SA of his granddaughter
3. Year 10 history teacher insisted she was a pelican and was raised for 6 months in her childhood by wolves. She had floor length dreadlocks and was almost marble pale in complexion. I was not in her class but she was impossible to miss in the halls. Another teacher in the History department worked as a knight for Medieval Times and would wear the full suit of plate mail for Halloween every year.
4. Year 11 Environmental Sciences was a cool guy who was apparently going the route of American Beauty during his ongoing divorce. Days he'd come in smelling like weed were the best because he'd sit red-eyed and put on Blue Planet and watch like he was staring into the face of God. Had him for homeroom too so it was a great way to start the day.
5. College professor for my last math lecture had a speech impediment where he'd clear his throat with a little cough after every word, and in the middle of words with multiple syllables. Every. Word.
6. Professor for an advertising course at the same school auto passed everyone and gave no work saying he was grateful that we even took the course because we were the only reason he had a job for that semester. The course was apparently not very popular.
7. Communications professor at uni was a large man from Mozambique with a thick accent whose introduction was, 'I will not remember any of your names. You see, I am always high. My wife and I had our car hit by a low flying plane in Mozambique and I am still on Vicodin to this day.' I changed lectures.
School in the US before shootings became commonplace was a treat.
Jesus... the political situation over there now makes perfect sense!
Dang my HS life wasnt that exiting but turns out my DP of my school slept with senior boys at their formal afterparties after they had graduated. She also apparently took advantage of said students and had…. With them while they were drunk 😐🤟
Average environmental student, i swear.
Also that history teacher with the armour, thats so cool
When I was 12 years old to 15 years old, I had my wackiest and favorite teacher of my life. The first sign that something was up was when he threatened to “meet a student in the parking lot after school” about 3 days into the year. He also had a tendency to throw the 3 kilogram math books at students heads when they fell asleep in class. He would tell us about how he has high blood pressure and heart problems, and that he needs to “minimize stress” (all while continuing the aforementioned antics). One method of minimizing stress was when he hung a poster on the wall that said “STFU” and would point to it every time a student was talking in class. I distinctly remember the time that a school admin came in the room, saw the STFU poster and asked to talk to him outside the classroom. Immediately after that conversation, he showed us the answers to the next test. He did the same thing, giving us the answers to every test for the rest of the year. All of us had an A, but many bruises and black-eyes.
My weird teacher was a Mr Turner, he had a nickname from the year 9 boys of turner the tank engine, due to him smoking so much. We would often enter class after lunch and not start for 10 minutes as he would be finishing his episode of mash on the projector. He also once asked before the end of the year if we liked him to send our love in the form of cuban cigars and red wine. While no cuban cigars were shared one poor idiot got suspended for bringing alcohol to school for him. After year 9 he supposedly moved to alice springs for a "more relaxed" atmosphere. im not sure how he went with that one.
Did he happen to be American?
@rainchopper898 nope, potentially British but had been in Australia for nearly 30 years at that point
@@SharmanDoom wonder if that's the Mr. Turner I had as a tech teacher at one point lol (He was British IIRC) , he didn't look like Les Gold from Hardcore Pawn did he?
@shaunosmorrison8385 holy shit, potentially. He was at my school in 2016 and taught woodworking and basic tech.
@@SharmanDoom this was back before 2015 in the Riverland
In the high school I went to the chemistry, and physics, teacher was a man named John Gamble.
One day, as class was starting, a kid in our class, Ian, walked in just before Gamble did. As Gamble went to the front of the classroom area a girl in the class, Liberty, said "hey gamble, your fly is down". Without missing a beat Gamble says "Damn it Ian. I told you, when we are done, you zip me back up!"
This was just the status quo for Gamble. He was beloved at our school.
I feel like I'm reading "the outsiders" or some other '50s greaser novel
@goddepersonno3782 probably because i fucked up and typed teach, instead of teacher. Also that we just called him Gamble, instead of Mr. Gamble, maybe
The girl was called Ian?
What's with all your definite articles? Why isn't it "the physics"?
@@brubobaggins read this bit again. For reference, it's the second sentence in the story: "One day, as class was starting, a kid in our class, Ian, walked in just before Gamble did."
My grade four teacher was a man with a very questionable sense of humour, and some odd behaviours. These included:
- keeping plastic bottles of cold ice water in a fridge in the classroom, and then pour them down the back of our necks to see if it was 'cold enough.' If we squealed and jumped, then it was the right temperature.
- Refusing to let us go to the bathroom, and tell us not to think about water. Then he'd say things like 'trickling streams, flowing waterfalls...' until we were almost wetting ourselves. Only THEN did he let us run to the bathroom. I remember there were some pretty close calls, but as far as I can recall, everyone made it to the toilet on time.
- He also had a habit of sneezing really fucking loud, where everyone would jump out of their seats. He did this at random, and the windows would literally rattle and shake when he sneezed. Imagine the loudest thunderclap you've ever heard, now magnify it by 1000 and factor in the fact it's indoors. He managed to time his sneezes when everything was quiet in the classroom, but he didn't seem to have any allergies. It was very annoying.
Oh, and there was this one very short girl that he would repeatedly pick up and put in the classroom recyling bin (basically, a big rectangular cardboard box standing upright). He would leave her in there for several minutes, before taking her out again and acting like nothing had happened. He only put *her* in the bin, though, and never touched the other students.
He eventually got fired for allegedly throwing a laptop out of the classroom window, which I found out once I was in high school. What's surprising is that although he did all these things to us kids, all of the parents never seemed to complain about it. Maybe they weren't aware, or maybe it was just accepted that he had these weird behaviours.
He sounds like a pedophile, unironically
We had an English teacher called Dr Chamberlain in yr 11, who always tried to be patient with us but would give as good as he got if needed.
One day, one of the kids, who is either autistic or one of those central coast kids that never developed empathy, just blurted out "Dingo ate my baby" in reaction to basically being told not to be a dickhead... Immediate silence - he got up, left the room and didn't return for the rest of the day.
That was the day I realised he was THAT Michael Chamberlain...
That's freaking heartbreaking
excuse me, we may be asses sometimes but autistic people aren't that barbaric. That kid sounds like a psychopath.
Qld Math teacher was psycho and it’s like he was doing his best to be fired but the department never got rid of him. Last thing I remember of him was the day the German exchange students arrived to class and he had drawn a swastika on the board and as they walked into class he hailed them with one hand while the other formed a moustache under his nose. He then goose stepped across the classroom.
Have you ever had your pencil stolen by a beaver?
My first grade teacher, at the time I was ambidextrous leaning towards my left hand. My handwriting was well, for an autistic first grader, first grade level.
At a point through my memory of first grade she started stealing my pencils with a puppet named Mrs beaver.
Making a big deal about how I never had a pencil in class it occurred to me Mrs beaver only sought out my wood when I was using my left hand.
So I started using my right. My handwriting was so absolute shite it affected me even into college where my Indian professor failed me on an essay when he himself wrote in hyraglyphics (sp?)
Later I learned she was highly sexist towards young men and hated lefties. Teachers gossip. My grandfather used to be in the school system so I had some juicy gossip (the principal is gay)
She recently got a traumatic brain injury.
Sounds like she suffered a traumatic brain injury decades ago too
Reading this is like being on a rollercoaster but the rollercoaster fell off the tracks and is now tumbling down a ravine, because WHAT
Sounds like she had a brain injury back then
The number of openly man hating teachers I had in school was... too many. I expect some sexist teachers. But the fact that they weren't even ashamed of it bothered me.
@gungle2595 His teacher shoved left-handed wood into her beaver and was punished by God.
American student here, In my freshman year of college I had to take a freshman seminar class. The college assigned the books we were to read and the curriculum instead of the profs. On this occasion the book we were reading was about the southern border "crisis". There was a lot of Spanish dialogue in the book. My thesis for my essay about the book was essentially "you have to speak both languages to understand everything that's going on". I pulled a lot of Spanish quotes. My college English prof failed me on the essay because "your quotes don't make any sense. I can't understand them "as a recap, my thesis was you needed to speak both languages to understand everything going on in the book". When I explained that I was educated on "that's still not a valid argument"...
I was also educated well on the use of irony.
namw od book
Good one, mate. 😊
My high school chemistry teacher had been teaching the same class for decades. He would charge students money for book rentals if they forgot theirs, and give them detention if they couldn't pay. The fee started at 25 cents but increased by 25 more every week.
He had a rigid structure and more than four times the workload of homework compared to other classes. Everything was due in one big bulk at the end of week and we would leave our assignments on our desks for him to grade while we worked on a lab in another room.
A friend of mine had a sister who took his class two years prior, and after comparing their notebooks, he realized that every single assignment was the same.
For months, a small group of us had a perfect cheat-sheet for every test and assignment he had planned for the year.
Until one day, my friend accidentally forgot to leave his assignments on his desk. Our teacher took it upon himself to dig through his backpack to find it. He found everything.
Champion didn't implicate anyone beyond himself. I dropped that class a few weeks later.
Bonus: at the start of each semester, he went around the classroom recording each student with a camera and having them say their name... I can only imagine how many tapes he's archived over the decades of classes he'd taught. WHY
I don't necessarily think he archived the video! He could have just taken the time at home to learn all of your names. A little unorthodox sure, but as far as I can tell could just be putting the extra effort in to make sure he knows all your names early on.
I had a PE and Health teacher, he just gave off creep vibes constantly. He used to film the PE classes. He would justify it by saying "I need proof that you students bully me" none of us believed that, but for the most creepy thing. Me and my friends were sitting out the front of school waiting for a bus, my mum had to drop something off to this creep of a teacher. She came out of the PE office basically running, with this teacher casing her asking for her number and when she wanted to go to dinner. It honestly was lucky me and my friends were out the front as we were able to tell him to get lost. Still creeps me the hell out to this day, thinking he probably still has those videos for PE classes
sounds like your average bog standard male PE teacher
When I was in comprehensive school (about 14 years old) a factory in our town had a massive explosion. No one died, there was only one man in the building at the time and he caused the explosion by pure accident and got out of there. The problem was that the factory was very close to a big chemical plant that could destroy the entire town and next two villages if ignited. We even have siren tests for if this happens. We were in IT and saw the distant fire and smoke when we called over our teacher. He looked and said "Awh fuck" before running out the classroom and not coming back. Instead of evacuating us, he called his wife and bolted out of the school just in case it was the chemical plant. We stayed in lesson till the bell went and another teacher found us and guided us to the next class telling us not to worry but also not to go outside in case we all died. It was a really exciting day.
In year 9 we had a super chill and friendly history and english teacher, she seemed to genuinely care about each of us, gave us all nicknames, laughed at our edgy year 9 jokes, worked really hard to help get us good grades, and never raised her voice or punished anyone of us once. I cant express how lovely this woman was.
One day we waited outside the classroom for her to show up for first period, when she didn't - after 15 minutes we started to head off to the library for a free period (my schools absent teacher policy)
Halfway there, we run into her. She looks like maybe she's been crying, she doesnt say a word, the mood is grim and somber, we turn and walk silently with her back to the classroom. As we're all settling in at our desks, this God damn kid called Fraser (who frequently got detenions for being late) clearly didn't sense the vibe in the room, shouts out, "oi miss, you getting detention for being this late or what?".
The teacher, who was pulling out her chair to sit down at her desk, pauses, picks up the chair, hurls it across the room, in the vague direction of Fraser and leaves the room without saying a word.
Turns out her son had been in a carcrash the night before and was on life support. She didn't come back to school for a few months, and no one ever mentioned it. I think we all knew Fraser was to blame.
in jr high the class of 2011 i was a part of, went through like 5 science teachers, each fired for ludicrous reasons, one smacked a kid with a expo marker, one had a party and a kid got drunk walked down, got told no and then passed out in a ditch, one teacher was a heavy set parent of a fellow classmate(that was bad), it was like defense against the dark arts, it was a cursed position.
Our school had a dedicated substitute teacher who was so out of it that he'd spend the entire lesson on social media and wouldn't just not give a shit, to the point you could get away with everything.
One such occasion he was supposed to watch some year 9 kids in a teachers classroom with a lot of personal stuff. One random kid decided it would be a good idea to pick up a potted plant from right next to the sub and throw it down the stairs outside the classroom. Next day the teachers talking to the sub about who did it and all the sub had to say was "Shouldn't have kept a plant in the classroom then."
While I have many the one I remember most was my Elementary art teacher Mr. K.
An incredibly angry teacher who was just a little passionate about his craft. He once got so angry he once tossed a whole table at my best friends big brother. He was also known to rent out new cars every year, on a teachers salary. The weirdest thing is that for one year he just forgot my name and called my Kyle. I remember because we had an art gallery and he put mine up there for the whole school to see, and he put the wrong first name, he got my last name perfectly. When I asked him why he shrugged and admitted that “I looked like a Kyle”. Will never forget that man, for better and for worse.
My history teacher last year used to have a picture of Chairman Mao on his desk and did terrible Russian impressions in a majority of stuff I remember from that class. Yeah, it was weird.
Not an aussie but my college professor once went on a tangent about his favourite vape flavours and his dealer, then during break he went outside with us to vape. He might have also vaped during class, I'm not 100% sure on that. I don't think he even teaches anymore at my college, but he was an absolute legend and a bit on a spectrum with how obsessed he sounded at times.
In primary school we had an old art teacher with a massive bushy beard. He had a reputation for being aggressive and would tear up year 1’s artwork for being shit. When he retired I was helping move his stuff and found a book that was called “anger management: how not to hit your students.” Oh yeah he would also bring a different kangaroos to class that he found injured in the bush. The worst part. This was only 2011.
Our old maths/science teacher (in his late 60s, quirky eccentric type) once told me and a mate that he’d found out about this band called King Parrot (hectic fast sceechy metal band from Melbourne), and he loved it. We told him they were coming to town, and he bought a ticket. A gang of me and my classmates met him there, and before the band played we secured him the dead set front row centre spot in the crowd. Once they started playing, he proceeded to get crushed against the barrier, doused in water, kicked in the back of the head multiple times by crowd surfers, and later found out he got scabies from the show. He had a ball and came to their next show, although stayed firmly away from the front row lol. Legend
My weird teacher was in his 60's.
For further context i was in a private school.
Now he did a few things, he was a geography teacher, but if you got him talking about the war and you got the autistic kid talking about the planes used in the war, it was a hour debate on who couldve won on which side.
He went around in test rooms, asking if we wanted - Black coffee / Coke
Or
White tea - Sprite.
Another teacher decided to throw a chair after a student kept interrupting him during english as well.
My science teacher was let go after being disliked by the students and grading based off who she liked. Afterwards i guess out of frustration she mass emailed a bunch of students saying two different teachers secretly talked badly about students in the break room. For whatever reason she pretended to be the vice principal in this email despite it being on HER email.
This was in middle school keep in mind, none of us past 14 years old.
Jesus christ..
English teachers are the best. One of my English teachers (for Grades 9 and 11, I think I had him as my teacher, at a school in another country) in the late '80s kept an actual sword in his cupboard, which he would bring out as a prop for relevant scenes in Shakespeare's plays. One day, while teaching he was interrupted by the sound of some students making noise in the hallway (they weren't supposed to be there between classes). So he ran to the cupboard, flung it open, grabbed the sword and went into the hallway waving it and telling the disruptive kids off. I never heard a sound from that hallway during class time for the rest of the year. And he was one of the saner English teachers in our school, which was known for having very high academic achievement.
My year 12 history teacher was an oddball. Used to walk around with a headless golfclub and swing it at students heads only stopping an inch from their heads/faces. One morning he told a kid to take his feet off the table, the kid said "what if I dont, what are you going to do about it". The teacher replied "Im going to throw the beetle at you". And before anyone could react, he threw open the draw in his teacher's desk, pulled something out and biffed it as hard as he could the kid- it was a massive fuckin huhu beetle. He just had it in his desk. Baffling.
Cartoon character come alive
Year 11 and 12 I had a English teacher that was a former Scientologist and member of the SeaOrg. She would start each year with a tearful speech about the dangers of Cults. In 12 year she finishes ...." you need to be really careful with groups like the Hali Krishna, Scientologist ect." A girl I know puts her hand up, "excuse me miss, my parents and I are Hali Krishna. What eactly are you saying?" They have an epic battle over the year. She enlists other students to make complaints, the teacher refuse to talk to her.
Childcare workers confess their sins next...
Infant MMA ?
Baby Bum-fights ?
I'd watch
I've got some horror stories for sure
I don’t wanna go to jail I’m good
@@tommyk3486 ?????
Please do this next
Had a psychology teacher in year 12 and when my friends and I would go home for bongs at lunch time he would drive past and wave as he headed to his place to do the same. Then on the days we'd have him for psych after lunch, he'd often have us lay on the floor and do guided meditation until most of the class fell asleep. Good bloke.
Gotta love that crying at work is so normalized that it doesnt get a second thought, but laughing is unique enough for a story submission.
I once had a maths teacher who when I asked him questions about math he would force me to look up videos about unicorns in the game terraria. When I tried to bring it back on topic to the maths question again he told me a story about how he couldn't beat levels of some random NES game as a teenager.
When he was on lunchtime duty he would walk around like a raptor and bite/roar at kids who tried to talk to him or did the wrong thing. I think he would also randomly do cartwheels as well. He probably only lasted a few months because other teachers complained about him teaching fuck all.
He then went viral a few years later because someone had found a video on Facebook of him yelling "it's Australia day!!!" And then jumped off the roof of his house into a pool.
Legend
Literally had a high school teacher everyone called “Wacky Thomas”. This was in the 70s and he was an older gent. The story was he got shot in the head in WW2.
Sometimes in class he’d just forget what he was teaching, and ask the students what we were talking about. The game was to say “the footy sir!”, or the test cricket etc.. and we’d spend the rest of the lesson talking about sport.
I’m not sure he really did forget what he was doing, and just wanted to chat about sport. 😂
My chemistry teacher sent one of my friends to the hospital. They were doing some test involving a balloon filled with hydrogen which somehow blew up in my friend's face which gave her some pretty nasty burns.
This same teacher also always wore a super long scarf and it would always come VERY CLOSE to catching on fire in the bunson burners, but sadly never quite made it. She also insisted that the fume hood wasn't necessary and we should just do all of our experiments outside of it, which often led to there being quite a lot of smoke in the classroom
She was so bad that at the end of the year I decided to make shirts commemorating the fact that well survived. I sold 27 of them, including one to a fellow science teacher who was also tired of her antics. She retired the year after I had her, so we can all proudly wear those shirts to school professing our hatred for her.
In high school we had a LOVELY chemistry teacher (who I think left the school directly after I graduated, which sucks). She was super bubbly, great at explaining everything, had a fun anecdote about filling her shower with soap by accident because coming from the UK to Australia the water wasn't nearly as hard so she didn't need as much soap...
One day someone asked if she knew how to make meth, and she responded seriously at first--"Well, yes, but I'd have a difficult time getting my hands on the ingredients, that kind of thing is restricted." Then, less seriously... "Also, I'd be a TERRIBLE drug dealer. I'd be like, 'hello, would you like some crystal meth?!, it's PINK!!!!'" (Whatever enthusiasm you are imagining in her voice, please multiply it by three.)
When I was in grade 11, our homeroom teacher went on maternity leave, and due to some scheduling issues the principal ended up filling in during homeroom. He was a lifelong engineer (used to work at NASA - no we weren't in the US he was so good they imported him) and hobbyist philosopher. Those two things combined into him running "though experiments" during Homeroom, which were always weird cuz I'm not really sure he understood much about philosophy to begin with.
One of his 'thought experiments' was to turn around so his back was facing us, and challenge the class to "prove to him they exist" (you know, to get us thinking about the nature of existence and observers). One of my classmates ran up and pick pocketed his wallet, took his credit card, then refused to return it until the professor admitted defeat, because, "if you can't prove I existed for that moment, you can't prove I stole it".
Had a economics teacher who was a veteran of the Malaya conflict. Every now and then, his PTSD would kick off and he would start throwing things at the students in class. Usually chalk or a duster - maybe a book. (it was the 80's) He got suspended when some kid shouted back at him for throwing a duster at him, he picked up a desk and threw it at said student - knocking him out. Funny thing was - we all like him as a teacher, and his classes were actually fun.
Had a prac teacher in year 10 geography, older guy and quite stern which being a prac teacher we all hated. After googling his name one night I found out he was a disgraced (state I think) MP which had to “resign “ due to allegations of corruption around a real estate deal.
Upon learning this information I of course told all my mates and the story spread like wildfire leading to a rather stern talking to by the deputy principal (just the class I wasn’t caught). Nevertheless after that he was far kinder to us for the rest of the term so mission accomplished.
I was known for being a quiet kid in school, didn't really talk to people besides my friends. But there was this one Irish maths teacher who, for some reason, hated the sight of me so much that if he saw me waiting outside his classroom he would either make me stand outside for the whole lesson or send me away. After this happened a few times I just ended up sitting in the library reading until my next class.
Had a P.E teacher who did the same, but because I told her I couldn't do P.E because I had trouble breathing (not asthma, still no idea what's wrong with my lungs over 10 years later), and took 0 notice to the horrible bullying I was dealing with, saying "well if you did P.E you wouldn't get bullied." I was anorexic
Maybe not the wackiest but my 10th grade biology teacher used to get really annoyed when I would put my feet up on a chair or table during class. Eventually he got so fed up he yelled "how would you like it if I taught like that" and proceeded to lie down and spend the next hour of class teach from the floor and pointing at the slides on the projector with his feet. Absolute legend though, used to dim the lights and play "Let's Get It On" whenever he taught us about the any animal or plant's reproductive cycle and was in an awful dad rock band with a bunch of other nearly retired teachers who insisted on playing at a bunch of school events, even though a bunch of the kids would boo any time they got on stage.
Had a math teacher who would bark at people and just balance random things on his head while talking. He came up to me in like 9th grade in the library, whispered into my ear over my shoulder "you will never amount to anything in your life" and then casually walked away with his hands behind his back.
Even as a child I had the maturity to know that for an adult to do that they've gotta have some issues going on.
For the record, was just an average kid on the nerdier side. Not like I would antagonise my teachers or anything. This was so outta pocket it didn't even upset me it just threw me for a loop
Our metalwork teacher, who's nickname was "Wacky" and was one of the strangest indiviuals I've ever met, built himself a trailer in the workshop classroom he taught in. After he finshed the trailer, he realised it wouldn't fit out the door.
So, he didn't teach Maths also, then?
Middle school German “teacher” if you could call him that, told us many wild stories about his life, and even bought weed off a student in class one time. The dude was a very “rotund” fella, and apparently had spent a period of time on a professional paintball team, as his extra natural padding would absorb the energy from the paintball and cause the paintball to bounce off him without exploding (For anyone who hasn’t been paintballing, if the shot doesn’t explode you’re still in the game) and as such functioned as his teams human riot shield.
He also spent time in a very serious soccer league, in which he played goalie and wouldn’t need to move much ever, as he just blocked a decent percentage of the goal at all times. He also once told us he would inject himself with Epi pens in the legs before games for the massive adrenaline boost that comes with them.
Finally, in high school we went on the German exchange program, our HS German teacher had to suddenly leave for a few days, so our middle school teacher flew out to be our “chaperone”. One day in Hamburg we were riding around on a bus going somewhere and when it came time to get off all the students stood up and walked right off, our teacher however had a bit of trouble fitting through the door. This lead to a group of students watching a bus driving away with their teacher halfway through the door of said bus. When the bus driver finally realized, stopped and helped him out of the door they’d already made it quite a distance and we then saw our teacher showing off his paintball/soccer league skills as he ran with honestly amazing speed down to road to us. I still feel bad for laughing, but I can’t think of that image without cracking up.
We had an art teacher that was proper off with the fairies! One class she just came in and said we all need to get centred. She proceeded to pick up a large stick and walk to the middle of the track oval (like a proper five minute walk away) and point the stick into the air and then lay down next to the stick for the whole lesson…she didn’t come back … we painted on
The unemployed confess their sins. Cmon the people need this
"Cool young male teacher look" definitely an almost extinct species in Australia.
I had an maths teacher who was responsible for pretty much all of the recording stuff for the school (like camps and sports days) and everyone was convinced that he was a predator of some kind. He would mostly focus on recording and taking photos of the girls and would do weird close up recordings that would slow down on their legs and waist area, and he would say pretty creepy shit that groomers would say. The problem was so out of hand that while the investigation was going on, he wasn't allowed near girls other than in his classes (he was still in charge of recording the camp that was going on in the meantime because all of the other teachers were old farts with no media literacy).
On this camp, he just so happened to "coincidently" walk into the tent area for the girls in the middle of the night and came across another guy who was sneaking around the tents. My teacher yelled at him in a way to wake people up to get help, but then the guy punched him and broke his nose. After more teachers came over to see what was happenings, the guy threw a knife at him (it missed him) and threatened to stab anyone else who followed him. They never found that guy as far as I know.
After that camp, someone covered the windows of his class with a photoshoped image of his face on a cowboy, with text saying "this playground ain't big enough for the two of us" and would put it back up when it was taken down.
The investigation eventually found "no wrong doing", but he had "resigned" anyway and his wife left him pretty soon afterwards. My neighbour used to be the teacher that was head of the secondary school where this happened, and she tells me that the principle had effectively put a gag on everyone involved in the investigation so they wouldn't tell the parents that what was alleged was only the tip of the iceberg, because he was desperate for funding because he blew out the budget on a new building for the VCAL students who would only be in 2-3 days a week anyway.
He now works at some posh catholic school in eastern Melbourne.
Had an English teacher who made us write essays about what it's like living as an American citizen. A friend of mine said that she would write it from her perspective as an African American woman. She was then told that she wasn't alowed to, as she had to write it from the perspective of a quote "normal person".
This same teacher also had us write opinion pieces and the would grade us based on whether he agreed with us or not.
We had a substitute teacher with anger issues for one period. A few people in the class were making it their mission that day to piss him off.
I think it worked, because from memory he picked up one of those wooden metre rulers which all the old clasrooms used to have, and smashed it as hard as he could against the teachers desk and the blackboard, while screaming at the class like we were in a bootcamp.
The ruler broke into a few peices and went flying. We didnt see him again after that.
I'm a 20 year old bloke studying to be a teacher and I immediately feel called out within the first 5 seconds
@@pokeredandblue2383 I've been on placements and taught kids before fuckwit, I'm just not finished with my degree
why waste your life like that?
@@WeirdPros How bloody original mate
@@tescomealdeals but why?
@@VioletRM Why study anything? Because it's what I'm passionate about, not sure what answer you were expecting.
I had a maths teacher for year 11 and 12 who was so old fashioned he was the only teacher to still use a blackboard. His classroom had the last blackboard in the school and supposedly he alone prevented its conversion to a whiteboard.
He was an excellent teacher if you were on his good side. But if you ever stepped out of line for a second or disrupted the class in any way he would yell (and I mean YELL) at you like a drill sergeant. It was so loud you could often hear him from another classroom several doors down the hall - it was quite common to hear some screaming down the hall and people would say “oh there he goes again.” I was on the receiving end at least once for things like having an earphone in, and other minor infringements.
He did it in a way that commanded respect and made you really not want to get on his bad side. Honestly probably the best teacher I ever had - he was brilliant at teaching high level maths in a way that was intuitive and probably inspired me to pursue further studies more than any other teacher. As long as you didn’t do anything to set him off his classes were great, and it was pretty funny at times to hear him yell at someone else for several minutes before sending them outside.
One time a girl put her hand up and asked “excuse me sir can I use the bathroom?” And he stares her down and replies “we don’t have a bathroom at this school.” After about 5 seconds of dead silence she stammers “….can I use the toilet?” And he says “yeah off you go.”
Sadly he was beaten up by a year 9 student several months before retirement and never came back. I think some kids just didn’t “get” him. But all things considered he was an absolute legend that understood the true value of education and knew how to support the students who really wanted to learn. He deserved the upmost respect and I hope he’s doing well.
Whoever wrote the story about Wilfred Own / Owen Wilson, was this at SFX 2017? Because my friend did this during our HSC.
My Year 8 Science teacher was an old fart, and while the class itself has some great stories, including the students learning that chunks of dissected lamb heart stick to the ceiling, he was by far the greatest curiosity. Including:
At our mid-year parent teacher interview, he had to look through a list for 30 seconds to remember my name
We found out that he used to be an amateur wrestler, going by the title of Mr Wonderful.
In tests he was usually too lazy or tired to tell off kids who were fighting on tables or shouting out obscenities across the classroom.
He also regularly seemingly got lost on the way to the classroom, often being 10-15 minutes late
Good times.
One of our highschool wood working teachers managed to get his tie caught in a drill press, very nearly getting pulled into the machine. The next day all the male teachers came to school with chopped up ties to mock the poor guy.
Had a science teacher in an all boys highschool that would teach you how to make various drugs if every single person in the class handed their homework in the few times he issued it. Somehow it took 2 years (2 seperate grades after mine) for word to get out that he tought a group of year 8 kids how to make meth at which point he was fired. Only class I ever did homework in and I learnt a lot 😂
He also taught how to make explosives with household items once. Not sure of this comment will be deleted or not so Im adding it as a comment lol
This is a man who knows how to teach!
Kids love forbidden knowledge, and you know what, making meth is hard enough and illegal enough, that it probably won't be done. I think it's completely unreasonable to fire someone over that sort of thing. Ok, the explosives with household items is perhaps a bit more actionable and more dangerous, but still if you're teaching science, what better way to teach it than by teaching kids they have incredible power to make pipe bombs that they need to choose not to use.
I had a litany of science teachers and each was kookier than the last, I think it comes with the territory.
I had an old relief teacher, who instead of teaching the class, wrote the entire periodic table out by memory on the whiteboard (no matter what class it was)before sitting in the corner of the room, either on his phone or just staring. I later learned that he also worked as a mall santa.
In Year 10 my science class went through 3 different teachers. The first was awesome, but had to move away mid-term. The second one, the problem one, lasted only a term and sent us back to the stone age. He was originally from somewhere near India, and he was famous enough in his home country that he scored a TV interview (we Googled). He had a doctorate in Philosophy, but was given a physics class. The moment that sticks in the brain, although some of the specifics are lost to history, was when the entire class spent most of the hour-long period trying to tell him that what he had attempted to teach us at the start of the period was incorrect, and he was having none of it. By the end, he finally recognised that, in fact, we were in the right, apologised, but then followed up by telling us that that was why we should never trust our teachers. Gotta be honest, a weird lesson to have been taught at that time of my life.
My 8th grade science teacher, Mr. Freshwater, has a Wikipedia page and an Ohio Supreme Court case with his name on it (not good for a teacher). Some years later I learned that he had been fired, ostensibly for refusing to remove religious materials from his classroom. Turns out he's a hardcore fundie and had actually been exorcising demons from students during wrestling practice and who had burned a cross into a disabled kid's arm using electricity (a tesla coil). He had been refusing to teach evolution for decades and because I grew up in rural America, that somehow passed until he burned a kid.
link
@@SeanHartnett-t8c If I post a link it will be automatically moderated out of existence. Google John Freshwater teacher and you'll find it without any problems.
@@SeanHartnett-t8c look up john freshwater or freshwater vs mt vernon
In highschool I had a civics teacher who was also on the city's school board. Our school did a pi day (3/14 March 14th) celebration every year where the student body would bring in pie to eat and share. Me and my friends got the bright idea to bring in pie in place of our lunch. When we arrived at school with our lunches in tow Mr civics school board teacher directed us to donate our lunches to the schools pie event. He was kindly informed that this was our lunch for the day. He proceeded to confiscate our lunches and to educate us to the fact that "you don't have the same rights as normal people". I don't remember anything about civics but I certainly remember that lesson.
P.s he's still on the school board running unopposed every year.
Wow, that's so fucked
Sounds like a school board lmao.
Had a female teacher basically boasting to a class of ~10 year old that she had taught her son (about 6 y/o) how to spot fake boobs at the beach. "If they lay down and the boobs look the same as when she was standing up, that's how you know!" Thank you teacher, I definitely needed to know that at that age....
Once my teacher showed us an essay to teach us how not to write an essay. It was my essay.
That last journalist-gone-teacher is amazing, imagine living in a world where all news are true, even when the news contradict each other.
In year 9 I had a young lady teacher for science class. She was timid to a fault, with a voice that wavered as if she was constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown. Naturally, being the class of unruly teenagers that we were, we honed in on this aspect like a laser-guided missile. Her classes were inevitably chaos. Until one morning, when she didn't show up. We waited outside the classroom for thirty minutes before another teacher passed by and asked us what we were doing.
The following week our teacher returned, wearing an unseasonably long shirt and appearing to sport some bandages on her wrist. When asked, she calmly said "knives are dangerous" and went on as if nothing happened. Scared the shit out of us and class was much quieter afterwards.
wow you damn near bullied that teacher to death
In the 5th grade, I had an elderly history teacher who not only came to school for Halloween in rusted knight armor, but also came into school one day missing a pinky because he accidentally blew his fingers off repairing his motorcycle. As a bonus he was a narcoleptic, so at times he would be found asleep at his desk.
Less whacky and more soul crushing.
For a 6th grade short story assessment, I wrote a 9 page epic of galactic warfare (yes, I had no friends. How did you guess?). At the end, the human race decided to hold a peace summit where they summarily bombed all the enemy leadership and went back to Earth to be celebrated as heroes.
I was home sick when the teacher was marking the assessments. Apparently, concerned for my mental health - she decided to read it out to the whole class and shame me for having an awful, immoral ending. I came back to school the day after to all of the kid in my class refusing to make eye contact and laughing at my back. I had no idea what was going on at this point. I took my seat and the teacher called me out to dress me down about it. Apparently, shaming me while I wasn't there to defend myself didn't sit right with her, so she decided to do it again while I was there.
I told her I wrote the ending that way because people are awful, war is horrible and it's supposed to be a bad ending. Not to be deterred, she said "You have 30 minutes to re-write this ending and if it's not to my satisfaction, I'll fail you"
I re-wrote the ending so that everybody shook hands and went home. She gave me a D+ and a complex to go with it.
Sounds like an English teacher who’d never read a book in her life
I feel her library of books consisted of The Magic Treehouse and ISpy books. Like she never read a teen novel, let alone an adult one.
My english teacher also had their degree in journalism, with such great insights like opinion piecies are on the same level as studies and that secondary sources are more reliable than the studies the secondary sources are covering (despite the secondary source saying the complete opposite of what the study found).
My first high school teacher, Homeroom and HASS Teacher's name was Mr Mummy. I lost count of the time we called called out ''mum' when we needed to ask him a questions (which was all the time). He also developed I love interested with the cooking teacher. He was a graduate teacher. His teaching skills were shocking (as I have since become a teacher), the only thing interesting about this guy was his name.
An English teacher I had. Had such a bad understanding of general gravity. That he threw a pack of cards from a second story window (the "bad kids" were probably gambling or some shit) and assumed they'd just land in a pile on the ground. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.
I feel like there's a tiny part of friendlyjordies that hopes he gets stranded on an island with someone for an excuse to eat human
One time someone left their water bottle in the classroom after we were all told to bring it to the outside prac activity we were doing. Our teacher was nothing short of a couple screws loose and must of got up on the wrong side of the bed that day. He brought the water bottle with him, fuming, he asked who left it behind. Too scared to admit anything, no one in our class owned up. The teacher then proceeded to say "well I guess no one will need it then" and BOOTS THE BOTTLE at full force. It went flying towards the road, and with perfect comedic timing HITS A CAR that was driving past. Luckily there was no damage done, but boy it was an intense arvo
When I had started grade 4 (I was like 10 or something) I had this teacher who absolutely despised me in particular. She looked like Miss Trunchbull and acted like too, just comically evil.
The school had decided that I was a "problem child" and she decided that the best thing to do was to put me in a separate room with no windows and no other students where she would "teach" me. She also followed me around during breaks and made me sit away from all my friends at lunch and during the breaks, didn't even let me play with them on my birthday.
So you were tortured pretty much.
@@gordonfreeman7187 Yeah pretty much
The clarinet bong thing happened at my high school too. It was the bell of a contrabass clarinet though
What is the Australian public school system without a bit of racism?
I was in YR11 at the time and my school had plenty of foreign students, many who were learning English as part of their curriculum. I was in Art class (which was nothing more than a 90min bludge) and my normal teacher was away on holiday for a couple weeks. For a few weeks prior a student teacher was part of the class so she was given the honour to "teach us" while the usual teacher was on leave. It was the very first lesson we had with this student teacher and things were not going well. A lot of it was the usual students not listening, not doing any work, getting their name written on the board etc. She was getting frustrated and not handling it very well. Off to the side were the foreign students and they were the only ones not being disruptive. In her manic rage, she DEMANDED the foreign kids to "Speak English" and "You're in Australia now". One of the white girls that these kids were friends with went off her head and they got into a full blown argument. So the white girl stormed off to the deputy principals office. A few mins later of the deputy came down to talk to the student teacher to get her side of the story. After some tears she was escorted away from the classroom. The deputy came inside and said "That wasn't acceptable behaviour" and apologised to the class and offered us counselling if we needed it. As you can imagine, we got a new teacher next lesson and never saw the student teacher ever again.
Want more racism? I've got one from the same school as this comment as this is my brother
It all started in year 10 Graphics class where we learned how to make CAD 3D models and fart around making 3D cocks while the teachers weren't looking. Our usual teacher was away and we had a substitute teacher that I'd had before. Mr. Milne. He was a real Aussie bloke. Bald, scraggly grey moustache and he had to be nearly 60 with his fat stomach barely hidden away by his tucked in white polo shirt into his shorts that you'd sometimes catch an eyeful of old man nutsack from. Now, as was said above; we had a lot of foreign students. And thus we meet our victim, Henry from Uganda. He was a nice guy. Quite shy on his own but when he was with his boys he'd get VERY rowdy. So the white kids in class are just talking amongst ourselves and making 3D cock and balls as you do, and Mr. Milne would let us be as we weren't making too much of a fuss. When all of a sudden Henry absolutely bellows out a "WHAT?! ARE YOU FUCKING GAY?" to one of his mates and the class immediately zips quiet. Mr. Milne storms over yelling and screaming that you can't say those types of things. Henry, being backed by his boys, proceeds to argue that he's just joking around and it means nothing. Even apologising. Mr. Milne was not having it. He felt Henry was taking the piss. Henry is defending himself against this barrage of yelling when all of a sudden Mr. Milne says "You stop speaking! I am white man! White man smarter!" The room somehow gets even. more. silent. Mr. Milne proceeds to kick Henry out of class and shouts at us to continue our work. Henry's boys all follow him out and they went off somewhere. Meanwhile the white kids all huddle together and we cannot believe what we just heard. A few of the other kids took the opportunity to bail out of class too, Mr. Milne literally did not give a fuck. The rest of the lesson went on, making dicks in intermittent silence.
I don't have *the* weird teacher, but weirdly a I have a lot of weird teachers in general... Like one who told us he won't bother to teach us more in-depth bc he's not getting paid enough. Or the teacher who once saw my notes and had an absolute meltdown about how they looked + fed us the wrong dates (it was history teacher).
Oh, and I also had this one teacher guy who when we had him for IT had us make presentations about anything. Friend just recently read Anne Frank's diary and made a presentation about it, but it wasn't long enough to fit the minimum required slides. The teacher then told her that she can stretch is out by including more books from the same author...
I will touch you, Mr. Shanks.
I mean, I won't touch you, but that pointy thing will... -Mr. Shanks
@Robert_McGarry_Poems Oh no... I will, by all means, be touching Mr. Shanks.
>I'm a teacher, ironically only for the money
Reading this as an American feels like walking into an alternate universe
I went to Asquith Boys High which, at the time was a pretty hectic place.
We would occasionally have this waxhead relief teacher (surfboard on his Volvo wagon)
When on holidays up the coast, I spotted a tiny news article on the bottom left of the right hand page.
Police had discovered a large cannabis crop and the teacher was named as the offender.
I clipped the article, photocopied and enlarged and then made 50 copies. My friends and I posted them all around the school. Needless to say we never saw him again.
(I forgot his name because it was about 35 years ago and I've smoked a tonne of pot since)
Snitch.. 😅😅
I had an incredibly “troubled” engineering teacher my freshman year of high school . This guy got kicked out of the navy for incompetency and somehow ended up at our school.
A particularly fond memory of mine is about this one poor kid who couldn’t stop sneezing. He had severe allergies, and the teacher finally snapped one day and told the kid to go home and not to come back until he found a cure to his ailment. Safe to say that the teacher was fired immediately after my lucky bunch got to experience him.
Calling Greeks and Turks smelly is an interesting comment from an Aussie
My Modern History teacher was awesome and she used to bring board games for us to play like Secret Hitler or Murder Mysteries despite us being Year 12 students.
For a minute there i thought the title was "teachies". I wouldn't have even questioned it.
I mean, yeah, it's Friendlyjordies, teachies makes sense hahahaha
I actually pulled off the “I turned it in I swear” on a teacher when we had this annoying drivers-Ed project where you had to take pictures of the inside of your parents car and label everything like steering wheel and stick shift etc. Well I hated it and the idea of it so much I was about to just take the massive L and fail the course, when literally on the last day we were allowed to turn the project in, our teacher was out sick. BUT she left her classroom door open with a note saying “drop off last minute projects here!” So I figured I’d just come to class the next day, swear I turned my project in, have her look for it and not be able to find it, when she asks if I wrote my name on it I faked panic and said I don’t think I did, no. And SOMEHOW I got away with it 😂 like I genuinely to this day cannot believe that she didn’t call me out on my BS but I guess she said f*ck it I don’t get paid enough im just a gym teacher. I got a B- for a project I never even started, so incredibly lucky 😅
Couple fun stories from a small rural school in WI.
There was the one middle school teacher who was connecting his laptop to the projector to show something or other to the class, y'know, typical stuff, teachers put stuff on the projectors all the time. This time though, the teacher accidentally had left some.. *""corn""* open, and pulled it up on the projector, for the whole class to see. And instead of just quickly closing the tab or video or whatever, he forcibly *yanked* out all the cables to his computer in a vain attempt to make sure noone would see it.
*Everyone saw it.*
I wasn't in the class where this happened, but this spread around the entire school pretty much immediately. I don't remember if he got reprimanded at all for it, and I'm pretty certain he still teaches there, close to a decade later.
There was also a new hire, high school history teacher I believe, who everyone kinda thought was a little weird. Obsessed with hand sanitizer, for whatever reason. I don't remember the context beyond "I'm bored and this sounds funny", and I didn't have any classes with this teacher, so it's not like I'd get to bare witness to the fruits of my labor, but I decided to photoshop a picture of this guy's face onto an image of a bottle of hand sanitizer. Just a dumb little joke that took no real time or effort, but I got a kick out of it. I emailed it around to my friends, who then went and shared it around to some more people, who shared it around some more.. and at some point, someone printed a bunch of these off and, if I remember right, taped them to all the hand sanitizer dispensers in the school, for everyone, including the teacher, to see.
The teacher soon quit his job because of all the torment & mental anguish all the students gave him, primarily over his hand sanitizer.
This was at best a couple weeks, maybe a month into the school year. There was no actual replacement teacher for him for a whiiile. In the moment, it was pretty hilarious, but looking back on it now, we were maybe a bit cruel over something so harmless. I certainly never expected my dumb meme to spread as much as it did, lol, and to this day I don't think anyone but my friends knew I even made it. I know I never got in trouble for it, at least. It just kinda.. appeared, and then made the teacher disappear.
Mid 1960s start of the year a teacher who caught a kid talking made him stand up and say his name. This kid had a mild stutter but the stress of being in trouble and remember in those days they still used the cane, made his stuttering become machine gun like, a a a a a a a a al al an Alan , the teacher pointing at him smirking and looking around the room, d d d d d d D the teacher, then realised he was the son of another teacher in the same school, dropped his ridiculing performance in a split second and recovered by telling him to sit down and stop talking.