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
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 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.
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…
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.
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.
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.
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)
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.
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.
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.
My grade four teacher was a man with a very questionable sense of humour. He would keep 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. He'd also refuse 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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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)
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.
Here’s a yarn: I can’t even remember what it was for, I think it was in response to a concern about girls at high school facing harassment from boys, so they (vice principal) dedicated an entire assembly towards raising awareness and making sure everyone knew how to behave. Like “hey if you’re feeling uncomfortable, tell a teacher or family member”, stuff like that, safe and (important for this) non-controversial. So the teachers all get done for the most part, they say their peace. Principal is finishing her speech, and hands it off to the vice principal for a final word. This guy, this absolute melt of a man comes on stage and says, along the lines “will all boys please stand up.” Naturally, a lot of lads were confused, but did so anyway. This VP then said “I would like everyone standing to please look at the closest girl and apologise for perpetuating rape and sexual harassment.” Or something like that. Suffice it to say, we heard quite a few WTFs. Now here’s the kicker, none, and I mean NONE of the other teachers knew he was gonna say this shit. The assembly was his idea, but he apparently didn’t discuss what his speech, or antics, involved. So not only were some girls and boys crying, but so many teachers were pissed off and shocked. I remember asking my year level coordinator about it later, and he said “no one knew he was going to do this stunt. We barely had enough time to ‘prep’ for the assembly. Let alone what ever the fuck he had in store.” Most of my mates found it funny but felt horrible for the year 7s who had no idea what was happening. Also when the inevitable media shit storm hit, he had a private “apology” held for us yr 11s and 12s. During this apology of sorts, he locked eyes with me and asked for my forgiveness, which is weird he’d stare at me. But then I remembered I had some stuff happen in the past to a family member that the school would’ve been aware of, and since then I’ve always wondered if he singled me out for a reason. Probably not, kinda fucked if he did. Okay bye bye now 👋
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.
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 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.
sort of a teacher story I guess but it was the canteen lady, who was a bit strange and provided extremely awkward small talk upon every interaction that made me fear for my sanity at times. I decided to counteract this a strangeness with a plan. I brought a 2 litre bottle of strawberry milk and when up to her and asked for a cup, once she gave it to me I skulled the entire bottle as fast as possible and said “cheers” and handed the cup back. Immediately afterwards I power walked out of the door behind me and spewed violently for over a minute which she could clearly see out of the glass door. Safe to say after that one the small talk stopped permanently
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
In year 11 I had a kind of insane Philosophy teacher - He refused to teach what was on the curriculum and made us do Buddhist meditations most of the time - Got mad at us for breathing too loudly or moving slightly - He went on a rant for 45 minutes about how his 14 year old daughter looked like a pornstar when she wears crop tops and shorts, and how if a woman gets raped its her fault for what she was wearing. - Gave us advice on what drugs he would recommend/which ones we should avoid (probably his best moment) - Ran out of the room crying after someone asked if he could follow the curriculum - Yelled at a student for asking if our assessments would be cross marked (after he told us he marked based on his emotions), and then got mad that they were holding a pencil because he felt threatened by it. - He was always late to class. One morning he showed up half an hour late because he got lost in a car park. In the middle of winter he made us open the windows and doors to let the 'warm' air in, even though we did have functioning heaters. - He held a debate about whether female genital mutilation was ethical
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.
Teacher I had talked to us about his legal (I believe) moonshine operation among other things. Seperate teacher had radium to show off, which was definitely illegal, but it was incased in lead when not in use.
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.
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.
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. 😂
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.
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 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.
3:09 Kabanas come from trees, blue veins on your wrists are oxygen lines,”can you whistle? Good because you can’t sing” translates to, everyone can only do 1 of these things exclusively
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.
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."
Had a loose maths teacher who loved to play space invaders on his laptop after giving the day's lesson. At the beginning of such a lesson, the teacher began to play on his laptop when a smart-assed kid called out, "Sir, you shouldn't be playing games during class," to which he replied "watching videos of your mum doesn't count as games, now does it?!" I'd never heard a class of 16 year olds fall so quiet in stunned silence.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Im studying to become a teacher now, me and my classmates have some wild stories already: 1. A student told one of my friends to "get cancer and die", now that student was already on the edge of being kicked out of the school, so my friend reported it and it was the last straw that got him kicked out (he was an intern too) 2. I was helping at a first year high school camp, when i heard a bang, and saw a small mushroom cloud of sparks rise up from the campfire about 100 meters away. Some kid had thrown a can of deodorant onto the fire that around 10 other kids were sitting around. 3. Some kid passed out when i talked about sport injuries Not showed, just talked about it. 4. Some kid got caught vaping in the bathroom, then proceeded to have a 2 hour standoff where he refused to come out of the stall, but the teachers couldn't come in because the janitor (who could open the stalls from the outside) was out.
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.
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.
Not a teacher, but when I was in a high school math class, me and my mates were discussing how many hits with a shovel would it take to put down different animals. The maths teacher was a pretty timid guy, so he just watched in horror as we discussed bludgeoning cats. At one point he just laughed nervously, but quieted back down.
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
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.
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).
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.
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.
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.
Engineering teacher used to teach us stick welding during the first or second term. This bloke really didn’t understand blokes in years 10 to 12 as when we were learning in the welding bays trying to make a consistent weld he’d come in unannounced and if you were fucking it up he’d be yelling “PUSH IT IN! KEEP GOING, MORE MORE!” He never understood why the welding bay would be bursting with laughter every time. All the boys used to say it’s like he’s giving tips on rooting.
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.
My English teacher's memory was so ass, that if he wanted to punish you, he'd make you write down the infraction on a little yellow Post-It, and then he'd forget he handed any out by the end of class. You could just walk out the door and toss it in the bin at your next class. Now, I was a pretty shit student, so my parents made me keep track of all the assignments I brought in by making the teacher sign a logbook I carried. There were A LOT of missing entries in that logbook that my parents never gave a shit about, because the ONE TIME that same teacher actually forgot to grade an essay for me, I had the signature! His memory and observation skills were legendarily bad. Me and a bunch'a other kids got away with gaslighting him into thinking we hadn't screwed with the special-ed kid, when we knew god-damn well we were fuckin' with the special-ed kid.
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 tobreturn to him. He was an actual bro!
I had a teacher chuck an iPod Nano across the room at a deputy principal because I had accidentally put paint on her shoes in about year 1. Deputy got a huge goose egg and ended up quitting about 2 weeks later due to personal issues. Teacher still works to this day somehow.
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
I had a teacher (He was from the subcontinent) who was supposed to teach us Year 10's about computers and IT (Supposed to... this guys accent was wayyy too thick and he was shit at it anyway.) At the same time, Jennifer Hawkins won Miss Universe and the Daily Telegraph did a fold out of her in her bikini. So of course, us rowdy 16 year olds got a copy of the Telegraph, and grabbed the pinup of her from the middle of the paper. We all looked at it and the teacher saw. He immediately ran up and grabbed the paper yelling "NO PORN! NO PORN!". Too bad another kid also had the pinup, and we got to oogle at her some more before the teacher saw it again and yelled "STOP HORNY! NO GIRLS IN MY CLASS!" He meant "NAKED" girls, but English was hard for him. Luckily, there were no girls in this class. I mean its IT class, what did you expect?
I had a teacher that was my art teacher from Years 9 to 11, who was also my homeroom teacher from Year 10. He often played music that sounded like covers of Alvin and the Chipmunks, and refused to change it even when most students practically begged the guy to change music. Overall, he was a chill guy, who apparently used to hang out with the stoners around the block of the school while he smoked his cigs or chewed tobacco.
I had a teacher we exclusively called “Johnny Andrews”. In 8th grade after i finished a history test early he made me stare on a dot on the whiteboard until the period was over, at one point i looked away and started talking to my friend so he made me stay after class and do pushups (?). He was later suspended from teaching for a year because he hit a kid. He ended up teaching again just before i left school. He also only wore clothes made out of Hemp and made sure each pair of pants he owned had a large mull leaf design on the back pocket.
My mom was a teacher at a well to do school for a while and literally put the few colored kids the school had to offer in the corner for a semester. She writes it off as comedic and that the kids “thought it was funny too”. Mind you, this was 2017.
In high school we had a relief teacher who was known only as 'Mr PC". He would do relief teaching for every single subject and always thought he was very knowledgeable at said subject. He would correct you on very obvious things with absolute confidence and 90% of the time would get it wrong, the other 10% he would get right purely from luck. As an added bonus, he was also ridiculously athletic. On multiple occasions he did somersults over tables, front flips, back flips, and handstands to one up the students. He was around 70 at the time.
In year 9 2009 at my Catholic high school, our English teacher asked one of us to bring a movie in to watch in our last week of class before the end of the year. We chose The Dark Knight. Given that it was M rated, he had to take it home to watch first to make sure it was 'appropriate' for the class. Anyways next day he says it's all good and starts to play the movie. Turns out he put the wrong DVD back in the box and obviously didn't look at it when he put it in the DVD player. Instead of watching The Dark Knight, we watched about 10 seconds of Anal Angels 2 before he realised his mistake. All the boys were very disappointed he wouldn't let us continue watching. And even worse, we missed out on the Dark Knight because he obviously left that at home in the Anal Angels 2 box.
I had a science teacher who would kick me out of class. First time he did it I thought I was in big trouble, he just talked to me told me not to do it again and let me go. From there I pushed the boundaries any chance I could. There was one particular time where I got kicked out of class so I made it my goal to see who else I could get kicked out with my antics. I got one other buddy kicked out and we goofed off in the hall in front of the class window. Teacher used to teach on the far side of the room furthest from the door so he never saw anything we were doing. Same teacher came up behind me one time after class, I had both knees locked and he hit both of them at the same time causing me to fall backwards. Thankfully he caught me set me back up and we had a good laugh. Same teacher showed us a science trick where he lit my buddies $20 on fire but it was coated in something that didn't burn it.
I had a high school music teacher that could balance a high school chair entirely on his chin. At every opportunity, we would ask him to show off this talent during class to bludge the period. Also we knew he wouldn't start class until all the students ceased talking and we acknowledged his presence at the teachers desk. We easily wasted hours of class time with this tactic. Although he wasnt a great teacher of music, he was surprisingly good at playjng the saxaphone. He would always manage to fit a sax solo into a student's compositions, whether the solo belonged or not.
Saxophonist here, who also might get into high school music education, there's tons of us. Because saxophonists can't get jobs. Too many of us and we don't get to play in the orchestra :( So we all end up teaching haha
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.
in high school my science teacher got involved in a car crash and was out of teaching for about 5 months, in the mean time we had a middle eastern man with a very small amount of patience, after about 3 months of teaching us about rocks everyday (something that wasnt even on the curriculum for the year), he was starting to get sick and tired with dealing with a group of 12 year olds that didnt respect him at all, we were all just chatting very loudly and refusing to do the work, when all of a sudden the man starts banging a whiteboard rubber on the table and screaming "YOU ARE ALL ANIMALS!!!" we never saw him again after that, to this day im convinced we broke that man mentally.
50 years ago, we had a car dumped outside of our school for months. Our industrial arts teacher got us to strip it down for parts, including the engine. It ended up looking like a bunch of metal chomping piranhas had stripped it. Later, the cops turned up asking questions if we knew anything about the stolen car dumped outside the school!
Its Grade 9, our homegroup teacher looked and talked exactly like Arnold Schwarzenegger. One day were on an excursion with the whole year group in the city, they split us up into smaller groups with a teacher/parent each, we had Arny as our lead. Its nearing the end of the excursion, all the groups were meeting on a train home. Our group had lagged far behind. As we get to the station, we see the doors start closing on the train so we leg it! Arny speeds past us like the Terminator, grabs the half closed doors of the train and rips it open! Our group runs under his arms, which are holding the door open, while he yells "GET IN THE TRAIN CHILDREN!" , it felt like we were in an movie, abolute legend of a teacher!
In year 8 I had a substitute science teacher one day, and I'll never forget her. After the usual 20 minutes of trying to convince we had already done all our work, class finally began. We were learning about the elements. But no, not the elements of the periodic table, the elements of Earth, Fire, Water and Air, in year 8 science. After a few good laughs and loosing a few students to coolmathsgames, she continued on. Only to explain that "nothing is real" because everything is just made up of tiny particles, which me and my mates instantly jumped on. Afterall, how could we complete our worksheet if it wasn't real? With such a bullet proof argument, we began to debate with the teacher about random science facts for the rest of the class. That was a great way to spend a double period. The best part? The science teacher she was replacing? It was my mum, and let's just say we never saw Ms Ashley again.
In highschool (right before COVID lockdowns) I had a social studies teacher that was sort of tired of the classes BS. For context my school was probably from hell and had some crazy shit happen. The school eventually closed and the land will probably either be rented or become a landfill. But before all of that this teacher was feeling the heat of that dump. And one day (sadly this was not a day I was in class) a kid in the class is eating some food. The teacher told him to stop because his carrot munching as distracting and he couldn’t teach. This madlad of a student throughs the carrot (it was a baby carrot) at the teacher. Now this kid has to be some sort of elite sniper now (I don’t know what happened to him, lost contact) because he hit the teacher in the eye. This teacher just loses it and essentially starts talking like an R rated film, curing everyone out. A few weeks later we went remote due to the pandemic, and the guy just leaves. Doesn’t show up to zooms, nobody knows what happened. He just left. Miss that guy sometimes, he played CNN and new during class.
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
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 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. :)
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
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?
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!
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.
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)
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.
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 and talk shit about me 😭
Sounds like ADHD to me hahahaha
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
My grade four teacher was a man with a very questionable sense of humour. He would keep 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.
He'd also refuse 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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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."
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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'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.
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.
Here’s a yarn:
I can’t even remember what it was for, I think it was in response to a concern about girls at high school facing harassment from boys, so they (vice principal) dedicated an entire assembly towards raising awareness and making sure everyone knew how to behave. Like “hey if you’re feeling uncomfortable, tell a teacher or family member”, stuff like that, safe and (important for this) non-controversial. So the teachers all get done for the most part, they say their peace. Principal is finishing her speech, and hands it off to the vice principal for a final word.
This guy, this absolute melt of a man comes on stage and says, along the lines “will all boys please stand up.” Naturally, a lot of lads were confused, but did so anyway.
This VP then said “I would like everyone standing to please look at the closest girl and apologise for perpetuating rape and sexual harassment.” Or something like that. Suffice it to say, we heard quite a few WTFs. Now here’s the kicker, none, and I mean NONE of the other teachers knew he was gonna say this shit. The assembly was his idea, but he apparently didn’t discuss what his speech, or antics, involved. So not only were some girls and boys crying, but so many teachers were pissed off and shocked. I remember asking my year level coordinator about it later, and he said “no one knew he was going to do this stunt. We barely had enough time to ‘prep’ for the assembly. Let alone what ever the fuck he had in store.”
Most of my mates found it funny but felt horrible for the year 7s who had no idea what was happening. Also when the inevitable media shit storm hit, he had a private “apology” held for us yr 11s and 12s. During this apology of sorts, he locked eyes with me and asked for my forgiveness, which is weird he’d stare at me. But then I remembered I had some stuff happen in the past to a family member that the school would’ve been aware of, and since then I’ve always wondered if he singled me out for a reason. Probably not, kinda fucked if he did. Okay bye bye now 👋
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.
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 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.
sort of a teacher story I guess but it was the canteen lady, who was a bit strange and provided extremely awkward small talk upon every interaction that made me fear for my sanity at times.
I decided to counteract this a strangeness with a plan.
I brought a 2 litre bottle of strawberry milk and when up to her and asked for a cup, once she gave it to me I skulled the entire bottle as fast as possible and said “cheers” and handed the cup back.
Immediately afterwards I power walked out of the door behind me and spewed violently for over a minute which she could clearly see out of the glass door.
Safe to say after that one the small talk stopped permanently
The unemployed confess their sins. Cmon the people need this
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.
"Cool young male teacher look" definitely an almost extinct species in Australia.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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..
In year 11 I had a kind of insane Philosophy teacher
- He refused to teach what was on the curriculum and made us do Buddhist meditations most of the time
- Got mad at us for breathing too loudly or moving slightly
- He went on a rant for 45 minutes about how his 14 year old daughter looked like a pornstar when she wears crop tops and shorts, and how if a woman gets raped its her fault for what she was wearing.
- Gave us advice on what drugs he would recommend/which ones we should avoid (probably his best moment)
- Ran out of the room crying after someone asked if he could follow the curriculum
- Yelled at a student for asking if our assessments would be cross marked (after he told us he marked based on his emotions), and then got mad that they were holding a pencil because he felt threatened by it.
- He was always late to class. One morning he showed up half an hour late because he got lost in a car park. In the middle of winter he made us open the windows and doors to let the 'warm' air in, even though we did have functioning heaters.
- He held a debate about whether female genital mutilation was ethical
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.
Teacher I had talked to us about his legal (I believe) moonshine operation among other things.
Seperate teacher had radium to show off, which was definitely illegal, but it was incased in lead when not in use.
Whoever wrote the story about Wilfred Own / Owen Wilson, was this at SFX 2017? Because my friend did this during our HSC.
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.
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.
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. 😂
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.
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 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.
3:09 Kabanas come from trees, blue veins on your wrists are oxygen lines,”can you whistle? Good because you can’t sing” translates to, everyone can only do 1 of these things exclusively
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.
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."
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.
Had a loose maths teacher who loved to play space invaders on his laptop after giving the day's lesson.
At the beginning of such a lesson, the teacher began to play on his laptop when a smart-assed kid called out, "Sir, you shouldn't be playing games during class," to which he replied "watching videos of your mum doesn't count as games, now does it?!"
I'd never heard a class of 16 year olds fall so quiet in stunned silence.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Im studying to become a teacher now, me and my classmates have some wild stories already:
1. A student told one of my friends to "get cancer and die", now that student was already on the edge of being kicked out of the school, so my friend reported it and it was the last straw that got him kicked out (he was an intern too)
2. I was helping at a first year high school camp, when i heard a bang, and saw a small mushroom cloud of sparks rise up from the campfire about 100 meters away.
Some kid had thrown a can of deodorant onto the fire that around 10 other kids were sitting around.
3. Some kid passed out when i talked about sport injuries
Not showed, just talked about it.
4. Some kid got caught vaping in the bathroom, then proceeded to have a 2 hour standoff where he refused to come out of the stall, but the teachers couldn't come in because the janitor (who could open the stalls from the outside) was out.
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 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.
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.
Not a teacher, but when I was in a high school math class, me and my mates were discussing how many hits with a shovel would it take to put down different animals. The maths teacher was a pretty timid guy, so he just watched in horror as we discussed bludgeoning cats. At one point he just laughed nervously, but quieted back down.
This really confirms how my teachers felt about me and my mates in high school because of our seating plans, good times.
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
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.
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).
Once my teacher showed us an essay to teach us how not to write an essay. It was my essay.
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.
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
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.
Engineering teacher used to teach us stick welding during the first or second term. This bloke really didn’t understand blokes in years 10 to 12 as when we were learning in the welding bays trying to make a consistent weld he’d come in unannounced and if you were fucking it up he’d be yelling “PUSH IT IN! KEEP GOING, MORE MORE!” He never understood why the welding bay would be bursting with laughter every time. All the boys used to say it’s like he’s giving tips on rooting.
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.
My English teacher's memory was so ass, that if he wanted to punish you, he'd make you write down the infraction on a little yellow Post-It, and then he'd forget he handed any out by the end of class. You could just walk out the door and toss it in the bin at your next class. Now, I was a pretty shit student, so my parents made me keep track of all the assignments I brought in by making the teacher sign a logbook I carried. There were A LOT of missing entries in that logbook that my parents never gave a shit about, because the ONE TIME that same teacher actually forgot to grade an essay for me, I had the signature! His memory and observation skills were legendarily bad. Me and a bunch'a other kids got away with gaslighting him into thinking we hadn't screwed with the special-ed kid, when we knew god-damn well we were fuckin' with the special-ed kid.
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 tobreturn to him.
He was an actual bro!
I had a teacher chuck an iPod Nano across the room at a deputy principal because I had accidentally put paint on her shoes in about year 1. Deputy got a huge goose egg and ended up quitting about 2 weeks later due to personal issues. Teacher still works to this day somehow.
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
I had a teacher (He was from the subcontinent) who was supposed to teach us Year 10's about computers and IT (Supposed to... this guys accent was wayyy too thick and he was shit at it anyway.) At the same time, Jennifer Hawkins won Miss Universe and the Daily Telegraph did a fold out of her in her bikini. So of course, us rowdy 16 year olds got a copy of the Telegraph, and grabbed the pinup of her from the middle of the paper. We all looked at it and the teacher saw.
He immediately ran up and grabbed the paper yelling "NO PORN! NO PORN!". Too bad another kid also had the pinup, and we got to oogle at her some more before the teacher saw it again and yelled "STOP HORNY! NO GIRLS IN MY CLASS!"
He meant "NAKED" girls, but English was hard for him. Luckily, there were no girls in this class. I mean its IT class, what did you expect?
I had a teacher that was my art teacher from Years 9 to 11, who was also my homeroom teacher from Year 10. He often played music that sounded like covers of Alvin and the Chipmunks, and refused to change it even when most students practically begged the guy to change music. Overall, he was a chill guy, who apparently used to hang out with the stoners around the block of the school while he smoked his cigs or chewed tobacco.
Calling Greeks and Turks smelly is an interesting comment from an Aussie
I had a teacher we exclusively called “Johnny Andrews”. In 8th grade after i finished a history test early he made me stare on a dot on the whiteboard until the period was over, at one point i looked away and started talking to my friend so he made me stay after class and do pushups (?). He was later suspended from teaching for a year because he hit a kid. He ended up teaching again just before i left school. He also only wore clothes made out of Hemp and made sure each pair of pants he owned had a large mull leaf design on the back pocket.
My mom was a teacher at a well to do school for a while and literally put the few colored kids the school had to offer in the corner for a semester. She writes it off as comedic and that the kids “thought it was funny too”. Mind you, this was 2017.
In high school we had a relief teacher who was known only as 'Mr PC". He would do relief teaching for every single subject and always thought he was very knowledgeable at said subject. He would correct you on very obvious things with absolute confidence and 90% of the time would get it wrong, the other 10% he would get right purely from luck.
As an added bonus, he was also ridiculously athletic. On multiple occasions he did somersults over tables, front flips, back flips, and handstands to one up the students. He was around 70 at the time.
During a test, a teacher would start clipping his toenails, which the front row of tables would get toenail clipping projectiles from on their table.
In year 9 2009 at my Catholic high school, our English teacher asked one of us to bring a movie in to watch in our last week of class before the end of the year. We chose The Dark Knight. Given that it was M rated, he had to take it home to watch first to make sure it was 'appropriate' for the class. Anyways next day he says it's all good and starts to play the movie. Turns out he put the wrong DVD back in the box and obviously didn't look at it when he put it in the DVD player. Instead of watching The Dark Knight, we watched about 10 seconds of Anal Angels 2 before he realised his mistake. All the boys were very disappointed he wouldn't let us continue watching. And even worse, we missed out on the Dark Knight because he obviously left that at home in the Anal Angels 2 box.
thanks Jordie for making fun of the education system again!
I had a science teacher who would kick me out of class. First time he did it I thought I was in big trouble, he just talked to me told me not to do it again and let me go. From there I pushed the boundaries any chance I could. There was one particular time where I got kicked out of class so I made it my goal to see who else I could get kicked out with my antics. I got one other buddy kicked out and we goofed off in the hall in front of the class window. Teacher used to teach on the far side of the room furthest from the door so he never saw anything we were doing. Same teacher came up behind me one time after class, I had both knees locked and he hit both of them at the same time causing me to fall backwards. Thankfully he caught me set me back up and we had a good laugh. Same teacher showed us a science trick where he lit my buddies $20 on fire but it was coated in something that didn't burn it.
I had a high school music teacher that could balance a high school chair entirely on his chin.
At every opportunity, we would ask him to show off this talent during class to bludge the period.
Also we knew he wouldn't start class until all the students ceased talking and we acknowledged his presence at the teachers desk. We easily wasted hours of class time with this tactic.
Although he wasnt a great teacher of music, he was surprisingly good at playjng the saxaphone.
He would always manage to fit a sax solo into a student's compositions, whether the solo belonged or not.
Saxophonist here, who also might get into high school music education, there's tons of us. Because saxophonists can't get jobs. Too many of us and we don't get to play in the orchestra :(
So we all end up teaching haha
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.
in high school my science teacher got involved in a car crash and was out of teaching for about 5 months, in the mean time we had a middle eastern man with a very small amount of patience, after about 3 months of teaching us about rocks everyday (something that wasnt even on the curriculum for the year), he was starting to get sick and tired with dealing with a group of 12 year olds that didnt respect him at all, we were all just chatting very loudly and refusing to do the work, when all of a sudden the man starts banging a whiteboard rubber on the table and screaming "YOU ARE ALL ANIMALS!!!" we never saw him again after that, to this day im convinced we broke that man mentally.
50 years ago, we had a car dumped outside of our school for months. Our industrial arts teacher got us to strip it down for parts, including the engine. It ended up looking like a bunch of metal chomping piranhas had stripped it. Later, the cops turned up asking questions if we knew anything about the stolen car dumped outside the school!
Its Grade 9, our homegroup teacher looked and talked exactly like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
One day were on an excursion with the whole year group in the city, they split us up into smaller groups with a teacher/parent each, we had Arny as our lead.
Its nearing the end of the excursion, all the groups were meeting on a train home. Our group had lagged far behind.
As we get to the station, we see the doors start closing on the train so we leg it! Arny speeds past us like the Terminator, grabs the half closed doors of the train and rips it open!
Our group runs under his arms, which are holding the door open, while he yells "GET IN THE TRAIN CHILDREN!" , it felt like we were in an movie, abolute legend of a teacher!
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 8 I had a substitute science teacher one day, and I'll never forget her. After the usual 20 minutes of trying to convince we had already done all our work, class finally began. We were learning about the elements. But no, not the elements of the periodic table, the elements of Earth, Fire, Water and Air, in year 8 science. After a few good laughs and loosing a few students to coolmathsgames, she continued on. Only to explain that "nothing is real" because everything is just made up of tiny particles, which me and my mates instantly jumped on. Afterall, how could we complete our worksheet if it wasn't real? With such a bullet proof argument, we began to debate with the teacher about random science facts for the rest of the class. That was a great way to spend a double period.
The best part? The science teacher she was replacing? It was my mum, and let's just say we never saw Ms Ashley again.
In highschool (right before COVID lockdowns) I had a social studies teacher that was sort of tired of the classes BS. For context my school was probably from hell and had some crazy shit happen. The school eventually closed and the land will probably either be rented or become a landfill. But before all of that this teacher was feeling the heat of that dump. And one day (sadly this was not a day I was in class) a kid in the class is eating some food. The teacher told him to stop because his carrot munching as distracting and he couldn’t teach. This madlad of a student throughs the carrot (it was a baby carrot) at the teacher. Now this kid has to be some sort of elite sniper now (I don’t know what happened to him, lost contact) because he hit the teacher in the eye. This teacher just loses it and essentially starts talking like an R rated film, curing everyone out. A few weeks later we went remote due to the pandemic, and the guy just leaves. Doesn’t show up to zooms, nobody knows what happened. He just left. Miss that guy sometimes, he played CNN and new during class.