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Originally Posted by kiml122
My worst teacher was my 11th grade history teacher Ms. Lobo. She was horrid. She never got up from her desk ever, and she didn't teach anything. It was basically read it in the book.
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We had several teachers like that in Junior High. It was like all the teachers at that school hated all of the students there. (And to think, now I'm going to be one.) I had more favorites once I got to high school and college(s).
My absolute worst teacher, though, was a woman who was my 5th grade Math teacher. (This was during the time they were experimenting with 'changing classes' in elementary school.) Corporal punishment was an acceptable standard of punishment, and this lady was always such a warm and friendly person before the bell rang. But as soon as the bell rang, she'd slam the door, walk into the class, give us all dirty looks and think of every single reason to pull her paddle out and beat the living plasma out of us. It could be anything. She'd pull students out of other classes, bring them in front of our class, beat them to smitherings and then send them back to class crying. Some of her reasons included: Selling Girl Scout cookies in her class, ... writing notes in her class, ... digging in our purses, ... need I go on? She was always trying to intimidate or scare us in some form or fashion. She even went so far as to say, "I don't care about you telling your mother, because I'll beat her, too."
We couldn't
breathe in her class, and we lived in constant utter fear daily as we walked through the door of her room. She obviously enjoyed what she did, albeit too much. One morning she absolutely refused to teach the class until she could find who the culprit was who'd brought in a most foul and disgusting odor. Her words, "I will not teach this lesson until I find out who is stinking up my classroom." She stopped class, went by every single desk, sniffed every single student, and when she finally reached the perpetrator, kindly volunteered, "Come on, Emma, it's YOU!" and dragged the poor girl off to the restroom to be
washed ... (not that I can actually blame her.
) It turns out, though, that this woman was actually one who really DID care about our grades in her class and that we did a good job. She'd even talk to us about our progress during class one by one if she had time. But I also discovered later that she had some mental imbalances that went ignored for years, and I don't think she's teaching anymore. I have not seen her since elementary school, but I happened to go to college with her daughter. Interesting, I guess.