No. I've had bad teachers but no one I'd say was stupid. Maybe I was just lucky during my 17 years of school (God damn that is a fine, fine degree on my wall).
Stupid teachers.
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Sounds like the teacher missed the important part of that method, which is to make the students draw a recreation of the internal organs and then color them, the idea being that employing spatial concepts and making them recreate the internal area helps a lot of people understand and remember the "map" much better than simply staring at it would. Common in geography classes, too.erttheking said:
Even though I never had them as teachers (I always had good teachers) one teacher believed she saved the Earth from an alien invasion by hitting an alien with a stick and another teacher said she was in the Olympic fencing team before she had a car accident. I don't know if the people who told me this were bullshitting or they actually did say that, but as you can see, it's pretty retarded.
My sociology teacher wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer.
We once made her believe that the big beamer screen was a touch screen. After 'demostrating' it to her (with someone touching and someone else clicking obviously) she then gave it a go herself. It took her about 5 to 10 minutes to figure out we were messing with her.
We had loads more silly shenenigans in her classes, they just fail to spring to mind at the moment.
We once made her believe that the big beamer screen was a touch screen. After 'demostrating' it to her (with someone touching and someone else clicking obviously) she then gave it a go herself. It took her about 5 to 10 minutes to figure out we were messing with her.
We had loads more silly shenenigans in her classes, they just fail to spring to mind at the moment.
High school. All of it. They were shit, all of them. No, forget it. I'm not pulling punches. Fuck 'em all. I'm largely self-taught through that suck-ass school and to prove it I had a 4.0 all the time without even having to do any homework.
So, I thanked my lucky stars when I got into college and relaxed.
So, I thanked my lucky stars when I got into college and relaxed.
I remember very little about school however I do remember having 2 very stupid teachers in secondary school. They were dating and forgot that the lock on the classroom door was broken. They also forgot that not 2 days before the clocks went forward 1 hour and nobody had changed the clock in the classroom. So my whole class walked in to see my Art teacher bent over her desk with our PE teacher.... well you get the idea.
My gym teacher was in the Marines. Correction, he was a truck driver for the Marines. Was he in shape? Shit, he could probably snap the next biggest guy in our school in half with one hand. Was he smart? Hell no.
In health class (where they teach the Birds and the Bees, for anyone that called this class something different), he spent the entire class period talking about fetuses. But instead of fetuses, he said feces. The entire. Damn. Day.
He ended up being let go for making another teacher cry, among other things.
In health class (where they teach the Birds and the Bees, for anyone that called this class something different), he spent the entire class period talking about fetuses. But instead of fetuses, he said feces. The entire. Damn. Day.
He ended up being let go for making another teacher cry, among other things.
I spent three years in full blow conflict with my head master, I mean serious shouting matches in corridors and the like. Now I was renowned through out that school for being a excellent student and a joy to teach, yet he took a personal interest at going after me at every opportunity.
Example 1: It was winter and it was snowing outside and I literally just walked into the school when he demanded I remove my coat. Now whilst there is technically a no coat in the school rule it was a freezing cold day,the heating was on the blink and I was wearing nothing but a thin school shirt underneath said coat. I refused to take it off and he got angry, during his rant about how I was disgracing the schools image (This is a school where it was not unusual for teachers to have their cars keyed and one girl wore a lycra boob to thigh dress regularly). I occasionally interrupted this rant to point out people walking past with coats to which he replied, 'That is not relevant.'
Example 2: I had my tie tied to a metal pole and set fire to, I was still wearing it at the time but that's another story. I did not currently have the money to replace the cheap bit of over-priced polyester so I wore a jet black suit tie instead. He ended up making me miss half a day of school sat outside his office thinking about how I'd disgraced the school.
Example 3: Genuine conversation about the soon to be implemented stamp system:
Him: 'The student council have been seen to be strongly in support of this idea.'
Me: 'With all due respect sir, the student council does not represent the schools actually opinions and many student have suggested that they will actively strike if you try and enforce this system.' (Yes I do talk like that)
Him: 'Yes well some people commit suicide and you have to just accept that and let them do it.' (This is despite the bastard knowing that I had, had a damaging suicide take place within my family)
Also there was my maths teacher of three years who routinely got sums wrong and didn't notice when one of the students was tied to a chair, carried out of the room and left upside down in the playground.
And those are just the two that I'm bitter enough to vex about online about, the sheer scale of incompetence in that place was unbelievable.
Example 1: It was winter and it was snowing outside and I literally just walked into the school when he demanded I remove my coat. Now whilst there is technically a no coat in the school rule it was a freezing cold day,the heating was on the blink and I was wearing nothing but a thin school shirt underneath said coat. I refused to take it off and he got angry, during his rant about how I was disgracing the schools image (This is a school where it was not unusual for teachers to have their cars keyed and one girl wore a lycra boob to thigh dress regularly). I occasionally interrupted this rant to point out people walking past with coats to which he replied, 'That is not relevant.'
Example 2: I had my tie tied to a metal pole and set fire to, I was still wearing it at the time but that's another story. I did not currently have the money to replace the cheap bit of over-priced polyester so I wore a jet black suit tie instead. He ended up making me miss half a day of school sat outside his office thinking about how I'd disgraced the school.
Example 3: Genuine conversation about the soon to be implemented stamp system:
Him: 'The student council have been seen to be strongly in support of this idea.'
Me: 'With all due respect sir, the student council does not represent the schools actually opinions and many student have suggested that they will actively strike if you try and enforce this system.' (Yes I do talk like that)
Him: 'Yes well some people commit suicide and you have to just accept that and let them do it.' (This is despite the bastard knowing that I had, had a damaging suicide take place within my family)
Also there was my maths teacher of three years who routinely got sums wrong and didn't notice when one of the students was tied to a chair, carried out of the room and left upside down in the playground.
And those are just the two that I'm bitter enough to vex about online about, the sheer scale of incompetence in that place was unbelievable.
MY 9th grade Latin teacher the only reason they hired him was because he was from Italy and the school needed a new teacher after the old one retired. we learned nothing the entire year and mostly he just came in, gave us a packet, and then started insulting different people in our class. Not a fun class
I had this exact issue in years 5 and 6.Jarek Mace said:
See, during our allotted reading time, we also had a little booklet. When we got to the end of a book, we had to write a page summing up the book's plot, as well as some other boring shit.
Unfortunately, I was the only one in the class who actually enjoyed reading. A lot of the time, I'd be busy reading and forget to summarize it.
Unfortunately, the head teacher (who taught my class) decided this was reason enough to keep me confined to the top shelf of basic books (all very boring. For some reason most of the non-fiction BS was there, too. Not sure why) despite the fact I was running through books faster than anyone else in the class.
When we had a supply teacher, I took the opportunity to lie through my teeth and select a book of my choice. When our teacher returned, she grudgingly allowed me to finish it. I went through it easily, but nope. Back to top shelf for this guy.
In the occasions when we were sent to another class to do group reading, and the other (11 year old) kids would be like "and so... the owl flew... from the... tree... it lan...ded on the lamp... posst--post..."[footnote]I shit you not, that actually happened.[/footnote] and I would be hitting my head on the desk at the sheer idiocy before breezing through my segment. You'd think that would have tipped her off.
Ah well, screw her. Five years later, I became a fairly minor published author, and before that in year seven I made gifted and talented because of my reading and literary skill.
Anyway, in years 10 and 11, I had an english teacher who's been on the line to lose his job simply because of how much of an arse he is to students.
He's pretty much allowed to stay on the condition he produces consistent high grades from his classes every year. Which, to his credit, he does.
But he's a fair numbskull on a lot of subjects. He'll chat with students and often describe how well travelled he apparently is. And yet, he thought Avatar had an incredible, original plot, while Inception was dull and cliched. He thought segway was the name for a disability scooter, thought barf bags were a name for parachutes, and even though he claimed to be versed in history and plays, thought a baldric was the vest that goes over plate armor.
And he demeaned students actively. He was telling us 'oh, there's this song you should listen to. It's called The Bleeding, by Five Finger Death Punch'. My friend pipes up sarcastically, 'sounds cheerful...'
He replies, 'well Andrew, some of us like that sort of music. We're not gay like you.'
Guy loved me, though. Brown nosed me all through the year because I was one of the few giving him the work quality allowing him to keep his job, with minimal input on his part. There was a time when I jokingly called him Sheila. He went along with it, and then took it out on my coursework grade. It was covered with ticks, and 'good quote's and 'good point' etc. On the back? D. Redid it though and got a better grade. Though comparing them, they're about the same in length and quality.
I did have an eccentric History teacher, who was the one member of faculty you could honestly do an impression of and people would get it in one. She used Quality Street chocolates to lure a stray cat out of one of the pigeon holes on her desk.
She was conveniently deaf due to age, but when I was explaining to someone which page to turn to, she told me to stop talking when she was. I quietly muttered 'what?' under my breath, and suddenly she was all up in my face. 'DON'T SAY 'WHAT', IT'S RUDE!'
Classic catch phrases of hers were 'That won't do, , that won't do!' and 'I'm goin't come dahn on on you lahk a ton o'bricks!'
She has a very nasally West Yorkshire accent, in case you're wondering. Her successor, who taught us History the next three years was very good and someone I was proud to learn under.
And not just because he made a hilarious appearance in a Disney advert with his surprisingly hot wife.
Ehh, I had a handfull. I had one teacher who had a mental breakdown in the middle of the classroom because he could not handle the rowdier of the students. I had a professor who mistook George W. Bush as Barack Obama in a political cartoon (Mind you, it was an African American class and she started the semester by preaching about how she has her degree in that specific field) and then I remember having a Computer Tech teacher who had us work on 10 year old Macintoshs. Why on earth they would have the 90 year old nun who can barely speak English teach this class is beyond me.
Yeah, we were talking about cultural diversity once and the teacher asked us the question "Do people of the same cultural group share the identical values and norms?" Everyone in the class said no, but the teacher clearly wanted a yes. His argument was "Guys, I think you're getting too hung up on the word identical; words can have different meanings, you know..."
Welp, in English we were never put in groups based on ability, we were stuck in tutor groups. So, I'd read the book we were on (Private Peaceful, good one) twice over before the rest of the class had managed to stumble to the two-thirds mark. At that point I decided that it was a better use of my time to get some work for other subjects done and my teacher had no problem with this.
And then one time we had an idiot teacher with a superiority complex sub for the usual teacher. And holy shit did he have a go at me when he noticed that I was busy making sketches for Art whilst the rest of the class mumbled through the last leg of the story. So, I calmly explained that there was no point in me reading the book so I might as well get something done, but he still told me to put away my other subject stuff and read.
Same lesson he also told a guy called Daniel, the single least problematic person in the class, that he thought he was a troublemaker for some stupid contrived reason that I can't remember any more. Dick.
The same guy also accused me of trying to throw my shoe at a house. What I did was pretend kick a guy called George because we were mucking about on the field near the border of the school, and my loose shoe flew about a metre in the air, and then I caught it. It went nowhere near the fucking house and I don't know where the hell he got the idea from.
He had a massive go at us without actually explaining why, then forced us to follow him to his office. Then he said 'why were you trying to throw your shoe at that house?' To which we responded with something like 'because... wait what?' And then he proceeded to lecture us on respecting other people's property. Then he said 'I'll have my eye on you.'
I'd like to point out that throughout my education (up until about year 10) I was a pretty model student. Which makes it even more irritating that he just wouldn't believe us.
Oh and our IT teacher in Year 9 failed me for the year even though I got 94% in the final test because I didn't pay the slightest bit of attention in class ever. Surely that's irrelevant seeing as I obviously knew my shit anyway?
And my Head Teacher in Year 6 made me sit in silence for a whole freaking hour and refused to tell me why, saying "You know what you did." Turns out that he'd just misheard something I said for a swear word and had he just fucking told me straight away I could easily have explained it. But no, I had to sit there, with him just glaring at me half the time, having done nothing wrong. Prick.
And then one time we had an idiot teacher with a superiority complex sub for the usual teacher. And holy shit did he have a go at me when he noticed that I was busy making sketches for Art whilst the rest of the class mumbled through the last leg of the story. So, I calmly explained that there was no point in me reading the book so I might as well get something done, but he still told me to put away my other subject stuff and read.
Same lesson he also told a guy called Daniel, the single least problematic person in the class, that he thought he was a troublemaker for some stupid contrived reason that I can't remember any more. Dick.
The same guy also accused me of trying to throw my shoe at a house. What I did was pretend kick a guy called George because we were mucking about on the field near the border of the school, and my loose shoe flew about a metre in the air, and then I caught it. It went nowhere near the fucking house and I don't know where the hell he got the idea from.
He had a massive go at us without actually explaining why, then forced us to follow him to his office. Then he said 'why were you trying to throw your shoe at that house?' To which we responded with something like 'because... wait what?' And then he proceeded to lecture us on respecting other people's property. Then he said 'I'll have my eye on you.'
I'd like to point out that throughout my education (up until about year 10) I was a pretty model student. Which makes it even more irritating that he just wouldn't believe us.
Oh and our IT teacher in Year 9 failed me for the year even though I got 94% in the final test because I didn't pay the slightest bit of attention in class ever. Surely that's irrelevant seeing as I obviously knew my shit anyway?
And my Head Teacher in Year 6 made me sit in silence for a whole freaking hour and refused to tell me why, saying "You know what you did." Turns out that he'd just misheard something I said for a swear word and had he just fucking told me straight away I could easily have explained it. But no, I had to sit there, with him just glaring at me half the time, having done nothing wrong. Prick.
Your group should have planned better and reworked your little cave to accommodate everyone. And from the sounds of it, you came off as the hostile one initially. He didn't handle it well either, but you certainly didn't seem to make any effort to do your part. If I had been that other teacher who stopped him, I probably would have sent you home, or punished you in some way, for being so disrespectful.Cyfu said:
As for me, I had one teacher give me a detention for playing a game installed on a school computer (that old pinball one). She said I was downloading something or some bullshit. The dumb part about it was that everyone next to me was playing the same game.