It's a toss-up --
-- between my eighth grade science teacher (Mr. Hanky, who blessedly retired a decade before South Park would have made his life unbearable) who used to dance on the lab tables singing Beatles songs and once attempted to swing like a monkey from a hanging fluorescent light fixture which did not support his weight.

In the fifth grade, I had a "music teacher" who never taught music. She'd spend the hour talking about what her cats had done the previous day. Several times she gave me (and other students) the keys to her beat up little car, so I could go down and fetch a bottle for her. She was so far off her ass that she could neither do it her self nor discern that sending talkative ten-year-olds to fetch booze for you wasn't the best way to hold on to your job.

We also had a maths teacher who encouraged us to throw coins at him while he wrote on the blackboard. They went into the "bird seed fund." He also distinguished himself by consistently mocking kids with ethnic names. Every time he'd call on a kid named "Wing Ko," for example, he'd hunch over like Peter Lorre and repeatedly wink at him.

I had a hippie-dippie, VW Microbus drivin' bead-wearin' kindergarten teacher who used to go out of her way to find things to smack me on the bare bottom for. That was actually kind of hot, I guess.
(Larry_Mudd, Thu 10 Nov 2005, 21:07, Reply)