I have a few...
In year 8, my science teacher was obsessed with my hair. She would make up excuses to pet, yes, pet my hair. Like a cat. I swear. If I had dyed it (which I did several times over the course of that year) and used a particularly pungent smelling dye (most of the time, it was a citrus smell that lingered for days), she would be over there smelling my hair, or telling me how soft it was. She always was obsessing over my hair. Scared the crap out of me, for good reason. She adored me for some reason, and to be honest, I didn't like her and she was really mean to everyone else. But hey, it was an easy a.

Also in year 7 and 8, both years we had a lesbian gym teacher. Year 7 was particularly scary, as she constantly watched us getting undressed, and was rumored to be in a relationship with one of the girls in her class, which is very believable due to the findings of a diary of said girl and what was said, and just the fact that this lady was scary as hell.
She (the gym teacher) lives down the street from me, actually.

In years 4, 5, and 6(!) I also had a scary teacher lady that also adored me for no real reason. By year six, I got tired of it (and the school as a whole) and transferred to the 'strict' school in the city. I got the lesbian teacher. It was quite an interesting year for me. That year is a whole different story.

And, finally, in year one... This lady was the scariest. She wrote in cursive and always gave me A+'s for no reason. She smelled of sharpie and always followed me home. Oh yeah, that was my mum. That was the weirdest teacher ever. Thanks mum, you ruined my chance at ever having a social life very early on...
(to the lighthouse, Fri 11 Nov 2005, 2:25, Reply)