Some of my junior high school teachers
My 8th grade American History teacher was probably the only decent history teacher I've had up till then or since. He was, of course, somewhat eccentric. Every day, he wore a plaid shirt and upsettingly tight jeans with hiking boots. He would always run his hands through his hair as he talked and had about a millimeter of fingernail on each finger. The way he graded homework was to take it up the day it was due, but not before he went over every single answer in great detail and slowly enough that you could write it down. After grading exams, he would either call you to his desk to see your score or simply belt out in a Southern drawl the immortal phrase, "Many are called, few are chosen." This meant you had gotten a 100%. This phrase was heard frequently in his classroom. There was, of course, the minor detail that he would fly into a rage if one should miss part or all of his class due to some other school-related activity. He and the choir director both carried a thinly-veiled hatred for each other. It was also widely known that he was boinking one of the 7th-grade Science teachers. And three years later, he was arrested for possession of marijuana. He was awesome. I dressed up as him for Halloween that year.

Now, my Science teacher was one of the most frightening human beings I have ever encountered. He had a tremendous superiority complex and was rather fond of picking on the shy students. Being a sensitive child, I prayed each day that he would ignore me. Now, he had some sort of vision issue such that he would not appear to be looking at the person he was actually focusing on. So, I can remember many a moment of pant-wetting terror when those aquamarine eyes would swivel round to focus on me and the ensuing relief when he would bark out some other poor sod's name. About a year ago, I felt a fleeting twinge of fear when I went to a service at a different church than mine and saw that he was in the choir.

Also, my boyfriend's Marketing professor boasted to his class that her water had broken while she was administering an exam, and she had toughed it out until the end of the exam. Of course, she's got a Ph.D., so this qualifies her as being eccentric and not certifiably nuts.

Length, girth, blah blah blah...get over it.
(skinchanger97, Mon 14 Nov 2005, 4:08, Reply)