thought I'd tell you about some of the rest
Eva (we don't call our teachers by their last names here) think it was third to fourth grade. shouted so much at us that she lost her voice and had to go to a doctor for months to repair the damage.

Peter, nervous bloke and had just become a teacher. We had him at the same time as Eva. He couldn't handle us at all and had a nervous breakdown. Poor guy, he had to spend a year at a "special" hospital to keep him from trying to kill himself. He came back after he was let out and said hi to us, he stood in the doorway looking terrified. He wouldn't walk through the door. poor guy never went back to teaching.

Later I've had a biology teacher who was living with his mom when he was 57 years old. his voice was like he had never reached puberty. He had no sence of humour what so ever. He wore the same clothes for three years (as far as I know), every day, and stank of sweat at quite a distance.
One day, while waiting for class to start, our principal came and told us that our biology teacher was sick, and that we could fuck off* (*might not be the exact words he said)
anyway, the next time we had biology the little twat of a teacher started whining about us not coming to his lesson. Aparently he had decided to come to the classroom that day, but half an hour late. we told him about the principal telling us to fuck off, but then he started whining about us listening more to the principal than to him. Finally one of the girls in my class stood up and gave him a good shouting at, which ending in him crying and walking out of the room. After that the tension built up. He could go mental about anything and start shouting and sending people out for no real reason. We had biology as our last class, the last day before graduation. He had said that we could take it easy and watch films those last two hours. We couldn't believe our ears! Had he finally chilled out?
We all sat in dead silence as he showed us two very bleak, depressing films about people who where dying of cancer and anorexia.
when it was over he told us to put the chairs on the desks and then leave...
I could go into detail about this man going nuts over things like one of us using, in his opinion, too much glue while making posters, and then ranting on and on about it for half an hour, but you get the picture.
He is a remarkably miserable man, who should never have become a teacher.

Length?
he'd probably go mental over that too.
( The little pink animal is mostly harmless, except on, Tue 15 Nov 2005, 12:39, Reply)