I have two stories, the first is back when I was in Year 9, before G.C.S.Es. I was in Art class, now I was never very good at Art, I was better at words and computers than my hands, and my Art teacher picked on me multiple times. The first time was when she realized I wasn't very good at Art and she knew I wouldn't be taking it for G.C.S.E, when I put both my hands under the desk in order to pull up my bag and get supplies she would make a stupid masterbation joke, I had social issues, self-esteem issues, and confidence issues, so I just went bright red and couldn't respond. She would do that at the start of every lesson. It was very frustrating. She knew I liked a girl, because I would be trying to talk to her and everything and in the second lesson she paired me with her.... and THEN made the masterbation joke... I think she also paired me with her so the girl could see just how bad I was at Art, because this girl was pretty damn good at it, and was planning on taking it for her G.C.S.Es (I was paired with her for the whole year, not just one lesson). She also liked to make me do my horrible presentations first, she made me answer all the questions, I'm not sure if she thought me being bad at Art was me insulting her or something but, I never hated Art until after that year... needless to say after that year my confidence was blown and I never spoke to the girl again...
My second teacher is one for this year, I can sum this whole tale up in three words: He is old. Basically my class is the result of a lot of people taking a class they didn't think anyone would be interested in. So they didn't have enough teachers to go around, so we had two proffessional teachers, and one teacher who doesn't know what they are doing. This teacher was fine at the start of the year, when we was doing coursework, we could just do our own thing, but now he has to teach us. The past five lessons have been the same lesson, word for word, it's driving me insane, I could be doing something constructive during that hour and a half, like revision, or hitting myself in the face with a hammer, anything would be more constructive than listening to him repeat his life story as if it has any relevance and how funny it is that women can now vote and 'Mad Scientist' was a term he made up! And I still have 3 more lessons with him! Argh!