Every single teacher at my high school was 'THAT Teacher'. In Year Seven, there was Gary Taylor, who taught me History and was also head of PE (physical education). He used to give everyone nicknames, like I was 'Man Mountain' (I was fairly small then, being only 11, and though I'm tall now I've always been skinny). Another History teacher later on, Mr Rushworth, would teach by basically drawing a massive diagram on the board (like battle tactics, or flowcharts and family trees describing the power structure of medieval England, etc.) and then having us copy it down into our books while listening to him giving a lecture for the rest of the lesson. And amazingly, I loved it, and I learned more about history then with that teaching technique than I have in any other lesson.
We also had Mr Worth, or 'The Goat', who was one of about four Maths teachers. I swear, I was the only person in his lessons who paid attention, he had absolutely no idea how to control a class (and this was a grammar school, where the kids want to learn...). Still, it seems to have paid off, I'm doing Maths at university now. And there was Dr Shephard, who taught Geography, who got so irate every time anyone called him 'mister'. He was so proud of that Phd... Paul Elsden, another Maths guy, he'd let us go early from his lesson every Friday before lunchtime because he loved fish so much, and it was always on the Friday menu. My friends have never let me forget a time when I apparently (though I don't really recall it well) threatened another PE teacher with a hockey stick in Year Seven, and this guy was pretty tough as I recall. Johnny Rockett, who ironically enough taught Physics. He was pretty cool and slightly mental. Another Physics guy, Steve Thorpe (aka Thorpedo), he was slightly odd (coming up with silly sayings every lesson, he even had is own Uncyclopaedia page) [http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Steven_Thorpe], and the evil half of our A-Level physics class used to torment him every lesson, to the point he almost had a nervous breakdown in the middle of one lesson...
Seriously, I could go on all day. There are entire Facebook groups about individual teachers from my old school that the Old Boys and Girls (former students) still post on from when they were there, years ago...
