One was my computer teacher. She was probably over 60, but dressed like 20, had no knowledge about computers and lived by the "I'm right, you're wrong" motto.
Another was my Swedish teacher. For some reason she couldn't stand me. Sure, I wasn't the most obedient kid back then, but she blamed me for things I didn't do, never gave me higher grades than "passed" and forced me to change my handwriting for her sake.
My last math teacher failed me on everything I did. We never got any tests back, so I couldn't double check it(and I wish I demanded it now) - but since I knew math wasn't my best subject I took her word for it. By the end of the year I had failed every moment of math and had to re-do every test. She told me to get in touch with her so she could set something up. Enter the avoidance of a teacher!
First I mailed her, but got no reply. Every time she saw me in the corridors she immedietly turned and walked away quickly(I'm not kidding). One day she was walking down the stairs with me standing below. She was too close to be able to flee, so she brought forth a "damn"-look on her face and approached me saying that she had gotten my mail and wondered if I still wanted to do the tests. It was then over two weeks since I sent the email in the first place.
On the test day she placed me all alone in a class room and said she had to do something, and wanted me to leave the test in her locker. She then went away. Clearly giving me the option to cheat my way through this. Unfortunetly I didn't bring my math book, so I couldn't. "I'm sorry, but you failed."
Then we got one of my Spanish teachers. This one wasn't bad like the others. The problem with her was that she was a pushover and didn't project any authority like a teacher should. I didn't care about Spanish anymore since we lost our first teacher(we had three different ones over three years >.<). She was the only one that really taught us the language. Anyways; when the final days in school came she approached me and said I was gonna fail the class I got upset and punched the desk I was sitting at. The next day she approaches me again and stutters that she looked at my reports again and decided that I was good enough to pass the grade.
I totally wasn't. <.<
Oh yeah, I totally forgot about the school I went in for a half year before taking a sabbatical!
On our Swedish classes there we had two teachers who either talked to each other and took notes on the whiteboard or played/sang opera to us. That's all they did! One of them was a bit pedophilistic aswell. She rang a friend during the nights while drunk and wanted him to come over or something(it wasn't cool, she was at least 60 but looked like an 80 year old troll).
Our religion teacher there had a tendency to just walk out of the classrooms during presentations.
The drama teacher was a looney. He also raised my grades a few months after I had quit the school.
The only thing good about that school was the math teacher. For the first time ever I actually learned stuff in math - and thought it was fun. It totally went away when I begun in the new school.
Oh dear, this almost became an essay. Apologies, but my memories of bad teachers just keeps coming back to me.
Another was my Swedish teacher. For some reason she couldn't stand me. Sure, I wasn't the most obedient kid back then, but she blamed me for things I didn't do, never gave me higher grades than "passed" and forced me to change my handwriting for her sake.
My last math teacher failed me on everything I did. We never got any tests back, so I couldn't double check it(and I wish I demanded it now) - but since I knew math wasn't my best subject I took her word for it. By the end of the year I had failed every moment of math and had to re-do every test. She told me to get in touch with her so she could set something up. Enter the avoidance of a teacher!
First I mailed her, but got no reply. Every time she saw me in the corridors she immedietly turned and walked away quickly(I'm not kidding). One day she was walking down the stairs with me standing below. She was too close to be able to flee, so she brought forth a "damn"-look on her face and approached me saying that she had gotten my mail and wondered if I still wanted to do the tests. It was then over two weeks since I sent the email in the first place.
On the test day she placed me all alone in a class room and said she had to do something, and wanted me to leave the test in her locker. She then went away. Clearly giving me the option to cheat my way through this. Unfortunetly I didn't bring my math book, so I couldn't. "I'm sorry, but you failed."
Then we got one of my Spanish teachers. This one wasn't bad like the others. The problem with her was that she was a pushover and didn't project any authority like a teacher should. I didn't care about Spanish anymore since we lost our first teacher(we had three different ones over three years >.<). She was the only one that really taught us the language. Anyways; when the final days in school came she approached me and said I was gonna fail the class I got upset and punched the desk I was sitting at. The next day she approaches me again and stutters that she looked at my reports again and decided that I was good enough to pass the grade.
I totally wasn't. <.<
Oh yeah, I totally forgot about the school I went in for a half year before taking a sabbatical!
On our Swedish classes there we had two teachers who either talked to each other and took notes on the whiteboard or played/sang opera to us. That's all they did! One of them was a bit pedophilistic aswell. She rang a friend during the nights while drunk and wanted him to come over or something(it wasn't cool, she was at least 60 but looked like an 80 year old troll).
Our religion teacher there had a tendency to just walk out of the classrooms during presentations.
The drama teacher was a looney. He also raised my grades a few months after I had quit the school.
The only thing good about that school was the math teacher. For the first time ever I actually learned stuff in math - and thought it was fun. It totally went away when I begun in the new school.
Oh dear, this almost became an essay. Apologies, but my memories of bad teachers just keeps coming back to me.