A professor called me out for plagiarism in front of the whole class, but it wasn't even me. It was another kid who DIDN'T EVEN SHOW UP TO THE CLASS THAT DAY. He thought it was me for sure. Son of bitch didn't even want to ****ing apologize.

I had an English teacher that was the biggest bitch ever. My first bad encounter with her was before I actually had her as a teacher, and this kid that I was kind of friends with had jokingly put his arm around my neck and she yelled at me for "provoking roughhousing."

Then, I remember having her as a teacher and she went off on me because she gave us a worksheet and every question was multiple parts, and I had started numbering my answers. She literally was like, "This is not writing, and you are not a writer." (Bear in mind, I was selected by one of the other English teachers to be the editor of the newspaper the year before, so I was like, "Bitch, don't even try it." )

Two years later, I had her again and I remember her telling my entire class that we were all going to fail in college (the funny thing is I'm in an advanced writing class right now and am doing very well–and I don't have to analyze Shakespeare either). She'd constantly read stuff we wrote and make fun of it and stuff like that. I remember one time she read my response in front of the class and held up the paper while she read off of it. I have very large, distinct handwriting, so everyone knew it was mine, and I was so embarrassed.

She also contradicted herself all the time. She taught my class that we should never include more than one example in every body paragraph of an essay, and then when we did it, she yelled at us for it and was like, "Any paragraph that doesn't have multiple examples is not a paragraph at all!"

Happiest day of my life was when I tested out of her final exam. That bitch was CRAZY.

In high school, I had a teacher who never attended and he showed up until the last day to tell us that we could've a B or do the course in vacation to learn about the class
He gave us the next semester course, but this time it was in a lab with two exits. I still remember how he ran on the other exit when he saw us coming in
Needless to say, he never appeared after that

The gym teachers are always the crazy ones.

Freshman Year: My gym teacher was the former football star in our high school decades before and he was notorious for taking steriods so the effects showed when he aged. He was also such a ****ing creep. He purposely do units that would make girls be in "compromising" positions. Our class was small; 8 girls and 2 guys. We had this seperate room in the school where we did our Zumba unit and he always turned off the lights while we did the Zumba moves. He'd be in the corner of the room staring at our asses and beating his dick while we were doing the workouts. Then, when one of us girl would slightly catch his eye, he'd try to act like normal. He "retired" after that year.

Junior Year: **** this gym class a wild ride. We had FOUR gym teachers that we rotated through all in one year. The first one had a sus history and he came in high one time. After that incident, I was hearing all these others weird cases where he'd come to classes seeming "off" or drunk. He was fired. Then next teacher was fine. The third teacher WOO. She was married to one of the math teachers in our school and they had a kid together. Then news broke out that she was having a lesbian affair with the president of the Board of Education. She was a ****** teacher too. The biggest scandal in our school's history. Our last one was the sweetest thing but she quit because the school was paying her like a substitue even though she was working full.

In grammar school, the teachers would hit us a lot and I got whacked with a ruler for misbehaving a lot but this was the 70s so it was allowed. I also remember having this woman who would force kisses on us and I was crying and telling her to stop and she wouldn't stop kissing my forehead and laughing