What do you remember best about a particular teacher?

I cannot even imagine. But, for me, there are REASONS why I dislike these people.. I just don't like them just not to like them. I didn't like Mrs. Barksdale because she was mean. I've been into computers since I was a kid.. so learning to type was nothing for me. While everyone was sitting and doing work, I was done already.. and practicing keystrokes or something. Nothing that wasn't constructive.. like playing games or anything. I just wasn't doing what everyone else was doing. And one day she decided to "snap" on me in the class saying that what I was typing was garbage. She wrote me a referral to the office!! I hated her ever since and eventually switched from her class to Mrs. Napier and Mrs. DeAndrea's classes. I couldn't stand Mrs. Bass, the assistant principal because she took her position way too seriously. Not only was she evil towards students, but to teachers as well. She was like that evil lady that was the principal on the movie "Matilda".. she was horrible. Also, she pinned a fake bun to the back of her head everyday because she was baldheaded and she had a moustache!! She was disgusting.. I didn't like Mr. Martin (my assistant Principal in HS) because he was kind of the same way. He took his position way too seriously.. bullying his way through school and having to have his input in everything. Especially because he had two brothers that worked at the school, one being the main principal and other being a teacher/basketball coach at the school. Oh! Was he bullheaded... until he got sick. We all thought and heard rumors that he had had the AIDS... and some students put sugar in his gas tank one year so that his car wouldn't crank because everyone hated him. If you got into trouble and was sent to his office... FOR ANYTHING... you knew you were getting suspended from school and would be home for a few days.. And.. Ms. Berry... o why.. the craziest example of them all. This lady was mentally challenged. I don't understand how she attained a teaching license for the state of Virginia. She taught my 7th grade Biology class. She was a manic depressive that always was sad and telling us how much she missed her boyfriend, whom we found out to be a man that she was never with.. just was obsessed over. She was one of the teachers that allowed the start of the "sniffing koolaid" epidemic that hit the public schools in our area. These fools would sit and sniff cherry-flavored koolaid and she'd just watch.. not say anything. Also... the day I REALLY found out she was crazy... she said she was hungry and had missed breakfast. She left us in the class unattended without telling anyone where she was going and came back with two hotplates I guess she had stashed in her car or maybe she stole from the teacher's lounge?? Who knows?? And she had raw chicken.. I will never forget... she floured the chicken and put it on the hotplates and FRIED CHICKEN IN THE CLASS!!! I had never witnessed anything so reckless in my life. I don't know where she is now. We prank called her house for a few months and I never seen or heard from her again. I'm glad because I don't fool with crazies lol.

I thought my comment would be too big so I started another one lol.. Anywho.. I don't like Mrs. Alexander because she was the first teacher to literally boss us around and make us do things that we didn't want to do... unnecessarily. For example.. when switching classes.. we would all line up outside of our next class whatever it may be and then file in after all of the previous students file out. Well, this particular day.. I forgot my bookbag at home.. so I was carrying my books freely in my arms but they were heavy.. so I stuck my inkpen in my mouth to carry them because common sense says that they will roll off the books if I were to put them on top. So I reach the entrance to my Advanced English class and my teacher stops me at the door. She says to me, "You need to remove that pen from your mouth." And I was like, "Why?" And she simply and awkwardly stated "Because I said so." like I was her child or someone she could tell what to do or control. If she would've asked me nicely then maybe but by this point I am heated because not only is she blocking the door.. but the books are getting heavier by the second. I simply spit my pen on the top of my books and told her "No, you cannot tell me what to do. YOU AIN'T MY MAMA!" And I know that really got her mad because she's an English teacher and I was one of her best students so she knows that my grammar is virtually flawless. Sooo.. she just looks on and says nothing. She waits until everyone files into the classroom, sits down, settles down and quiets down. After that, she called me out.. she says, "LaLa, what did you say to me outside the class before you walked in??" And I reiterated without fear clearly across the classroom so that I wouldn't have to get up or anything from my designated desk lol. "I said... when you told me to take the pen out of my mouth that you won't my mama.." Then, some stupid girl nearby tried to instigate it by laughing and saying "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" I guess that pissed Mrs. Alexander off even further. She grabbed a referral and made it out saying that I disrespected her outside of the classroom and furtherly went to embarrass and demean her in front of the class. I was upset. I got up and she gave it to me and I held up until I hit the hallway.. then tears filled my eyes because I felt like I had did nothing wrong... Back then we still had payphones in our schools, so on the way to the office to take my referral and see the principal.. I called to my grandma's house and told her what had happened and that I didn't want to stay in school the whole day and to come pick me up. She said ok after lecturing me about what I said.. and then I proceeded to the office where I got in trouble with an action plan and a day of ISS (In School Suspension) and afterwards was told to return to class. I didn't really want to go back so I dilly dallyed around in the hall for a long time... went into the bathroom.. went to my locker.. things like that. Then.. I went back to class like 10 minutes later.. she let me back in class while everybody was looking at me all crazy and I sat down like nothing had happened. She continued teaching about whatever she was saying and a few minutes later, the class phone rang from the office. She answered it and it was the secretary in the office saying that someone had come to check me out. I sensed that she was mad again but I didn't care.. I was happy to be going home. Before I could even get my stuff together and leave the class, she asked me who was coming to pick me up.. and I was like somebody in my family. I really didn't want to say anything to her stupid self.. but I tried to be respectful none the least. She, then, asked me how did they know to come pick me up..?? And I told her that I had called them.. She asked me how did I call them and from where?? And I said, "From the payphone in the hall".. that's where she got me. I should have just walked out and ignored her and chanced getting written up again. She asked, "Who wrote you a hall pass to the payphone?? Did I write you one??" I said.. "No one and nobody and no, not you. I was already in the hall.."... Don't y'all know.. she wrote me up again!!! For not having a hall pass LOL She was a real character.

For me that was 8th grade. I despised the teachers, the classes, the school, the other students.... what horrid memories (shudders).

i also remember a math teacher in the elementary grades who made an impact because he had such a unique way of teaching math.

There's nothing wrong with a little elaboration. I know what the discussion is about... which is why I responded the way I did in my INITIAL response.

some teachers are truly different from the others..

how ironic that those teachers who are known as 'terror' made sense than the others.

first grade? wow. she must be one of a kind for you to remember her.

that is nice to hear. there are truly exceptional teachers.

you must be very proud of them.. especially about your aunt.

such a wonderful and creative teacher. and here i am wishing i had a teacher like that ha ha

actually, hardworkinggurl, it is not the name but the deed that was done. the kindness bestowed on you is what mattered. your teacher deserves such a tribute.

well, it is a good thing that what she did challenged you. at least, you took it as a challenge and did not take it against her so hard and be a bad egg. i am glad for you!

we always remember those teaches who acknowledge our talents and capabilities, not only academically.