Comments on: Ungaming and Comment Chaining Part 3B

By: Bea

Bea — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 11:27:47 +0000

That is priceless. Wow. Three hours. And the English language so conducive to phonetic pronunciation, too.

Bea

By: Hevel

Hevel — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 19:10:51 +0000

My worst ever teacher was… my adoptive mother. She home schooled my siblings and I for a year, and by month two I was begging to be going back to public school. Overbearing, over protecting, ubchallenging and plain boring.

By: Brandy

Brandy — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 17:09:34 +0000

I’ve been pretty lucky in the teacher department. One of the worst was during college. I was taking business calculus and our teacher was a “pure mathematician” in her words, so she couldn’t teach us the business part of the calculus.

One time I had a question a week before the final and she couldn’t answer. Her reply was, “let’s hope it’s not on the exam”.

By: Beth

Beth — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:05:12 +0000

Aaand – I’m an idiot.

Worst teacher: my German teacher who would stop in the middle of a babbling lecture, tell us the word for “lick”, then continue on.

By: Beth

Beth — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:04:02 +0000

I had some great teachers, one of whom actually built two story playhouses in his classroom.

My 5th grade teacher was the hardest teacher I ever had, but she taught me how to write and for that I’ll always be grateful. Gotta give props to a woman who teaches O. Henry to 5th graders.

My comment isn’t really about teachers, though… I wanted to chime in on how much I hated The Ungame as a kid. Gaah! Thanks for letting me vent.

By: Jamie

Jamie — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 03:36:53 +0000

The story about your Scandinavian teacher reminds me of my high school Algebra teacher. In Pre-Algebra, I got an A. In Algebra I, I got an A. In Algebra II, my teacher was from Argentina and she LOVED math. She would get so excited, she would scrawl furiously on the chalkboard while chattering away in a thick, thick Argentinean accent. I must have missed some vital mathematical concept in that class because I got a D and never did well in math again. She was a nice lady, but terrible teacher. In English, anyway.

In nursing school, my psych-nursing teacher reminded me a lot of Bette Davis from “What Ever Happened to Baby Jane.” I wondered if she was crazy because she was a psych nurse or if psych nursing MADE her crazy.

By: Wishing4One

Wishing4One — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 21:40:27 +0000

Um i have more than one…. real quick…

3rd grade teacher had a rattlesnake fetish I think. she wore their skins on her hats and boots- then one day she brought one in and made us cook and eat it, no i did not eat it- till this day I can still smell it.

9th grade biology teacher- a disaster. He had probably been teaching for 50+ years, was a lunatic and could not teach a thing. Students would constantly make fun of him, throw things at him and he just lost it for the entire period. everyday.

9th grade typing teacher. total alcoholic. would go into coat closet behind his desk, throw a few back and come out lit!

college english (forgot which english) sweet old lady, was schizophrenic I think. she was totally sweet and then some days would come in and start yelling and flip out and then cry, we learned nothing from her, thank God for our books.

By: Gina

Gina — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:26:27 +0000

The worst teacher I’ve ever had wasn’t actually a bad teacher, just a bad person. It was high school Biology and his room was filled with tanks of lizards, snakes, rodents, bugs… you name it, he had it. I’m terrified of snakes – a personality flaw I learned from my father. One morning in class, he decided that he wanted to make all the girls hold his 10 foot boa constrictor around their necks. I refused. He threatened to send me to the principals’ office (NO!) if I didn’t come to the front of the classroom and let him drape his snake across my shoulders. Shaking, crying, I did it. I hated him for embarrassing me like that. As the years went on, I learned that he regularly invited the cheerleaders over to his personal “studio” (in the basement of his home) where he would photograph them in their uniforms with his snake wrapped around them in compromising positions. Why did the girls let him do this? Maybe because he was the cheer coach. What a pervert. That was almost twenty years ago. I found him on Facebook and saw that he’s still teaching. Hopefully, his female students are smarter than we were.

By: Half of a Duo, Raising a Duo

Half of a Duo, Raising a Duo — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:18:49 +0000

The worst teacher I ever had (outside of a university setting).

My 2nd grade math teacher, who practically killed all of us who loved learning with negativity and nearly corporal punishment. Back in the 70s it was ok to grab kids and slam them against the wall and drag them to the principals office for the least little thing. Things that are so kid-like.

She was burnt out, and as I learned when I was an adult, a heavy drinker and smoker. She reeked of cigs and day after binge breath.

She killed my love of math and science in such a way that, I turned to my love of writing. Here I am. Thanks to her, in the most roundabout way.

By: Jo

Jo — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 14:23:46 +0000

I had my fair share of teachers I hated — most of which were actually pretty decent when it came to the teaching part. The only teacher I can recall learning absolutely nothing from was my high school algebra teacher, Mr. B. He was a huge flirt (though definitely nothing to look at), and gave good grades to any female students wearing low-cut or tight shirts on test day. He even nicknamed one of my classmates “Double D” — yes, those were here initials, but still. What a perve.