Your most memorable teacher/professor moment. (1 Viewer)

[Ralph Summa]

Even with high school and four years of college I never had a more meaningful event than I did in 6th grade. Yeah really, 6th grade. When you are in elementary school, no one, not even your mother and father, are bigger than your principal, and no one instilled more fear in you than your principal.

I got called into my principal's office two days before I left elementary school, and I was scared to death! He proceeded to tell me that I was the type of person who made the school proud and that he would always be proud to say that I was a student in his school. It was pretty powerful stuff to a 12 year-old and it is something I still remember 20 years later.

 

[Rain]

You know what, I'd like to share my worst teacher experience as well, if only for the miniscule possibility that he's reading this.
Grade 2. Mr. McCabe. What an enormous ass.
He positioned himself as Mr. Nice Guy, such that all the parents loved him and thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. In actual fact, this guy had no business being around kids.
When I was in Grade 2, I was catatonically shy. One day he called me to the head of the class and ridiculed me for several minutes in front of the whole class. The result was that for the rest of my elementary school years, I was tormented. It was horrible.
I've also witnessed him using physical force on elementary school aged girls.
Of course, nobody ever believed us when we complained.
I wish I knew where he was now, so I could tell him to fuck off and, if he is still teaching, expose him for the bastard he is.

 

[Brett Hancock]

The first moment was when I was sitting in Math class last year bored out of my mind. The teacher, Mr. Norman, who is an incredible jack ass was trying to yell at somebody. I quickly built a tiny paper football and with a flick of my finger it went flying from the back of the class and hit him square in the forehead. It was great.

The 2nd is a good one. My History teacher last year, Mr. Harrington, was possibly the best teacher I have ever had. He let us watch such movies as Quest For The Holy Grail and Atomic Cafe. He liked the same bands that I do such as Minor Threat, Black Flag, The Circle Jerks, Fugazi, and Suicidal Tendencies. Just being able to talk to him about music and film was such a joy. The only quote that I can think of was a funny conversation that we had.

"Yeah I can't stand that guy"-Mr. Harrington

"Yeah just like that Harrington guy I can't stand him"-Brett

"Yeah what a jerk. I wish he didn't teach her"-Mr. Harrington

 

[Kevin T]

my middle-eastern statistics professor:

if i am flipping coin...what is the probability of getting head.

kevin t

 

[Tim Hoover]

Freshman CAD at Univ. of Illinois: During the final, we were given two views of an object and asked to draw the orthographic view. Well, I looked at this sucker for at least half an hour, utterly confused. I called the prof over and said, "I can't draw the orthographic because there is a line missing from the front view on the test." He looked at me like I grew a second head. "Mr. Hoover, we've been using this test for fifteen years and there is no line missing." Well, having more balls than brains, I bet him $5 he couldn't draw the orthographic with the existing info. I told him I would come to his office the next afternoon.
Next day, I went to his office. He gave me a really hard look and then... pulled out his wallet and handed me a fiver. He said "Yes, there's a line missing. It's this one right here," and drew a dotted line on the front view. I replied that it could also be done with a different line and drew that one for him. I got ten extra points on the final for that stunt
Most entertaining was that same semester, in my calc class. The prof had a severe problem with hygiene. This guy would stand at the front of the auditorium and pick his nose in full view of the class. He was also fond of blowing snot rockets in the middle of lectures. Plus, his body odor was so terrible that nobody could stand to go up to him and ask a question. Just sitting in the front three rows was bad enough.

 

[Pamela]

My 11th grade German teacher had a complete mental meltdown in class one day. His wife had just left him, unbeknownst to us. A student started teasing him about something and he just lost it. Ranted and raved for the entire period. I was scared $hitless, as were my classmates. The next day he went on leave.

 

[Jesse Skeen]

The school I went to had stereo TV/monitors (these were still a relatively new thing back then) but all of them had mono VCRs hooked up through the RF inputs. I had a remote control that was compatible with most of these TVs, so a few times I hid the remote up my sleeve and casually turned the TVs off when the teachers were trying to show us a tape! I did this to a substitute one time, and the "A/V Specialist" guy came in and tried to figure out what was wrong. I guess later he figured out someone had snuck in a remote control, and when the real teacher got back he yelled at the whole class and said if it happened again and no one came forward, he'd assign a big research project to everyone and no one would graduate if they didn't do it- this was about 2 weeks before graduation. He even took me outside and asked if I was the one who did it, but I said no with the straightest face in the world. After graduation, I've always hoped to run into him, pull a remote out of my pocket and say "Oh, by the way, I DID have a remote!"

 

[Joseph Howard]

I've got one from the other side of things..

I was teaching my astronomy class about quantized

energy levels (electron configurations) within atoms.

I was talking about "excitation" and "de-excitation"

and how the electron jumps up or down between energy

levels and as they do they either "emit" or "absorb"

energy as they do. As part of the discussion I pretend

to be an electron and I jump up and down from the

desk top in the lecture room....

...so what is so funny??.....

On this particular day while playing "electron" and

"exciting myself" to "absorb some energy (light)" I

say...(rather boldly)...

"How much energy does it take to KNOCK ME UP?"

And a female student responded, "depends on how cute the

atom is...."

The class roared with laughter.

But you know what? The class aced that portion of the class.

In fact, I often repeat the joke now because, hey! it works.

Dr. Joe

 

[Michael Warner]

I had a very rough time in junior high and had gone from being a decent enough student to being a C and D student. As a sophomore in high school I was forced to take Geometry against my will and was looking forward to eeking by with a D. The teacher in that class was the first to recognize that I wasn't a bad student or person but just one of those kids who needed to be told that he wasn't a waste of space on the planet. From the encouragement I got in that one class I went on to ace the rest of my courses, got the highest SAT score in my school, and breezed through college and grad school with honors. If I hadn't happened to take that one class my life would likely have turned out quite different.