Originally posted by: Staley8
Maybe you guys don't have your facts straight, so I'll lay the out for you:
Facts:
1. Teacher are mammals.
2. Teachers fight with kids ALL the time.
3. The purpose of a teacher is to flip out and kill people (verbally or otherwise).
OK, ok, just calm down. Everything's cool. Why do I get the feeling that I wouldn't be safe if I kept questioning you?
Anyway, I thought of another good story to tell:
We had a statistics teacher that was old as dirt. I don't know how old he was, but he looked like the kind of guy that would be 60 but had worn himself out enough to be more physically and mentally the equivalent of a 90-year-old. He donated the land to our college that they used to build the new library on, so no matter how worthless he was, the school kept him around. He walked with a bit of a hump in his back, frequently wore a sombrero-like hat on sunny days and would tell everyone he passed how wonderful a day it was. He was as bad as the counselor from South Park with his CONSTANT "Mmmkay? Mmmkay? Mmmkay!" and "Right? Right?". He not only said those things, but he could stand in for those guys any day on the voice and you'd never know the difference. He talks EXACTLY like that. Same pitch and everything. And VERY slow. It was maddening. He would ask us a question about the material and say, "This is what? What? What? What? 6, right? Right? Right? Mmmkay." Nobody EVER answered because, again, he was asking us answers to questions the he hadn't taught us how to solve yet! He drank vodka every day in class, except for the few occasions in which he had coffee, in which case we're pretty sure he spiked it.
I had him for a night class, once a week, both times I was in his class. I dropped him in Stat I because I couldn't even do the homework because he didn't teach anything in class. My strong suit has always been math, and I aced Stat I when I didn't have him. Then when it came time to take Stat II, I figured that I had it down enough that I could teach myself the stuff, and he had a GREAT time slot, so I took his Stat II class. I lasted two weeks. Then I aced it when I took it with another instructor.
So, as for stories about him, there are many. He frequently would start teaching the previous week's stuff all over again or jump ahead a week. It was not easy convincing him to move to teh right week, but when he did, he'd get that old person smile on his face that said, "Oh! You're right, that's so silly of me, hee hee hee."
Ok, ok, something better. He'd start talking about something, and then in mid-sentence would just zone out. He'd stare at the board and not say a word. In the 5 weeks (3 weeks in Stat I, 2 weeks in Stat II) I had him for class, I actually saw him do this TWICE!
IN FIVE WEEKS!! When he came back to, he'd kind of shake a bit and look back through his notes to find where he was. Obviously, he rarely got back to the right place in the lecture.
On more than one occasion (though I never witnessed this, my roommate was in a class this happened in), he would start talking exceptionally slow and then pass out at his desk. When it happened to my roommate, everyone in class went totally silent. They looked around at each other for awhile, but due to his already weird behavior didn't know what to do. He was obviously still breathing, so they knew he was alright, but they waited for a few minutes not sure what to do. Finally, they started leaving class. He said he was one of the last to leave because he wanted to see if he'd wake up or not. Nope. Nothing. Could you imagine waking up in a dark room a while later and your whole class is gone? He said that he didn't mention it at their next class, he just went on to the next day's lecture.
Then there was his minor flip out. This guy was like a burnout (I said "like" because I don't know anything for sure), so he really didn't seem energetic enough to blurt anything out. It was a few days after the school year, and my roommate (same guy from before) walks by him on campus. He had never spoken to him outside of class whatsoever. "Hey, how's it going?" he says to my rommate. "Did you hear I quit? Yup, just quit. F*ck 'em!"