Wow, where to start....
Throughout my gradeschool years I never had a teacher I disliked until I hit the point where my K-8 school did this half-assed Jr. High thing, where 6th 7th and 8th graders share teachers. I hated the 8th grade teacher, she was a fuping ****.
7th Grade I wasn't big on eating meats... and I was failed in Home Ec because I refused to eat any of the product we cooked, so the teacher told me not to cook any, thus failing me for no class participation....
In my Freshman year I hated my Frosh English teacher, and failed his class because I hated him.
In my Soph year I hated my Global Lit teacher because the bitch was late for class DAILY. I also hated my Geometry teacher in that year.
Junior year.... my American History teacher was a racist **** and I couldn't stand him (He was black, racist @ whites, got into lots of fights with him)
Senior year... I liked all my teachers, more or less. My favorite teacher from all of K-12th grade was my English Lit teacher in my senior year... She was the most dedicated teacher I'd ever had in my life. When shit hit the fan for me and I was told I wouldn't be graduating w/o summer school, I didn't go to school for the last month and a half with the intention of getting my GED in the summer. When I went in to settle my account she FORCED me to take my final exam just so that I would at least earn a D in her class.
Oh, actually, all through K-12 the teacher I hated the most was my Adv. Programming teacher senior year. I'd skip her class constantly to sleep in, because the class was structured in lecture/practice - program assignment, and we'd have so many class periods to write the program. I was rarely given an assignment I didn't complete in one, and if I didn't I'd finish it over lunch in the library and save it on my network drive, then skip whatever days for her class that I didn't need to go to. Grades-wise I had an A, but she failed me anyways for lack of showing up, and would call my mom on days I wasn't there, when my parents knew I was home, and why I was. I always found it funny.
First semester of college I hated my Global Civilization teacher because he, too, was a black racist and his teaching style was TERRIBLE. I passed his class with a C, but our grades were all based off of 3 test scores and 4 homework assignments, for an entire semester.
Second semester of college I met the teacher I've hated the most to this day, my Food Preparation Practical I/II teacher, which was my first Culinary Lab. He's some 50+ year old washed up chef who couldn't handle the stress anymore, has an attitude, is terrible at teaching, and basically dicked us around a lot in the class. I loved how I was paying to take a class to wash dishes that were left over from a catered event the school did over the weekend. I'm pretty sure I do that on a daily basis for my job, which I get PAID to do.
I dropped his class, and subsequently the entire semester due to time constraints, and I haven't gone back to school yet.
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