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01/12/09(Mon)02:10:09 No. 2739945 My eleventh grade math teacher was awesome. First
day, he goes, "I am the god of math." No introductions, no expectation
bullshit, just that. After a moment of 'wat' silence, he goes, "I'll
prove it to you." He takes a bottle of water from beside his desk,
pours it on the ground, and walks on top of it. "Hah, I'm walking on
water, see? I am God." Religiousfags got pissed, but I enjoyed it. He'd
throw in random shit, which ended up helping us learn the lesson. He
would say 'radical' like a radio DJ or something, all loud and
screechy. He would then ask someone to say 'radical' in that way, and
until they did, he would not continue the lesson. Another
favourite thing of his to do was, when explaining how NOT to do
something, was to do, "Cities will burn, governments will shatter, AND
PEOPLE WILL DIE!" The last bit would be in a deafening shout. The guy
had a pretty deep voice, and you could hear it from outside the class.
He'd then ask, "What will happen?" and in a bored monotone, the class
would go, "People will die." There was this fuckwit who got
moved up to the front row for talking too much. The teacher loved to
pick on him, random shit, just toss in an insult in the middle of a
lecture. At one point, the fuckwit was challenging him, and the teacher
goes, "I can kick you in the head, you know." The fuckwit stupidly
goes, "Prove it." So, the teacher gets up from his desk, walks over to
fuckwit's desk, and asks him to stand up. After a minute of protest, he
stands up. The teacher kicked about a centimetre from his face, because
he stepped back. He grins at the fuckwit and says, "Told you so." Sits
down and resumes the lesson. I don't remember why, but I
remember on the first day of class for me (I transferred in late) he
got up on his desk, then proceeded to stroll along the tops of students
desks. I really don't remember why. (He had two desks, right in front
of three rows of 2 student desks.)