My 8th grade teacher, Sister Fucking Demon From Hell, casually mentioned in front of my whole class that she felt that my mother was a mentally troubled alcoholic.
My French teacher (female in an all-male school) would go around and rub our shoulders briefly while we were working on in-class assignments. I never really thought of it too much then, but looking back at it, that was a bit odd.
I had a teacher that did that in when I was in high school…in 1996. Seeing students walk out of that class, it was clear who was dozing off. If he thought a good chunk of the class wasn’t paying attention he’d slam a big book on the desk and watch us all jolt back to attention.
Same school, different teacher. Fall asleep in his class and he won’t wake you up. He’ll just make sure everyone leaves very quietly and he’ll bring the next class in just as quietly. It’ll be a good 20 minutes before you wake up and have no idea what’s going on. He did that a lot. The nice thing about that trick was that you have no one to blame but yourself.
As for truly inappropriate things, my brother had a high school teacher that said such horrible things to the students (you’re stupid, you’re waste of skin etc) that he started writing them down. It was so bad that when they fired her his notebook ended getting used as evidence against her when she filed a suit against the district claiming that she was fired for being a female.
My 9th grade Civics teacher was a hoot. We watched Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” and the doomsday movie “The Day After” in class. He had posters all over about not trusting the establishment, would don a siren on his head (suction cup) to get out attention. Didn’t learn too much about Civics.
The following year I was in a different school district. Discovered my AP English teacher was a pal of the Civics teacher. I thought “Great! Easy grade!” Nope. After I mentioned I had the other guy as my teacher, I became fodder for the class. He and I would argue loudly in class on a weekly basis, much of it based on how I had moved from the inner city to the 'burbs and my supposed lack of intelligence going to school in the city. Learned a lot from him, though.
I had a teacher that use to bring her baby to class and play with instead of teaching. Eventually she was fired and we had a hellish spring semester making up for all the things she had neglected to teach.
We had a gym temper with a temper. In grade 5, he picked a kid up and threw him into a mat that was hanging on the wall.
Just this year, my daughter in Yr 8 was studying a unit on body image. The male teacher told the girls to stop worrying about their weight because [like most guys] he and his friends preferred girls with some curves on them. I’m sure he didn’t mean that to be as inappropriate as it sounded, though even the way he meant it was not great.
Let’s see, there was the gym teacher who called me retarded for using the wrong golf club. WTF, bitch? I had never played golf before in my life, and I happened to choose the wrong one from the bag. Jesus Christ.
THEN there was the gym teacher that was a total perv. He wore WHITE swimming trunks, and on a few occassions entered the girls’ locker room. There was one time he stuck his head in the SHOWER room, that was right outside the pool, to tell us to turn off the water. Granted, we were wearing our bathing suits, since were mainly just washing our hair. However, he didn’t know that, and even if he did, it was STILL inappropriate.
In 4th grade, Mr. Jenkins, who generally responded to “That’s not fair” with “Life’s not fair,” would often physically punish students by using his version of a Vulcan grip to the shoulder. Very painful.
In 10th grade, our English teacher would always skip over (and force students to skip over) foul language when reading passages out loud. But she never skipped “nigger” written in literature. I knew it was wrong then, but I didn’t truly understand the hypocrisy until I was a little older.
Band class.
When someone messed up enough to piss off the band teacher, he would fire his baton at the poor sap who made a mistake. Boy, girl, he didn’t care. He would whip that baton as hard as he could with no regard for potential injury. It was clearly done out of anger.
Then he’d make the person go get it and bring it back to him.
What an ass.
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College: I had a literature teacher that could only be described as an “old codger” of about 70 years old. He gave us our assignments at the beginning of class, checked our progress on our term papers, and would spend the rest of the lectures spinning yarns. He’d been married 3 times and had stories about his ex-wives (EW1, EW2, and Satan) his kids and step-kids, and his dogs and cats. He’d tell stories about cheating on EW1 with EW2, which assets had gone to which party in the various divorces, how much child support he’d paid out over the years, how much alimony he paid every month to Satan… it went on and on. He loved to tell us about his favorite recipes, all of which seemed to involve beer or deep fryers.
It was entertaining, but so inappropriate! His class was known far and wide as the Easy A. I signed up for it completely by accident, but enjoyed listening to him yammer on. Don’t think I learned too much, though!
A substitute teacher called all the black kids in class “sambos” and “pickaninnies.” He was black.
My eleventh grade teacher played favorites. She threw an end-of-the-year party at her house and only invited her 11th grade AP English students. She also brought breakfast for us one day (and lunch for the other AP English class), while withholding such generosity from her other classes. I don’t know why she liked us so much and/or hated the others. But I think it was inappropriate for her to be so open about it.
If the student in question was also overweight, then it might have been a brutal (yet still wildly inappropriate) dig. 
But I’m guessing the kid wasn’t, and the teacher was just an extra dumb flavor of racist. 
In eighth grade I had a Social Studies instructor who had served in WWII and was present at one of the prisoner camps* after the Nazi regime fell. On the first day of class he said “I know you guys are young and don’t know better and might think it’s cool to doodle swastikas in your notebook or on your papers. I’m telling you today that it is not cool or meaningless and if I ever see any class material you’ve done that with I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
At the time it just felt like a very effective way to get our attention (and no one drew any swastikas in that class, I guarantee) but I imagine that’d get you fired today.
*My understanding is that the bona fide “concentration camps” as most people think of them fell in Soviet won territory but it was some form of Jewish prisoner camp anyway.
I had a teacher in 10th grade who thought the best way to teach differential calculus was by employing corporeal punishment. He would regularly slap the slower ones and unleash his fisted knuckles on the top of their heads, making a loud crack that would resonate through the room. :eek: I often wondered how their heads could take so many blows without cracking open. Apparently they were *really *dense.
But he was too good at calculus, and out of deference for his knowledge, in the true Asian manner, we never complained. 
In 5th Grade, the class was outside for gym playing softball. The batter was this frail girl who swung terribly and the pitcher said something like, “You suck, Tracy.” The teacher started giving him grief so he came back with, “Fuck you, you old bag.” I kid you not. Word for word.
Well, she exploded. She, 60-ish, put him in a headlock and literally dragged him 250 metres backwards to the office with his heels dragging on the ground. He’s gasping, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!” and she’s all, “How dare you tell me to fuck off I’ll eat your reprobate brains and strangle your parents with your entrails Wrrwraawrrr!!!”. We were the purest definition of gobsmacked. We played softball for 40 minutes until she came back.
In 6th Grade, the teacher had us playing guitar and under my breath I said, “This sucks.” Well, she heard that and was not too happy. “If you were stuck in the bush and you needed to save you friend, you’d learn to drive his stick-shift pickup, now, wouldn’t you?”, she said. To which I replied, “Give me an example of a guitar saving someone’s life and I’ll play it.” Woah! Out in the hall. (I guess that one’s not inappropriate)
In 10th grade, one student was whining and whining that another kid had put gum in his precious Bon Jovi hair and he couldn’t get it out. Well this went on for 10 or 20 minutes and the teacher was getting angrier and angrier. The kid would simply not shut up.
Finally, the teacher explodes and take a full-on, bar-brawl swing at the kid. Well, the kid is pretty nimble, dodges the punch, and he springs from his desk in astonishment. The teach keeps coming, fully enraged. He is swinging and swinging as hard as he can. The kid keeps dancing and ends up on top of the desks, jumping from desk to desk like Aladdin jumping between rooftops as the teacher chases him around the classroom, swinging away. It was like a pitbull chasing a mouse. Eventually, the kid found the door and vanished. I honestly can’t say he wouldn’t have killed him if he had caught him.
I had a third grade teacher who was pregnant(near due date) and would ask for volunteers to rub her feet or shoulders at her desk. Even as a kid that struck me as abuse of power lol, and I was sure the volunteers were not graded fairly.
She also treated me badly after an incident where she told another student pickles were a related plant to cucumbers, and I said pickles ARE cucumbers that have been pickled in brine. Big mistake.
I had some teachers in middle school that would tell me stuff like you’re reading at a college level, so what the hell is your problem and why can’t you get with the program etc. It was discouraging, no matter how they meant it.
In elementary school my class was told by a substitute:
“When a man has his hands in his pockets, don’t believe him when he says he’s just looking for his keys. He’s actually masturbating!”
While this advice has served me well since then, we didn’t really understand it at the time. Our preferred substitute was the one old guy who would always have us play chess and watch Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.
8th grade. I got in a lot of trouble with the teacher for a variety of misbehavior, and was paddled frequently in front of the class. The teacher eventually decided to quit tracking each incident and simply scheduled weekly Friday paddlings for me. No reason given for each Friday’s “licks” (as they were called). He started the class by summoning me (and a friend) to the front, telling us to grab our ankles, and hitting us 3 times with the paddle. Then class resumed as normal.
I guess it was more efficient that way.
My 11th grade history teacher used to bum cigarettes off me.
He always paid me back though. At least once, he bought me a carton of smokes; for no other reason than he owed me that many cigarettes.
Not unusual then; now, totally inappropriate.
We had one science teacher who walked around the classroom with hands in his pockets, fidgeting with his keys. We could hear the keys, but everyone suspected he was doing more.
He made lots of girls uncomfortable just by walking near them.
We had a teacher who’d smoke in class (she’d open the window) but she was also the coolest teacher in school. One year she was our “class mentor” meaning she was assigned as the person to go talk to if there were issues and what not. At the end of the year she threw a small party at her place which included beer (we were 16, legal age in the Netherlands back then)
One teacher, mr. Vintges, the vice-principal of the school was different, he’d threaten people with corporate punishment at the start of the year. Pointing to a broken cane in the back of the classroom and hinting that it broke during a beating he gave. FYI He never beat anyone with it and was actually a cool guy.
He was also in charge of detention (Friday afternoons after classes were out) and made people clear garbage and weed from between flower beds behind school. He had a sign there saying “Vintges’ plantation”