Sixth-form physics teacher; Mr Heelis. Universally (memorably on one occasion by one of his teaching colleagues) referred to as … Syph.
Not a teacher I had, but a guy I play cricket with, and who teaches. In fact, who taught a few of the other players in the side.
Wayne King.
Why-oh-why do these people go into jobs that expose them to teenagers?
I had a Mr. Cocking for grade 9 social studies. Mr. Roach taught French.
Well, let’s see. There was “Mrs. Blizzard the lizard” in first grade and Mrs. Bannon the cannon" in third grade. In seventh grade, we had Mr. Dull and Mr. “Freaky” Freaudenhoven who were both suspected of being homosexual and having a thing with each other.
Nah. Doctor Hu was a man (I’m assuming Bambi is a woman), and this was undergrad at University of North Texas. Spoke English only slightly better than I speak Cantonese. Never understood a word the guy said.
I was thinking the other night…I wonder if it’s possible to page these people at the airport? “No, this is not a joke! I need to page Some Guy!! Please, it’s very important!”
Believe it or not, Bambi Hu was in fact a man. I was very surprised when I first met him, having only seen the name in print before. His English was pretty good, though. Never had him for a class, but almost got a research assistantship.
Grade six: the prinipal of my school was named Mr Swerdfeger.
I leave the rest to your imagination.
Well, I remember back in school I encountered both a “Mr. Gay” and a “Mr. Fagg,” who were substitutes.
In junior high, my shop teacher was “Mr. Marvel,” who surely at one time or another must have achieved the rank of Captain.
My art teacher in high school was “Mrs. Merder.” No one ever crossed her for fear of finding out why she was “Mrs. Murder.”
My drawing and art appreciation professor during my early years in college is the mother of the bassist for Bowling for Soup. Just thought I’d throw that out there.
I figured Dad was putting me on, but he and Mom went to the same high school and she backs him up: their Vice-Principal (you know, in charge of “discipline”) was “Mr. Kill,” and he had a prosthetic hook in place of one of his hands!
You aren’t anywhere near Evanston, Illinois, are you? I grew up there, and there was a Richard Seaman who was a grade-school teacher. (And yes, he actually chose to go by Dick, even when he ran for local office.)
My pediatrician was Dr. Gerber, and I once had a pediatric dermatologist named Dr. Spot. My driver’s ed teacher was Mr. Miles. But the best was my 5th grade homeroom teeacher, who was Mrs. Ganja.
Evanston was a wacky place to grow up.
I remembered another one last night, an 8th grade social studies teacher by the name of Martino. There was a limerick about him, supposedly coined by the offbeat teacher from across the hall.
We had an attractive substitute teacher named Ms. Gillette.
When she walked in the room you could always hear someone sing, “the best a man can get…”
There was a math teacher at my high school named Mr. Dick.
Mr. Harold Dick.
3rd grade - Mrs. Buck, Mrs. Dauler, and Mrs. Mooney.
Middle school gym teacher, Mr. Hanlon who was accused of “improperly touching” girls and from then on was known as Mr. Hands On or Hand Job.
Band director, Mr. Delly, who was replaced by Miss Hanna - there’s a Hanna Deli in downtown Cleveland.
At my college, there is a professor in the English department named Mrs Male.
In High School there was a polish-american teacher by the name of Mr. Goetze (can’t remember the spelling) but it was very easily pronounced as Mr. Goat cheese by the students. Poor guy didn’t know enough english to even get the joke 
The funniest name I think I’ve seen wasn’t a teacher- when attending my cousin’s graduation I happened to see a particularly funny name- Long Hung Wang. The best part was he graduated cum laude so in the program it listed him as Long Hung Wang cum laude…I must have been laughing for ten minutes straight over that one.
My 6th grade teacher was Mrs. Screws.
I once knew a philosophy professor named Gray Cox. Geez, I never saw one that color.
(slight hijack but kinda in the neighborhood): You just reminded me of something I saved on a floppy disk–a 514kb bit of fun called “Morons at Heathrow.” One guy would ask for someone to be paged while his friend taped the resulting announcement from the loudspeaker. of course, all the “names” were phony and came out sounding like very naughty or gross sentences.
I’ll make a copy and send it if anybody wants one.
I also had a Mr. Dick. He had a really bad comb-over and was bit of a flamer.
I had a professor in college named Dr. Dick.
Dr. Richard Dick.
Richard Pullin.
I used to see him quoted in the student paper and always assumed it was a made up name used to poke fun at the ineptitude of the Co-op Department.
Y’know, like Ima Clod or Buck Futt.
Nope. He was the real deal. Sent me to Northern Manitoba to work in the dead of winter, too.
Is it this?
London Airport Announcements
My favorite is "My colleague just . . "