When I was in Primary School (about 5th grade I think) I had a teacher who looked really mean, all wrinkled and lemon lips and was really mean. She had strict rules like if you rocked on the chair she would take the chair away and give you a crate to sit on, then if you rocked on that, she took that away and you got nothing to sit on.
The year before I had a teacher who yelled and screamed at me because at the beginning of the term I couldn't remember which reading group I was in then got up and slammed the desk lid down on my knees at which point I ran off to the toilets where I was bawling my eyes out so bad I puked - the staff had to ring my mum at work to come and get me. I was terrified to go back to school the next day.
When I was in Intermediate, the school still had corporal punishment and I got wacked over the knuckles for something I didn't do (I just happened to be in the vicinity).
There was the chain-smoking english teacher (she smoked so much that at the time we honestly thought that she must have been a transexual because she looked and sounded like a man) from my first post.
One year of French, we had 5 different teachers because the original left in a hurry then they brought in a sub who spoke the most atrocious french to the point we couldn't understand him - one of the girls made an offhand comment about when we were going to get a teacher who could actually speak French and he turned bright red and walked out. Enter sub number 2 (after a lecture about keeping our mouths shut). We then got a real teacher after a few weeks, who got pregnant (even though she denied it and said that she had something wrong with her stomach) and had to leave. Enter sub number 3. Needless to say not many of us did well in French that year - so many students left during the year that we only had about 7 by the end.
Finally when I was at Uni and doing the advanced programming class, the teacher would tell you which exercise in the book to do and sit there reading for the rest of the lesson. If you asked for help, he would tell you to ask one of the other students - given that no one else had a clue what to do either (after asking for his help) not very much got done.
That ends, I think, the list of all my bad teachers.

Oh, I forgot the Phys Ed teacher who said there was NEVER an excuse for not having your P.E. uniform (even if you had a letter from your parents), including the time that my shorts disintergrated on me the morning that I needed them. She made me do P.E. in my top and swimsuit - everyone teased the crap out of me which she did nothing to stop of course.

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My science teacher is not the best teacher on the planet. One day I walk into her class and she hands out our new science books. I figured we would read soon, we read about recycling. The next day she is still talking about recycling even though it was only one section long. I figured ok, you must really enjoy teaching this. The next day we are still learning about recycling and it continued for two whole weeks. In that time we had to count how much of a packaging type were in one isle of our local supermarket. These isles are huge and it took me like an hour just to complete that part of the project. Then I had to interview the store manager. A few days after getting that pointless assignment we began drawing posters about keeping our waters clean. This poster comes with an essay. All this is starting to not teach us anything about what we should be learning. The state I live in requires science students to learn certain things by the end of the year. Two weeks about recycling is not going to help us learn what we need to learn by the end of the year because it was only one section from the book.

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