Who is the wackiest school teacher you have ever had? What did they do??

My teachers weren't known for being wacky. There were a few whose classes the students didn't mind going to as much, but I guess that's about as wacky as it gets.

Mr. Brandon, my high school physics teacher. He told stories and jokes for at least half of every class.

In grade seven we had a French teacher named Mr. Gnoli. He was this chubby little Belgian guy who was constantly changing his facial hair. He would grow a beard, shave it off, grow a mustache, shave it off...We used to play these Q&A games to help us learn French. One day he got this bright idea that every time someone won a game, he would put a little happy face sticker next to their name on this list. After you got so many happy face stickers, you would get a little prize, like a chocolate bar or something. So after informing us of this, we began to play. Two fellows were playing and they couldn't get the right answer, but they kept calling out answers anyway. Mr. Gnoli was trying to get them to stop, but they wouldn't, eventually his face became beet red, and he was screaming at the top of his lungs "Shut up! Shut up!", just as they finally quieted down, he suddenly screamed "That's it! No more happy face stickers!". Well, the whole class just burst out laughing. Mr. Gnoli was so humiliated that he stormed out of the classroom just as the recess bell rang. Out on the playground, you could hear people huddled together in little groups relating the story, someone would scream "No more happy face stickers!" and everyone would laugh.

Wakiest? I don't know. I have a favorite school teacher, Mrs. Faulkner. She taught me to love music. She was the reason that I chose my path of singing throughout my middle and high school career. She wasn't really waky though.

Hmm... I know last year I had Mrs. Scher, she was really waky! She made us dance and do the charleston, also she wore clothes that had an entire comic strip on them. Sometimes she would get really hyper and start jumping up and down. It was really funny! She also somehow tied everything we talked about to sex. Strange woman.

Gosh, how to choose! I think the TA in Math 1abc at Caltech made the most of an impression on me by consistently wearing rollerskates to class.

*shrugs*

In the fifth grade I had a teacher who was always talking about things like having her car stall out on the railroad tracks. Or having a fishhook stuck in her eyelid. Then one day she went home during the lunch period and never returned after it. A sub teacher came in for the afternoon. The next day we found out our teacher went home, put a gun to her head, and Blam.

Professor Hilsinger in freshman physics. Besides looking like Jerry Garcia and wearing these amazing shirts, every week or so he'd do a demonstration of some bit of applied physics. One week he made himself really dizzy in a demonstration of angular momentum.

Now I kind of wish I'd gone to Mr. Brandon's class a little more often.

Lou my Science teach made me laugh % kept me happy. :)

Funny you should say that. Check my comments in "Advanced Stats".

My senior year in high school I had a couple of fairly wacky teachers. My calculus teacher, Mr. Benson, was a very animated guy who would fly into a rage whenever anyone called the function ln(x) "lawn". Once He jumped on his desk (he was already 6'3") and started jumping up and down on it shouting "NA-TU-RAL LOG-A-RI-THM!". A little scary.
My physics teacher in the same year, whose name I am strangely forgetting, once welded a student's housekeys to a capacitor to demonstrate electrical current.

He was always telling the same stories over and over again, though. You probably heard them all if you went to class even half the time. He'd start to tell us one he'd told us before, then stop and say, "Wait, have I told you this one already?" To which we of course always replied, "No!"
Mr. Beattie was kind of wacky, too. Something about those science teachers.

I had a great science teacher in 6th grade who let us do oodles of experiments with fire and chemicals. Guess what? Nobody got hurt and we all learned a lot!

An English prof I had got us to meditate before writing to clear our minds of anything blocking us from this writing.

I didn't really have any wacky teachers.

I had this History techer in high school his name was Mr. Bonta but we all called him Mr. Bottle. He would bring vodka to school in his coffee thermos and get drunk sometimes he wouldnt even show up for class we would change our grades in his grade book, The whole class would ask one at a time if we could use the bathroom and we would never come back on the last day of school someone even stole his clock out of his room.

My fourth grade teacher was my favorite. There was one time that she waited until one of the students went to the bathroom (they were across the school grounds) and she had the rest of the class go outside and we all hid from the student that left.
She did all different kinds of things, but that one sticks out.

In middle school, I had a social studies teacher, Eugene Philips, who was fun. He possessed a sense of humor and sarcasm and was willing to let us be creative.

In grade 10 I had a Mrs. Wilkinson who was the biggest air head. She baked two birthday cakes, hung a Happy Birthday sign across the ceiling of the portable and made us sing happy 200 and something birthday to William Shakespeare.

Mr. Gowey I guess. A long-haired nice-guy math teacher who used to clean his (hard) contacts by putting them in his mouth.

I've seen many people doing that... they say the enzyme in their saliva cleans the lenses... Now, I get goose-bumps all over when I see people doing that, their corneas must be all scratched up. I've worn soft, hard and rigid gas-perm contacts at one time of another, and no matter what kind of contacts I had, the tiniest spec of oil/dirt on the lens makes my eye hurt so bad I have to take the contact out, I can't see how people can pop their lenses in their mouths and not get them full of small particles and oily spots.

To prove to us how strong his abs were, my 5th grade teacher, Mr. Korpar, asked us to pick the strongest guy in the class and then let him punch him in the stomach.

I CAN'T REMEMBER THAT FAR BACK

Korsakov Syndrome?

Madame Klug-Bryson. Accused me of being anorexic, of being depressed, for no particualr reason. Frequently questioned my friends about me, kicked me out of class for no reason, warned me 7 times that if I had one more detention I would be given a DR, insulted me in the middle of class, called me the most obnoxios person she'd ever met, gave me a detention for going to my locker during a locker break, hit me and other people with a stick...and the list goes on and on and on...She would also jump around the room, spaz and leave the room, and bounce and wheel around in her chair. She also threatened to follow me home once. I think she was mentally disturbed. I have a friend who's teacer would dance on the table, among other things. And I had a teacher who howled like a wolf whil;e standing on his desk.

I had a biology teacher who used to put a gag question on each of his multiple-choice tests, e.g. This test is a) fairly fair, b) fairly unfair, c) unfairly fair, d) unfairly unfair.

A fly was distracting the class, so my sophomore English teacher leapt up and walked around the desks swinging his yardstick and yelling that he was a mighty warrior.

I had a history teacher in high school that actually made American History fun. He would talk about the Red Barons as 'the big kahunas' (sp?) and stuff.

I've never had a wacky teacher.

Mr. Grimley lost all the Year 11's coursework and had a mental break down. He came back though. He was fudging awesome.