In the third year of secondary school (which equates to 8th grade in the US, I think), we had a physics teacher called Dr. Taylor.
He was bad tempered; his face looked like someone had scooped chunks out of it with a spoon; had a bad lisp and was generally an idiot.
One time, when we were all fed up with his lisping temper tantrums on a hot summer's day in June - "I don't exsppect to hear any chat!" (whilst flecks of spit flew from his mouth) , I said to a girl next to me 'Make him say 'physicist.'
She asked: 'Sir, what do you call someone who studies physics?'
He replied: 'A fivvafif' (Much suppressed laughter all around.)
Another time, we were sitting in class and he was writing on the whiteboard. He began writing a word that began 'tar.' He then stopped as if thinking, then asked us 'How do you spell tarmac?' in his hilariously Mr. Bean-like voice. 'Um, t-a-r-m-a-c?' said somebody (More suppressed laughter).
There were more similar incidents before he got sacked because one of the girls in our class complained that he was acting strangely around her. I can't blame the poor man - she was acting in a way that would have caused most male teachers to give her more than a passing glance.
He was also a crap teacher as he didn't know what some of the types of seismic wave were called.

I just remembered something!
A few weeks ago, our graphic products teacher, who is a little incompetent and senile, didn't bring enough past examination papers to the lesson for all of us. He said to himself as he walked out of the room: 'Why didn't I bring enough papers?'
As he was walking down the stairs outside, a guy in the class yelled 'BECAUSE YOU SUCK!'
Has us all in stitches, especially in another of his lessons where we were burping louder and louder and then someone picked up a roll of sellotape and lobbed it at the tabletop. It bounced all the way across the room, knocking pencils out of holders etc.
The teacher carried on talking in his monotone until someone made the loudest burp I've heard, at which point the teacher exclaimed 'You're disgusting!'
Good times, Good times...and we're supposed to be the best school in Southampton.
