If I had to describe to you the worst, most infuriating teacher I have ever had it would be my 8th grade spanish teacher Mrs. Eddy. Her actions as well as my inability to understand her correctly led to one of the worst classes I have ever been enrolled in. To be fair I think it wasn't really her fault that people thought she was a bad teacher. I just happened to be enrolled in a class that basically held a mutiny against the teacher everyday. Slowly, her attitude would change from her walking into class asking, "and how was everyone's morning?", to muttering some odd thing or two in spanish and asking the class to sit down.
"All four feet on the ground!" She yelled across the room.
"Sorry!" A student would yell back. While proceeding to hold up his middle finger towards her back in defiance. It was like a silent "Fuck you!" felt by nobody.
Now that I have had to sit down and write about this class, it appears to me that Mrs. Eddy was not the worst teacher I've ever had. I have had generally good teachers but the students are what ruined classes for me.
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