But I decided I'll just post one a day so I don't flood the place. I'm a good person.
Mr. Kubanoff: He was the worst teacher I have ever met. He tried to force his religion on us and denied Darwin's theroy of evolution. This would be okay for any other teacher, but he was our SCIENCE teacher. Even at the Catholic school I used to go to the teacher taught us the theroy of evolution. Not only was she our science teacher, by the way, she was also our religion teacher.
Mr. Kubanoff was clearly mentally unstable, taking multiple days off at a time. He was generally a very paranoid man, always looking at the brink of a breakdown. I witnessed him telling my mother in a pathetic, serious tone that he could not tutor me after school because he 'had to get out of the building, because he couldn't take this place any longer'. He ended that with a nervous chuckle, fidgeting with his hands and glancing about the room like someone was going to leap out and jump him.
He collected random assignments as labs, usually ones that just were random dittos given at the begining of the marking period or before with no prior warning that they would be labs. I usually threw these papers in the garbage or shoved them in my locker. He complained when they were the least bit crumpled and would not accept them.
He made terrible jokes, well, you couldn't even call them jokes. They were terrible puns. He never made any joke that elicited the smallest chuckle from the class, except for the ones that involved him doing something stupid to illustrate a topic, such as spining or something equally idioic looking for a bald, short man with thick glasses. He made jokes constantly, and a year's worth of puns is more than enough to enrage even the most tolerant person.
He was a total technophobe. We got computers in our class, and I never once saw them turned on. It was torture, everyday staring at the blank monitors as Kubanoff used a 50 year old projector to give us notes.
He constantly told me to stop drawing. I desparately need to move constantly, so telling me that I can't draw, that I shouldn't even be fidgeting with a pen drove me off the deep end. I hate Mr. Kubanoff.
Mr. Kubanoff: He was the worst teacher I have ever met. He tried to force his religion on us and denied Darwin's theroy of evolution. This would be okay for any other teacher, but he was our SCIENCE teacher. Even at the Catholic school I used to go to the teacher taught us the theroy of evolution. Not only was she our science teacher, by the way, she was also our religion teacher.
Mr. Kubanoff was clearly mentally unstable, taking multiple days off at a time. He was generally a very paranoid man, always looking at the brink of a breakdown. I witnessed him telling my mother in a pathetic, serious tone that he could not tutor me after school because he 'had to get out of the building, because he couldn't take this place any longer'. He ended that with a nervous chuckle, fidgeting with his hands and glancing about the room like someone was going to leap out and jump him.
He collected random assignments as labs, usually ones that just were random dittos given at the begining of the marking period or before with no prior warning that they would be labs. I usually threw these papers in the garbage or shoved them in my locker. He complained when they were the least bit crumpled and would not accept them.
He made terrible jokes, well, you couldn't even call them jokes. They were terrible puns. He never made any joke that elicited the smallest chuckle from the class, except for the ones that involved him doing something stupid to illustrate a topic, such as spining or something equally idioic looking for a bald, short man with thick glasses. He made jokes constantly, and a year's worth of puns is more than enough to enrage even the most tolerant person.
He was a total technophobe. We got computers in our class, and I never once saw them turned on. It was torture, everyday staring at the blank monitors as Kubanoff used a 50 year old projector to give us notes.
He constantly told me to stop drawing. I desparately need to move constantly, so telling me that I can't draw, that I shouldn't even be fidgeting with a pen drove me off the deep end. I hate Mr. Kubanoff.
