Well, we had this one dude who taught physics. He wanted to show us heating a piece of metal with electromagnetic energy. So he did, fucked up right when it was almost melting and let it fall on someones scarf infront of him. It caught fire. Another time he did something with chemistry and I wasn't paying attention, next thing I know we had to evacuate because the air was all toxic. He did things like this all the time and overall, he wasn't a good teacher; we were fucking around, he start screaming that we need to be quiet, so okay we are quiet. Ten seconds later he is flirting with girls. This guy was an absolute loon. I feel him tho, as an ADHD person, I know he got that shit in his brain.

The coolest teacher was this literal grandpa who taught us math. He was crazy smart, but we were, and arguably still are, shit humans so we never took him seriously and always tried to get him mad. We would make it a game on who he would get mad on, because he would roast everyone for a minute straight with words we didn't even know. My friend got him over the edge one time, and the teacher wanted to get off again, turned around, saw who it was and said "oh, it's just you, nevermind, I'm sure you won't need this anyway" and then went off on the rest of us for how shit of a job our parents did in raising us. He did that. Turns out, once we got to know him a little better, he got offered career in the NBA. Should have gone balling, old man. But in all seriousness, that gave us more respect for him, because, you know, 14 year olds only care about that shit. Never stopped us from being worthless kids though; he slammed a tea glass on the table out of anger and cut his hand in the process. He was a good guy though, a friend met him in a grocery store years later and told him about how he got into math study. The guy cried out of happiness. Really sweat.