Mr. Hughes in year 4.

He'd come down to your level and would scream at you until you cry. Guy was about 6'4 and built like a brick shit house.



16 years later and still wanna smash his head in.

Yamborghini wrote Mr. Hughes in year 4.

He'd come down to your level and would scream at you until you cry. Guy was about 6'4 and built like a brick shit house.



16 years later and still wanna smash his head in.

That's funny as **** hahaha, egg his house pal

None of them. Literally every single one of my teachers in high school were worse than the teenagers they taught. They'd all gossip and talk shit. It was blatantly obvious that none of them truly cared about teaching, just wanted their pay check.

To be fair, when I was still in school, I got myself a job and made sure I passed my exams just to spite my shitty teachers and class 'mates', so I guess they helped? Too bad I'm **** now lmfao

The only teacher I can think about during my school days was Mr. Santiago, my Spanish and Poetry elective teacher who died recently due to cancer he had fought with for many years. This was during middle school, I was still trying to identify who I was and in which group I wanted to fit in to. He was a strict dude, VERY strict but he always believed his students could write poetry at a level they didn't know they had so he pushed us to continue practicing and writing. I actually didn't like the guy during my experience in his classes but I sit back and realize that without his pushing and pushing, I never would have gotten remotely good at poetry. I'm just sad I never saw him again after I left middle school.

A teacher I never even had held a fundraiser for my family after my house flooded. By far the best teacher I've ever not had. Wish I had her.

Honestly nun of them all the teachers here are A$$holes. They don't care much lol the art teacher was the most chilling teacher I had.