My Latin Teacher
Mr. Jenkins was his name, and murder was his game.

He was a religious man, skilled in the art of the Latin Language, his knowledge of religion was second to none, and his compulsion to Beat his beautiful Daughter to death with a tent peg was optimus prime on his list of 'Things to do before I die.'

He is now on bail in Wales somewhere, re-married to some rich witch.

It also aspired he forged his teaching experience and wasn't qualified in the slightest.

Hoooray!

[Edit: Oh yea, we had an ever so strange Supply teacher for Chemistry who too knew absolutely nothing about chemicals..

He was called Mr. Fox, and when pointing at a pupil, he would point the arm at your face, while his hand pointed to the ground. This would be preceeded by the words "YOU BOOOOYY, ARE YOU A MOUSE..." which was wierd. he then proceeded to show us an experiment using magnesium and a bunsen burner, in which: he racked a crucible as full as possible with Magnesium and heated it with the vigorous blue flame, resulting in an almighty flash, a few burntout retinas, and a heavily burning desk. To make matters worse, instead of dowsing the flames, he decided waving text books and blowing oxygen into an already brutal flame, just to ensure that no one got out alive..]
( Mr Leroy Your local friendly <GM>, Fri 11 Nov 2005, 14:32, Reply)