I love my school. Just not my teachers.

I have three cruel teachers at school.

Case 1. The Physics teacher. I've most often heard her described as "la viejita loca" (the crazy little old lady). Example: Last week, a lot of new kids transfered to the morning classes from the afternoon classes, and many were unfortunate enough to have their very first class be at seven in the morning with the Physics teacher. Now, she is very particular, among other things, about students entering the classroom after the class has started. Most teachers have a ten minute "tolerance" time: you can get there 10 minutes late, and it's ok. The Physics teacher, however, has a tolerance time of about half a second.
So, we've all settled down, taken out our notebooks, and the teacher has started to talk. Suddenly, there's a nervous little knock at the door. Everyone sort of freezes, but the teacher carries on, unfazed. The door opens a little way, and a girl pokes her head in and asks, "May I come in?". The teacher doesn't pay any attention. The girl decides it's safe to proceed, and walks in.

Wrong choice.

The teacher then spins around and launches into a very loud lecture, called "I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD COME IN, DID I???" which ended with a very menacing "Come in, just this once, but be warned..." accentuated by a final "AND WIPE YOUR FEET!"

Case 2. The Computer Science teacher. On our very first class, we were crowded outside the classroom, like excited little hamsters, when a grumpy head poked out the door and said "Form two lines in alphabetical order. Is that too hard a thing to ask?" and was promptly stuck back in. It went downhill from there.

Case 3. The Drawing Class teacher. I spent like six effing hours on my project so that it'd be all nice and pretty and presentable. So I handed it in, and the teacher was all, "Where did you get this info?". "Mostly from an old notebook that my..." "Old notebook? That's no good. Do it again, and this time do your research in a proper book."

Grr.