I was too bust being pissed off at him to learn anything, not that he taught me anything I didn't already know anyway.

Mr. Belding, my college writing teacher in high school, is not only the worst teacher in the world, but also one of the worst people I've ever had the misfortune of knowing. For my very first paper in the class, he accused me of plagiarism because I had paraphrased some quotes into it, oh and he did it right in front of the class. Talk about a freakin' slap in the face. Then he went and talked to all my other teachers about me trying to figure out who had told me that paraphrasing was ok, so that none of my other teachers ever treated me the same afterward. Then another day he told me I couldn't wear the shirt I had on because it came off my shoulders, even though I had three other classes before his where none of my teachers said anything about it, and even though other girls had so much of their cleavage showing that their boobs were about to fall out of their shirts, I still had to go change my shirt before he would let me back into class. Another day he accused me of plagiarism AGAIN, on a paper that was about global warming, but honestly how many different ways can people state the same things about one topic, there were bound to other people out there who said similar things to me, at least that time he had the decency to talk to me outside of class. The only paper he gave me a good grade on was the last one, when I told exactly how I felt about him and his class in a few choice ways, I never even got that paper back, but I had a few other bad experiences with him, and I can only hope some day he gets fired, because that's exactly what he deserves.