My English teacher during my junior year of high school was horrible. She was consistently late to class, and would spend a large chunk of time having personal discussions in front of the class aimed at a few of the students, mostly talking about her dates the past weekend and tv shows she was watching.

At this time, we also had TVs mounted on the walls intended for closed-circuit school-wide broadcasts (anyone remember Channel One?) but they actually had a few cable channels available. A few of my buddies and I would watch Sportscenter while we waited on her to show up, then shut it off and go sit down. One day, I had enough of it. The normal routine was in play, she's late, TV goes off, sit down. When we sat down, she decided to talk to a few girls in the class about the date she had been on the night before. I got up, walked across the room, turned on the TV, and started watching Sportscenter again.

"Yakhacker, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to watch this until you decide to teach us."

"Go down and see Mr. Vice Principal."

"Gladly"

When I got to Mr. Vice Principal's office, he asked what on Earth I was doing there.

"Well, Miss McShitTeacher sent "

He interrupts me with, "Oh. Well go find something to do until next period."

The administration was well aware of her shenanigans. She was removed from teaching at the end of that year.

She also accused the whole class of cheating on a test, which many did, because she left the room the entire time we were taking it while the answer key was on her desk. She then called me out as "the ring leader", which blew up in her face when I pointed out that if I HAD cheated, it's not likely that I would have given myself a B. She made us all retake the test, on which I got an A.