I randomly met an old school buddy who I'd lost contact with recently and got to reminiscing, which led me to remember an incident at school with amazing clarity:
Mr Skopek was an East German D&T woodwork teacher, the guy was this wiry giant with Dennis Taylor glasses who didn't give a shit about workshop health and safety and whatnot (for example, he would tell us about dodging falling tools and then attempt to catch a chisel with his boots). Anyway, one day a random lunatic, he was literally insane, burst into the workshop, brandishing a machete. The assistant ducked under a table, everyone shat their pants, you could hear a pin drop, but this dude who jumped the Berlin wall, after a moments hesitation, calmly walked up to him, twatted him with the hammer he had been holding and then kneed him in the head as he lay prone on the floor.
From the same school was an English teacher, Mr Cornall, who did no work ever, never took the register (he used to mark every single person present even if the room was half full), sat on the filing cabinet having us go round and round the class reading a book before interjecting with something pant-pissingly funny, occasionally throwing a fit, slamming chairs or tables against the wall, etc etc. Oh yeah, and his old Ford didn't have working indicators, so he would drive past the bus stop sticking his hand out the window to indicate.
Another guy from there, Mr Razzak, History: all I remember is this one used to have you hold your bag above your head the entire lesson on an emotional whim. This was especially bad after Games (ridiculously heavy bag with all the kit). He also had a collection of WWI guns that he had permission to bring in and flaunt.
Anyway what about you, they don't have to be fucked up like the above examples, even some inspiring teachers, which I may relate at a later time.