I had the worst luck with math teachers.

In ninth grade I had an Indian woman who barely spoke a word of English.
In tenth grade I had a fat redhead named Ms. Dunn who we refereed to as Two Ton Dunn.
In eleventh grade my teacher called them calcusooners instead of calculators. He also kept a giant rock by his desk that he would throw around the trailer to get people's attention.
In twelfth grade I had a creepy football coach who would make fun of his students and would rub everyone's shoulders.
My first semester of college I had a crabby old Chinese man who also barely spoke a word of English.
My second semester of college I had a half French half Russian woman who, once again, barely spoke a word of English.

Needless to say, math was not my best subject.