For me, one of the strangest things was said by an old lady who my parents came back from parent-teacher night calling "Mrs. Sourpuss". I think she had had a hard life:
"Remember all those people you went to Elementry School with? You haven't seen them in a while, have you? That's because they're dead! And most of you probably won't survive to graduate High School!"

The worst thing was:
"I don't know why the Oakland Public Schools are spending a dime on you guys!"
This was said by a long-term substitute who I got the impression was only teaching because he liked the power. He gave the class the same test over and over because everyone kept failing it, yet somehow he did not percieve this as his fault. He also claimed he was "the only teacher who cares half way about you guys!"
Luckily, aside from him I got some of the best teachers I ever had that year, so it wasn't too bad.:)

The worst thing...is SO embarrassing.....I can't even share it here...and that was um like many years ago....and I'm still sort of recovering from that comment SHE made....:(

In second grade when I couldn't answer a question the teacher asked as she was reading CHarlotte's Web to the whole class...(she called on me without my having raised my hand)....I had obviously spaced out....she yelled at me in front of the whole class...and sent me BACK to a first grade classroom with Charolotte's Web book in hand and I was to "read it until I got her question right".......total *****. This teacher was a brute and I was only 7....never forget it....see this was my, at the time, undiagnosed ADD....

i have a best and a supposedly worst.

the worst, wasn't really the worst, it was more an "i told you so" from my parents towards a non-believing teacher. He never thought i'd make it through elementary school with a half way decent grade. ( i was a horrible reader and subsequently, horrible with numbers). When i graduated, i received an award for my accomplishments in English/reading etc. so my parents very politely rubbed it in the non-believers face.

The second, very happy situation, occured in grade 12 math (to this day, i'm still horrible with math).
My efforts were all over the board with this coarse, ranging from high A's to horribly low F's.
when i finally finished the course with a 58 (whoo hoo for andrea)
my teacher says to me: "you are the most persistent student i have ever had."

what a compliment, considering i still essentially failed the course.

Oh Gosh..............this English teacher in the 7th grade. She use to sit on the table or should I say lay, and eat pickles. My dad actually talked to her once and told her if she is going to teach English she needed to learn to speak it.

But I remember one day in class that two girls were talking, Laura and Paula and this teacher took it out on everyone in the class except the two girls that were talking. We eached got slapped on the hand with a ruler. I have never forgotten that to this day. I would love to find that old hag and give her a pickle..........well, nevermind.