Cookery & Textiles
Really, really bad.
On the theme of such myths, in my earlier years of school I never had much interactions with the older kids, but one such topic that cropped up time after time was, "You've got Mrs Brown? Yeah, she picks her nose."
A curious rumour though it was, it sprung up rather strongly in everyone's distaste for her. Often, kids would shout "Bogies!" whenever they saw her around. Once, on locating a J-cloth, I honestly, honestly, found it encrusted with small flecks of dried something which seemed too greenly odd to be simply crumbs. I can only supposed it was a prop devised by another student for a later reveal.
I'm sorry, but, WTF?
She made everyone cry, I'm sure, which is always a terrible thing. Tears were in my eyes with her, because her voice was always set to "Shout" and her demeanour always to "Burn". If you can make someone cry that easily, I really think you ought to stay away from people. She made me scared of ovens. She's the kind of person who watches you to make sure you're not doing it wrong and then, at the very last moment of bending down to put your scones in the oven, she shouts "DON'T HANDLE THE TRAY LIKE THAT, YOU'LL DROP THEM ALL OVER THE FLOOR." The shock of which causes you to drop your scones all over the floor. As a character in a novel, she would have to speak entirely in capital letters. "I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL. NOW LOOK! QUICKLY, PICK THEM UP..." and so on.
I remember walking home feeling rather sad. The image of those happy frogs made me unhappy in the end; I thought for once in her life she was trying to be happy, trying anything other than outright rage - I thought she could do it, but she couldn't. The frog jumper was inevitably returned to her cupboard, ready to lay, forgotten, and wrapped around whatever happiness she once lost.
Geography (and Religion)
A wonderful man. Now head of Geography.
Now, thank God I had an Atheist teaching us R.E.! R.E. was made compulsory by the government, for some very strange reason, so Mr Locksford took it on board as part of taking on Geography too. He was very considerate of all of our views, and listened with equal and open interest to both people like Christian ("I love God, oh yeah man, I love God,") and people like me ("Oh, for God's sake,"). It wasn't until after the lesson that he called me over and said, "David, there's a live webcast tonight given by Richard Dawkins in you're interested," that I knew where we both stood. He also made Geography into one of my favourite lessons - he looked out for me, and took interest in my fast-paced work; giving me extra things to do in advance of the rest of the class. We often played Just A Minute with him, where we'd talk about waterfalls or longshore drift or erosion - and I'd nearly always win, because I was very good at not shutting up, and Mr Locksford would pop into his cupboard and produce a Flump for the winner, bought with his own money.