When I was in 6th grade, a teacher-Mr.B-was particularly odd. One day, when we were talking, he suddenly stuck out his middle finger. We started oooing like the immature kids we were. Mr.B just said, "What? All fingers are created equally. And get back to work. Chop chop. Or I'll chop your heads off."
He was like that everyday, and perhaps the most wtf was when he was never fired.