I had two teachers that fit the bill of "worst teacher" but one was when I was in the 6th grade and 40-plus years seems too far to go back to remember all the details; so I will go with my high school freshman through junior phys ed teacher. I think most athletically-challenged people have a story to tell about a phys ed teacher that made them feel even more klutzy than they actually were. Mine was a female uber-jock who drew student jocks around her in an exclusive club, members only. The rest of us were allowed on the border of their universe, peering into their club, but non jocks were not allowed. Ms. Uber was muscled and tanned, but with her glasses, looked like she might have been one of the outsiders at one time, but had forgotten the angst of not fitting in. In order to organize gym teams, she always relied on the age-old process of "natural" selection. Ms. Uber selected two team captains (from the club) and they, in turn, selected their teams. Of course, someone was always last, reinforcing the notion that the last choice was really not worthy of participating, but would be tolerated. Ms. Uber looked with pity on those non jocks and tolerated our ineptitude. As we lumbered down the court, missing the ball, tripping over our feet, knocking into other players, Ms. Uber would yell and jump up and down in frustration at having to put up with such physical incompetence. After finishing high school, I always assumed I was clumsy in any kind of physical event, but have since found that I can be physically adept in many activities. I go to the YMCA most nights and participate in several classes that require agility; Step and Zumba classes being two. Too bad I found out so late in life that I really do have the capacity to enjoy moving my body in a graceful and agile way, but good that I found out at all. One positive thing I learn from Ms. Uber is that I can do what I set my mind to without giving in to someone else's perceptions.