Aww, that's sad...
Well, we had Mr. Parham (we HATED him) and he just pissed everyone off, except for me. No, he just made me feel extremely uncomfortable. *shudder*
Anyway, we (as in, the rest of the class) just made fun of him consistently. We insisted on pissing him off, talking behind (and, on occasion, in front of) his back, and the last day of school, I was chosen to write him a note. It said, "Dear Mr. Parham: We hate you. Signed, the band of 2008."
The year after that, he taught (we had all moved on to a different school) and he quit.