Dumb things that your teacher once did...
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My history/homeroom teacher in 8th grade was freaking awesome. Once he stood up on the desks and walked across all of them jumping from one to the other talking to us FOR THE ENTIRE PERIOD about how the Baby Boomer generation fucked up America. Another time he told us about when he and some friends were in college, and they got a little drunk then tried to steal a Vietnam Missile Memorial. Let me repeat that. HE TOLD US HE TRIED TO STEAL A FUCKING MISSILE! I shit you not this was the coolest teacher ever.
I have something that will scare you all. I don't even know if I should be typing this.
In my 2nd year of highschool I had an English teacher. She was loud and old. Very old. She was only 60 but she looked like 87.
Apparently there had been a rumor going around since before I got in 8th grade that she had brought her dogs into school and put peanut butter on her...area...and let them..
you know.
Well, my period class had the highest average in some big project we did, and we got a free pizza party in our lunch period. We were up in her room and she left for a few minutes. In a daring mission, one of my friends,Evan, egged on by everyone else in the class, went behind her desk to this kind of hidden cubby we couldn't see from the front.
He came back out with an empty jar of peanut butter.
Luckily he got back out safely before she came back.
I am holding back vomit while reliving this.
I am now in 10th grade and so very happy I never have to see her again.
In my 2nd year of highschool I had an English teacher. She was loud and old. Very old. She was only 60 but she looked like 87.
Apparently there had been a rumor going around since before I got in 8th grade that she had brought her dogs into school and put peanut butter on her...area...and let them..
you know.
Well, my period class had the highest average in some big project we did, and we got a free pizza party in our lunch period. We were up in her room and she left for a few minutes. In a daring mission, one of my friends,Evan, egged on by everyone else in the class, went behind her desk to this kind of hidden cubby we couldn't see from the front.
He came back out with an empty jar of peanut butter.
Luckily he got back out safely before she came back.
I am holding back vomit while reliving this.
I am now in 10th grade and so very happy I never have to see her again.
I had an idiotic economics teacher. Now, I go to private school so everyone at my school is pretty left. we couldn't even compare to this guy. he read all these left-wing newspapers and had all these opinions about how there is such a huge conspiracy going on with all the republicans and that there is a shadow government being run by the big businesses.
I kid you not, he actually tried to convince us that corporations had funded and supplied the 3rd Reich with weapons while we were fighting them in world war 2. needless to say the fun of that class was shouting down the blatant stupidity that he was trying to sell us. he also thought that all corporations should be worker controlled enterprises and that all monopolies are bad. I am a socialist, but even I see how stupid this would be if it happened
I kid you not, he actually tried to convince us that corporations had funded and supplied the 3rd Reich with weapons while we were fighting them in world war 2. needless to say the fun of that class was shouting down the blatant stupidity that he was trying to sell us. he also thought that all corporations should be worker controlled enterprises and that all monopolies are bad. I am a socialist, but even I see how stupid this would be if it happened
Picture this: the front of the classroom in question has a classic whiteboard, then an interactive whiteboard, then another classic whiteboard. During history, our gerbil-teacher (he used to do this thing with his hands and stick out his teeth that made him look like a rodent when he was nervous) finishes writing on one board and moves over to the other. Except... he forgets to take the pen off the wall and scribbles all over the interactive whiteboard in indelible pen.
My first German teacher hit a kid with a wooden ruler when he talked in class. We got that ***** fired.
An art teacher got on the wrong side of me a few years back. Not dumb, but a heinous *****. She wouldn't start a lesson without checking my homework and finding at least three things wrong with it and loudly announcing them to the rest of the class. She gave me over forty detentions for stuff I didn't do (it was her talented artists; not like she was going to bring them in!), she was a rude ***** towards me (and I had confidence issues at the time, which didn't help), she was really fat and obviously didn't like herself because she took it out on me (and occasionally one other boy, who also wasn't great at art), she once found my manga drawings and loudly told me they were terrible (they weren't, because I entered one of them (a manga-styled Surrealism piece) into an art competition outside of school and won first prize) and that it wasn't a viable form of art and, the one that finally snapped me was, after I decided to leave that godforsaken shithole of a school, I took a taster week at my next school. During that time, she gave out, and subsequently took in, a piece of homework. She then tells me off for not being there, and gives me a detention from 4-6pm, on the last day of term, my last day ever at that school, which finished at 12pm. In that situation, you are not allowed to go home, you have to wait in school until the detention is served. When the day came, I flipped her the birdie, and walked out, never to return. What she didn't know then is that I'd left a little surprise for her on her desk: a small, unremarkable box, with the burnt remains of my art project inside, and a little note saying, "You said you wanted my project to be unique: well, I'm pretty sure nobody's done this!". Also, I traced the word '*****' in the top layer of ashes, but I don't know if she saw that. But anyway; I got a letter during the holidays asking for a letter of apology, because apparently I 'traumatized her greatly' and 'made her cry'. She probably cried mayonnaise...
I never felt more accomplished than I did when I red that letter, I tell you. Best feeling in the world.
My first German teacher hit a kid with a wooden ruler when he talked in class. We got that ***** fired.
An art teacher got on the wrong side of me a few years back. Not dumb, but a heinous *****. She wouldn't start a lesson without checking my homework and finding at least three things wrong with it and loudly announcing them to the rest of the class. She gave me over forty detentions for stuff I didn't do (it was her talented artists; not like she was going to bring them in!), she was a rude ***** towards me (and I had confidence issues at the time, which didn't help), she was really fat and obviously didn't like herself because she took it out on me (and occasionally one other boy, who also wasn't great at art), she once found my manga drawings and loudly told me they were terrible (they weren't, because I entered one of them (a manga-styled Surrealism piece) into an art competition outside of school and won first prize) and that it wasn't a viable form of art and, the one that finally snapped me was, after I decided to leave that godforsaken shithole of a school, I took a taster week at my next school. During that time, she gave out, and subsequently took in, a piece of homework. She then tells me off for not being there, and gives me a detention from 4-6pm, on the last day of term, my last day ever at that school, which finished at 12pm. In that situation, you are not allowed to go home, you have to wait in school until the detention is served. When the day came, I flipped her the birdie, and walked out, never to return. What she didn't know then is that I'd left a little surprise for her on her desk: a small, unremarkable box, with the burnt remains of my art project inside, and a little note saying, "You said you wanted my project to be unique: well, I'm pretty sure nobody's done this!". Also, I traced the word '*****' in the top layer of ashes, but I don't know if she saw that. But anyway; I got a letter during the holidays asking for a letter of apology, because apparently I 'traumatized her greatly' and 'made her cry'. She probably cried mayonnaise...
I never felt more accomplished than I did when I red that letter, I tell you. Best feeling in the world.
This is funny.
We had a babe of a science teatcher. 25, blonde, blue eyes, curvy etc
Well we were talking about cloning and genetics and she said somehting along the lines of:
Her: Take me and my sister, we are identical but are at diffrent ages
Random Guy: How old is she miss?
Her: 16
All the guys in the class: Phoooaarrr/Get in!/Oooooo!
Followed by multiple high-fives, looks of excitment and embarising boners.
I think she caught on that we all wanted to spank her.
EDIT: also the old IT teacher who was bored during class while we were all working on our PCs.. the guy decided to go browse some porn (hell why not, your bored), But the guy left the whiteboard and projector on.. everyone saw. He was swiftly fired.
I have loads more teacher stories, but Im going out soon so i cannot share them all with you.
We had a babe of a science teatcher. 25, blonde, blue eyes, curvy etc
Well we were talking about cloning and genetics and she said somehting along the lines of:
Her: Take me and my sister, we are identical but are at diffrent ages
Random Guy: How old is she miss?
Her: 16
All the guys in the class: Phoooaarrr/Get in!/Oooooo!
Followed by multiple high-fives, looks of excitment and embarising boners.
I think she caught on that we all wanted to spank her.
EDIT: also the old IT teacher who was bored during class while we were all working on our PCs.. the guy decided to go browse some porn (hell why not, your bored), But the guy left the whiteboard and projector on.. everyone saw. He was swiftly fired.
I have loads more teacher stories, but Im going out soon so i cannot share them all with you.
When I was about 5 years old my swim instuctor almost drowned me. She just threw me in the deep end knowing that I couldn't swim and then laughed at me while I was f*cking drowning.
Suffice it to say, I've developed a substantial water fobia.
Suffice it to say, I've developed a substantial water fobia.
