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Teachers Be Crazy
BlakeJustBlake:
My 4th grade teacher molested a classmate of mine, he never recovered and was pretty off all throughout school. He confided in me once that a lot of the time he just wanted to castrate himself. Whereas most of us had been sexually active for years, he was repulsed by the idea of even touching himself. Senior year he really started cracking and was in and out of mental facilities throughout the school year. A month before we graduated he killed himself.
Anyways, back to the point, when I was in 4th grade that teacher made me sit in time out for farting in class, what a fucking joke.
allison:
I had a supply teacher in elementary school who did some really nasty things. She told us all to put our heads down on our desks when we were being too noisy - one of my classmates didn't, and she marched over to him, grabbed his hair and slammed his head down, causing a split lip. She was escorted off the premises by police! I don't know what happened after that.
I used to keep in touch with one of my highschool teachers, because everyone at my highschool was on really great terms with at least one teacher and it wasn't uncommon to sort of become friends in a sense. That was until he started signing off his emails with "love you!" That kind of freaked me out, I guess because I still thought of it in the frame of a student-teacher relationship, albeit a very friendly one.
Orbert:
I don't have any "horrible teacher" stories, but I have a few from when I was a teacher that might be amusing.
Right after my son was born, I was like many new parents and not getting nearly enough sleep, plus he was sick a lot and I'd just spent the weekend with him in the hospital. Monday morning, one of my students asked if I'd graded the tests I'd given last week. I told him I hadn't had a chance to grade them yet, hopefully I'd get them done that night. He went off on me, about how the kids are expected to do everything by the day they're due, but teachers don't have to, how I'd had a whole weekend and did who-knows-what, but hadn't managed to grade the tests and hand them back like I was supposed to.
I lost it. I told him that he was correct in that he had no idea what I'd done that weekend, but he since he didn't know, he was in no position to judge me and therefore he should just shut the fuck up! The room of course went totally silent. I then excused myself and stepped out for a minute to ponder my impending unemployment. My classroom was one of those portable things in the parking lot because I had low seniority and there weren't enough real rooms, and it was snowing, so I let the snow cool me down for a bit.
I stepped back inside and apologized for losing my temper and for my inappropriate choice of words. He apologized as well. The others students thought it was amazing because this kid was apparently a complete pain in the ass to teachers and fellow students alike, and they'd all put up with it for years. I was actually a hero for putting him in his place, and some of them told me about it afterwards. Most amazing was the effect it had on the kid. Think of Eustace from "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader." He was Eustace Before, and now he was Eustace After.
Alex C:
My teachers were uniformly pretty excellent and I learned a lot by osmosis despite being a problem child that they eventually expelled. I feel sort of guilty about it in retrospect.
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--- Quote from: Orbert on 29 Apr 2011, 09:00 --- Most amazing was the effect it had on the kid. Think of Eustace from "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader." He was Eustace Before, and now he was Eustace After.
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Good! Finally something not horribly depressing about this thread.
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