my brother
went to an all-boys school. hundreds of horrid, muddy knee'd little william browns all over the place.

they had one teacher with a bit of a speech impediment. he clearly had no idea how to control a class, and my brother would frequently return home with tales of how they had reduced him to gibbering rage.

one day, in the heat of the july sunshine, a stupid child named chris kept raising his hand and saying, "mister flynn, mister flynn. please can i play in the snow with the monkeys?"

eventually, flynn snapped. he buried his head in his arms, and howled, "why? why are you boys making my life hell?"

it's 20 years since my brother told me this, and it STILL makes me want to cry for the poor man. kids can be little shits.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 17:29, 2 replies)

^ agreed
I'll never forget the sight of my geography teacher having a nervous breakdown in front of the class.

A grown man sat in a corner, his head in his hands and crying whilst being pelted with rulers and pens.

Kids are total bastards.
( rofl harris, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 17:50, closed)

I could never be a teacher under today's rules and regulations.

Back when you could belt the brats, no problem. The cunts would have got edukated in my classes.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 19:28, closed)