OK, this is too good a thread to pass onI've lurked here for a while but I have to post on this one.
In High School we had this really dizzy Spanish teacher. She was dumb enough to trust us and let us stay in her classroom during the lunch period before our class began. First we took her cigarettes and smoked them all in the class. She came back and acused us of burning paper. But nothing ever came from it. The nest time we went to get her cigarettes and smoke them we found a flavoured condom in her handbag. 'Kiss O Mint'. That was immediately taped to the chalkboard and every available class was marched through to see it.
The next time we took everything off of her desk and turned it around backwards, placed everything carefully back on the top as it should have been so that when she sat down she racked her knees. From then on out everything involved her desk. I purchased some very heavy duty quick drying glue and one lunch hour we glued everything to the top of her desk and glued all her pens into the drawer. The next time we wrapped her desk in two rolls of cling film.
But the absolute best was two weeks later when we actually managed to shift this huge 1950's teachers desk out of the room, down the hall and hid it in the boys bathroom. She returned after lunch and went berserk. She actually started crying and went from classroom to classroom crying out 'Donde esta mi escritorio?' She couldn't even function in english she was so upset.
I feel kinda bad now as she was a nice lady and we drove her nuts. She was very emotional after her desk disappeared and she yelled and cried at the drop of a hat. She quit after the first year and went back to her hubby that she had seperated from.
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In High School we had this really dizzy Spanish teacher. She was dumb enough to trust us and let us stay in her classroom during the lunch period before our class began. First we took her cigarettes and smoked them all in the class. She came back and acused us of burning paper. But nothing ever came from it. The nest time we went to get her cigarettes and smoke them we found a flavoured condom in her handbag. 'Kiss O Mint'. That was immediately taped to the chalkboard and every available class was marched through to see it.
The next time we took everything off of her desk and turned it around backwards, placed everything carefully back on the top as it should have been so that when she sat down she racked her knees. From then on out everything involved her desk. I purchased some very heavy duty quick drying glue and one lunch hour we glued everything to the top of her desk and glued all her pens into the drawer. The next time we wrapped her desk in two rolls of cling film.
But the absolute best was two weeks later when we actually managed to shift this huge 1950's teachers desk out of the room, down the hall and hid it in the boys bathroom. She returned after lunch and went berserk. She actually started crying and went from classroom to classroom crying out 'Donde esta mi escritorio?' She couldn't even function in english she was so upset.
I feel kinda bad now as she was a nice lady and we drove her nuts. She was very emotional after her desk disappeared and she yelled and cried at the drop of a hat. She quit after the first year and went back to her hubby that she had seperated from.