mr-lizard reminded me a couple pages back
of the teacher I had when I was 14-15 years old. I feel bad for her now, as I had another class with her two years after this one, and she was great. When I first had her for English, it was her first year teaching, and she was still doing night classes at the time so she could get a job with her desired speciality. Unfortunately for her, she got stuck with most of the worst in my class. It was nominally a normal class, but their were only four of us out of the 30 who could be called literate, and the rest had simply been passed on from one grade to the next because the school district could be bothered with having a bunch of kids failing classes. Aside from being idiots, they were also pretty heartless with Ms. W. I remember she left the class crying at least three times that year.

The first one seemed a bit silly, occurring while we were watching "The Lord of The Flies." It was the only book in school I disliked enough that I just never finished reading it. In particular, I hated Piggy, which it seems was a common sentiment in my class. When Drew Carey took a boulder to the head, a cheer went up across the room, along with a good laugh that the fat kid had died. Ms. W was rather upset by this response, and choked out, "But this is supposed to be tragic guys! That represents the death of innocence on the island, you shouldn't be laughing!" Naturally this only made most of the class laugh even harder.

Later in the year she tried to shame them into making an effort. We had about a month to go before we'd have to take a state test to determine if we'd be able to move on to the next year. The people who sat to my left, the kid in front of him, the one in front of me, and myself were the only four students who were passing the class. We had averages between 92-96% for the class, and the class' overall average was somewhere around a 35%. The four of us started trying to stifle our laughter at the rest of the class, but we did a poor job of it and some of the others noticed. They didn't realise we were laughing at them, though, and soon the entire class was roaring with laughter, despite most of them not having a clue what they were laughing at.

Ms. W reminded them that they were all going to fail the class, which would mean either summer school or repeating the grade. For reasons unknown, they found this absolutely hysterical, and nearly pissed themselves laughing until Ms. W ran out the room crying. Justice was served about five minutes later, when the head of the English department came in a proceeded to utterly terrify the little bastards with her tirade.
( Ithyphallophobia, Wed 14 Sep 2011, 2:57, Reply)