The Weird Kid In Class
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
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( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
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Weird teacher
Maybe it's because my parents divorced when I was nine and I'd developed a mistrust of adults and authority, but I always founds the teachers weirder than the students, even in primary school.
One moment that stands out is when my year six teacher Mrs S. started to bollock me and my friend Ross because our younger brothers had been caught having a competition to see who could urinate the highest up the urinal wall. She went on a two minute rant about how disgusting it was. I remember looking around and seeing that the rest of the class, despite our young age, were equally bemused as to what was going on. I actually stood up to her, saying, "Sorry, have I done something wrong, or has my brother?"
This is the same teacher who told us that Jesus died for all our sins, and then bollocked me for asking if that meant that the guy who killed the kids at Dunblane (then a topical story) was in heaven. I didn’t know it at the time, but that moment started my slow but sure lapse from Catholicism…
( , Sun 21 Jan 2007, 20:16, Reply)
Maybe it's because my parents divorced when I was nine and I'd developed a mistrust of adults and authority, but I always founds the teachers weirder than the students, even in primary school.
One moment that stands out is when my year six teacher Mrs S. started to bollock me and my friend Ross because our younger brothers had been caught having a competition to see who could urinate the highest up the urinal wall. She went on a two minute rant about how disgusting it was. I remember looking around and seeing that the rest of the class, despite our young age, were equally bemused as to what was going on. I actually stood up to her, saying, "Sorry, have I done something wrong, or has my brother?"
This is the same teacher who told us that Jesus died for all our sins, and then bollocked me for asking if that meant that the guy who killed the kids at Dunblane (then a topical story) was in heaven. I didn’t know it at the time, but that moment started my slow but sure lapse from Catholicism…
( , Sun 21 Jan 2007, 20:16, Reply)
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