wood shop
in 8th grade i had a wood shop teacher for half a semester named mr. standard, a huge, gruff, angry black man. all of his fingers were still intact, but he had a penchant for wearing pink and purple fuzzy sweaters, sitting at his desk and staring at absolutely nothing for half the class, and throwing various instruments of usage (mallets, desks, blocks of wood, whatever was near him) when he was enraged. he also enjoyed walking up behind people while they were at the jigsaw and screaming into their ear over the roar of the machine that they were GOING TO LOSE A FINGER if they were not careful, scaring the shit out of the jigsawing person...

at some point during the half semester i was in his class, he yelled at everyone in the class at least once. even me, and i pretty much just sat there and said nothing every day.

the entire class was scared shitless of him, so i never got to witness one of his infamous outrage bursts, which i kind of regret now.
( mayonessa, Wed 9 Nov 2005, 15:26, Reply)