Your Weirdest Teacher
The strangest teacher at my school used to practice his lessons at night. We'd watch through the classroom windows as he did his entire lesson, complete with questions to the class and telling off misbehaving students.
Were your teachers as strange? Of course they were...
( , Wed 9 Nov 2005, 13:43)
The strangest teacher at my school used to practice his lessons at night. We'd watch through the classroom windows as he did his entire lesson, complete with questions to the class and telling off misbehaving students.
Were your teachers as strange? Of course they were...
( , Wed 9 Nov 2005, 13:43)
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First one...
I can't remember my grade 12 math teacher's name, but he looked like Hans Moleman from the Simpsons so I'll call him that.
Mr Moleman was a short, fat man who smelled always like broccoli or some vegetable and had a thick layer of nicotine stains on his hands. He was blindly obsessed with math, and would often tell us to forget our other classes and concentrate on conics or whatever other crazy crap we were learning.
One day I was laughing at his reverence of math and suggested that we should all have numerical names.
He immediately replied, "D5," shutting me up.
D5? It turned out I was in the fourth row from the door, which could be considered row D, and I sat fifth from the front. So all along, he had mathematical names for us.
Incidentally, D4 was a cutie, and I went through all of grades 11 and 12 without ever noticing that she seemed to like me.
( , Thu 10 Nov 2005, 3:17, Reply)
I can't remember my grade 12 math teacher's name, but he looked like Hans Moleman from the Simpsons so I'll call him that.
Mr Moleman was a short, fat man who smelled always like broccoli or some vegetable and had a thick layer of nicotine stains on his hands. He was blindly obsessed with math, and would often tell us to forget our other classes and concentrate on conics or whatever other crazy crap we were learning.
One day I was laughing at his reverence of math and suggested that we should all have numerical names.
He immediately replied, "D5," shutting me up.
D5? It turned out I was in the fourth row from the door, which could be considered row D, and I sat fifth from the front. So all along, he had mathematical names for us.
Incidentally, D4 was a cutie, and I went through all of grades 11 and 12 without ever noticing that she seemed to like me.
( , Thu 10 Nov 2005, 3:17, Reply)
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