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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Lord I've had too many
(Edited from a much longer and boring post.)
Two of my college professors believe I'm a troublemaker because I ask questions, encourage class discussion, and actually tell somebody that their work is bad if it is bad instead of holding their hand and being polite. (One of them was failing me because she assumed I was trying to be different and have an attitude, when in fact, she was just a bad teacher and taught about black history, rather than writing.)
All of my high school English classes - no grammar, just book rape. I can't even look at Hamlet without cringing.
Eleventh grade history - Fat arsed white rabiddyke who would wail about how "AMERICA BELONGS TO YOU! IT BELONGS TO BLACK AMERICA! YOU HELPED CREATE THIS COUNTRY!" It just scared my black classmates into hiding under their desks, muttering about how much of a crazy bitch she was. She pissed off most of the white kids in class and I swung from left to center after putting up with her shit. (I'm still amazed how many kids left her class with an appreciation for white pride, which came out of hatred for her horseshit.) She also never admitted her mistakes, she was still trying to live the womyns' movement from the 80s, wore the biggest fucking shoulder pads I've ever seen, and it only added to our amusement when we found out she was a dyke and it wasn't just in our school child brains.
Eleventh grade psychology - My teacher had an ASPCA poster in his classroom of a cow with all of the skin ripped off, posters of aborted fetuses, insisted coffee wasn't addictive just becaue he drank it, and in one memorable class, he told us that masturbation was healthy and he encouraged us to masturbate. If he didn't leer at me everytime I made eye contact with him, if he didn't look like a paedophile, and if he wasn't the creepiest fucking *teacher* I've had, I'd see nothing wrong with that. God, he was gross.
I'm now a freshman in college, I couldn't pass eighth grade science if you gave me the textbook and all the answers, and I'm actually scared for my future because of how fucking unprepared public school leaves you.
( , Wed 16 Nov 2005, 7:54, Reply)
(Edited from a much longer and boring post.)
Two of my college professors believe I'm a troublemaker because I ask questions, encourage class discussion, and actually tell somebody that their work is bad if it is bad instead of holding their hand and being polite. (One of them was failing me because she assumed I was trying to be different and have an attitude, when in fact, she was just a bad teacher and taught about black history, rather than writing.)
All of my high school English classes - no grammar, just book rape. I can't even look at Hamlet without cringing.
Eleventh grade history - Fat arsed white rabiddyke who would wail about how "AMERICA BELONGS TO YOU! IT BELONGS TO BLACK AMERICA! YOU HELPED CREATE THIS COUNTRY!" It just scared my black classmates into hiding under their desks, muttering about how much of a crazy bitch she was. She pissed off most of the white kids in class and I swung from left to center after putting up with her shit. (I'm still amazed how many kids left her class with an appreciation for white pride, which came out of hatred for her horseshit.) She also never admitted her mistakes, she was still trying to live the womyns' movement from the 80s, wore the biggest fucking shoulder pads I've ever seen, and it only added to our amusement when we found out she was a dyke and it wasn't just in our school child brains.
Eleventh grade psychology - My teacher had an ASPCA poster in his classroom of a cow with all of the skin ripped off, posters of aborted fetuses, insisted coffee wasn't addictive just becaue he drank it, and in one memorable class, he told us that masturbation was healthy and he encouraged us to masturbate. If he didn't leer at me everytime I made eye contact with him, if he didn't look like a paedophile, and if he wasn't the creepiest fucking *teacher* I've had, I'd see nothing wrong with that. God, he was gross.
I'm now a freshman in college, I couldn't pass eighth grade science if you gave me the textbook and all the answers, and I'm actually scared for my future because of how fucking unprepared public school leaves you.
( , Wed 16 Nov 2005, 7:54, Reply)
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