I had a teacher in high school who lobbed erasers at sleeping students during our contemporary politics class.Also from back in the day when no student would dare go home and repeat anything bad the teacher'd said to them -- because parents were inclined to believe their children WERE capable of doing wrong:
- You've got Diarrhea of the Mouth and Constipation of the Brain.
- (When a student was sitting there with nothing on his paper) Oh, I see you're drawing Moses crossing the Red Sea. The Israelites have already crossed over, the Egyptians haven't arrived yet, and the Red Sea's drawn back.
In context, that would be funny! You know the Gary Goldberg shows ended with "Sit Ubu Sit, Good Dog", right? So if a teacher had to repeatedly say to a student "Sit Johnny, sit" when the kid finally sat down, "Good Dog" would be the following thing in my headone would say good dog
I had a teacher in high school who lobbed erasers at sleeping students during our contemporary politics class.
I also had an engineering professor who repeatedly would mutter "just do whatever winds your clock" when teaching us how to solve certain equations.
Did you perchance go to an all boys prep school?Man, I had a HS biology teacher who would dip a cotton ball in amonia and place it right under the nose of a sleeping student.If that didn't work, and I swear this is true and I witnessed it one time, he took a single firecracker and placed it under the sleeper's desk! There was no need for a level three escalation.
There is almost no way that would fly today. He was such a cool teacher. He demanded excellence, but also was understanding with problematic students (he worked closely with the principle on discipline). Sometimes he would magically appear in the classroom like Batman, I believe by crawling thorugh the drop ceiling, though I never actually saw him do that - he'd just be there. He would go to other teacher's classrooms that way too. He could also cure hiccups by "throwing them out the window." I really don't know how he did it. Sadly, just a couple of years after I had graduated he was murdered by a former student. The last time I entered my high school was for a memorial that any of his former students could attend.
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Did you perchance go to an all boys prep school?
You've got Diarrhea of the Mouth
You have no idea. Just to throw out one example, I recently had an accident and had a very visible ... I'll just say boo-boo. On my face. Very noticeable. Of course I told my students what happened, that it wasn't painful, and that it would heal. One of my students laughed at me (out of control laughed) and said she hoped it would scar. Most of the class looked at her like, "Really?" But, yeah, these kids exist.If you could hear some of the offensive things kids say to teachers these days, it's a wonder the teachers aren't telling the kids to shut the bleep up or get the bleep out!
Wow. I've taught two murderers over the years, but none that murdered a teacher.Sadly, just a couple of years after I had graduated he was murdered by a former student.