"Slacker" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:I guess I should've added... I gave my 4th grade teacher a nervous
breakdown. It took a couple of months and I had to recruit some friends in
the class. It was hard work, but well worth the effort.
Some people shouldn't be working around or with children.
--
Slacker
I made my teacher QUIT ! ! ! And I was the ultimate goody-goody.
But in mid-primary-school, about year 4 or 5, my dreams came true, I got the
teacher who had been the sweetest, most highly desired teacher in the
school.
However she'd gotten married during the end of year break, and something
changed, whether she was being beaten by her hubby or what, but she came to
school each day with a major attitude, and became the teacher-from-hell.
We had a rule that we marked each others spelling, and if you mis-marked
someone, or got an error of your own, then you wrote the word 100 times.
I had 6 errors in total, so 600 words. I wrote them out, and brought them
the next day. But TTFH (The Teacher From Hell) was away, so I gave them to
the relief teacher who filled in for her.
Next day, TTFH returns and wants my words. I tell her I'd handed them in,
she doesn't believe me, and makes it 200 of each word, or 1200 words. I
refused, after all I'd done them. Next day, 2400 words, next day 4800 words.
This went on for the whole week, when we were into 5 figures, my Mum found
out and she got involved (the only time I ever remember my Mum ever getting
involved in almost anything at my school).
The teacher my Mum, and the Principal all meet, and the Principal decides to
drop it to 400 words.
My Mum tells me I'm not doing even 400, and thankfully she was a
professional typesetter, so using one of the earliest computerised IBM
typesetting machines (this was the early 70's), printed out 404 of the
words (the extra 4 were because of the column format she'd used) and sent
them in to the school with me. Teacher hit the roof, and the next day we
came in to find a new teacher, ours had quit unexpectedly. I became a hero
with the rest of the class who all week had earnestly been watching with
interest the number written in the top corner of the board that was keeping
tally of how many words I was due to bring in, as they believed I had freed
them from the tyranny of TTFH.
Now to keep this OT, I suppose I'd better add that I rode my bike to school
each day, but then again, Mtn Bikes didn't exist, so we just beat the hell
out of whatever we had - From memory an "Apollo" or "Malvern Star" with a
grand total of TEN GEARS! ! ! !
Ezookiel
