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Stones in glass houses, child.My 10th grade earth science teacher was a real dullered.
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Stones in glass houses, child.My 10th grade earth science teacher was a real dullered.
I'm honestly more surprised you didn't quote the part where I mentioned the teacher couldn't spell.Stones in glass houses, child.
I forgot. You also made another obvious mistake but the moment has passed.I'm honestly more surprised you didn't quote the part where I mentioned the teacher couldn't spell.
reminds me of how embarrassed I was when I told my parents my teacher was niggardly.Stones in glass houses, child.
You think that’s bad, my dad was the assistant principal at my elementary school. I had to prove to everyone there that I wasn’t a narc so that meant getting trouble and plus I’m a funny nigga so you know I had some great bits going. Got sent to my dad like 10 times for fighting mostly, Jesus that always sucked cock. Once was for swinging on the rope on the flag pole, that one was bad. Maybe that’s why I’m not friends with the man these daysMy mom was a teacher at my elementary school so i got sent to her her room instead of the principal. She had an office attached to her room and would beat the shit out of me in there.
One of our high school teachers was dying of brain cancer and the school would not insure her fully for cancer treatment unless she kept working. Keep in mind I was going to high school in basically the highest tax bracket in NY but whatever. School was drowning in money. But they made this poor teacher work because her insurance contract required it. She would wear a giant bright wig because she lost all of her hair and change her wigs every week to something new.I sold weed to 3 of my teachers by the time I was a senior in high school.
You went to school in NY, but you call it "university?" I thought only fags, Brits, and Canadians called it thatOne of our high school teachers was dying of brain cancer and the school would not insure her fully for cancer treatment unless she kept working. Keep in mind I was going to high school in basically the highest tax bracket in NY but whatever. School was drowning in money. But they made this poor teacher work because her insurance contract required it. She would wear a giant bright wig because she lost all of her hair and change her wigs every week to something new.
She taught physics and theoretical physics and the courses were brutal. But if you passed them you could use them as college credits. So if you took four of her courses in high school, you would be two years ahead in theoretical physics before you even began university which was insane.
She had a system where she would read all of our test scores out loud to the entire class starting from highest to lowest. So she would start like "Andrea Smith.....97" down to "Louis Beans.....25". And announce to everyone that you had failed. So when you passed but your friends had failed it was impossible not to laugh. If you laughed at any point she would make you solve some impossible problem on the chalkboard and berate you for being wrong. And she loved to call anyone who made mistake an idiot and everyone hated her.
Once her cancer became really bad she was smoking pot that one of the former students had sold her. She would sit at her desk for the day and not work while someone else taught. Then she just was like the guys from the Sopranos working construction where she would just show up and lounge in an office while others worked her classes. But we knew that she was smoking weed because her clothes reeked of it which was yet another reason we would laugh and get punished. Because her eyes would be blood red and with those stupid pink wigs she looked like a Dr. Seuss character.
You make another account for posting shit like this or stick with the Abe roleplay you fucking schizo.I mostly had pretty cool teachers. I was the favorite a few times without ever being a kiss ass. Two cunts jump to mind though: grade 5, the teacher was a stupid Newfie bitch who would legit fuck with me to purposely make me freak out. I kicked a door off one of the hinges at 10 years old because this cunt told me I wasn't allowed to go on a ski trip (which she didn't even have the authority to do). She stopped fucking with me after she made me call my mother at work to tell her I was being a bastard or something. As soon as I heard my mom's voice, I threw the phone right at that cunt's mouth as hard as I could and just walked away. I wanted to knock her fucking teeth out but she just had a fat lip. My mom told her she deserved worse and to never bother her at work again.
The other one was my grade 10 English teacher. She wasn't nearly as bad but she was a man-hating butch dyke and she'd give all the guys a "try me" tough guy attitude like she wanted to fight. I always just wanted to be like "I hope you realize I could knock you the fuck out." I shoulder-checked her in the hall one time because she was staring me down. She didn't do or say shit at the time, she just looked embarrassed and fucked off. She tried to get me in shit with the principal later and I just kept saying it was an accident.
I hate women.
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