Category: Teachers

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Sometimes School Is Just A Lot Of Noise

| USA | Bad Behavior, Movies & TV, Teachers

(We are watching a video in class when a student walks in.)

Student: “Excuse me, [Teacher #2] wants you to lower the volume.”

My Teacher: “Okay, no problem.”

(After the student leaves the teacher raises the volume and laughs. The next day, we are finishing the video when we hear loud noise coming from Teacher #2’s classroom.)

My Teacher: “Okay, then…”

(She raises our volume, which leads Teacher #2 to raise the volume of her video. The rest of the class was basically a noise war.)

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Going To New Lengths To Prove Her Point

| Lancaster, PA, USA | Awesome, Math & Science, Teachers

(This happens in first grade math class.)

Teacher: *holds up a ruler* “Do you know what this is?”

Student #1: *raises hand* “A ruler!”

Teacher: “Good! Who knows what it’s for?”

Student #2: *raises hand* “Measuring things.”

Teacher: “Measuring things? Okay.” *holds ruler out in front of her and looks at it* “I weigh ten pounds!”

Class: *confused looks on our faces*

Teacher: “What? That’s measuring!”

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Hotdogs And Air-horns And Balls, Oh My

| VA, USA | Awesome, Bizarre/Silly, Teachers

(My math class takes place in the trailers of my high school. Each trailer has two classrooms, with a door in the thin wall that they share. My math teacher happens to be pretty laid back and also close friends with the teacher next door. During my math period, the teacher next door doesn’t have a class. This leads to these events.)

Story #1:

(My math teacher has brought in two huge packs of soda for an experiment we’re about to do.)

Math Teacher: “Okay, guys, I bought, like, 100 sodas for you so please don’t waste them. Anyway, we’re going to—”

Other Teacher: *pokes head in class through door* “Actually, I was the one who bought the sodas.” *goes back into his classroom*

Math Teacher: *opens door and shouts* “OK, WELL, I BOUGHT YOU THAT HOTDOG!” *closes door*

Other Teacher: *after a few seconds of not replying, he slowly pokes his head back in* “It was a really good hotdog…”

Story #2:

(My math teacher has decided to use an air-horn sound effect to signal when we’re out of time to do our worksheet. He plays it fairly loudly.)

Math Teacher: *plays air-horn effect*

(Then, very faintly, we hear the same sound effect coming from next door.)

Class: *silently looks at Math Teacher to see what he will do*

Math Teacher: *proceeds to spam air-horn sound effect super loudly*

Other Teacher: *does the same*

(After a while of doing this, they both eventually stop.)

Classmate: “[Math Teacher], can we all go in there and spam the sound effect on our phones?”

Math Teacher: *laughs* “No, of course not.” *thinks for a few moments* “Ok, well, maybe after class.”

(And we did exactly that.)

Story #3:

(We’re in class learning when all of a sudden we hear loud bangs from, of course, next door.)

Math Teacher: “What the heck is that?” *pokes head in other class* “Ah.”

(The class just sits there, realizing that the sounds are coming from the other teacher next door bouncing a ball against the wall.)

Math Teacher: *grabs a golf ball and a putter from a shelf, along with a plastic cup, and heads next door; he then returns, smiling* “There we go. That should be better.”

(Cue the sounds of a golf ball rolling around and a lot of ” THAT’S BULL-S***” for the rest of the class.)

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Named And Shamed

| Seven Oaks, Kent, England | Bad Behavior, Teachers

(My given name is Elisabetta but it’s always been shortened to Lissi (rhymes with kissy). We’ve had a new maths teacher for about five weeks and he has, so far, called me Lisa, Lucy, Alicia, and about six other names, even though I’ve repeatedly told him my name. His name is – let’s say Mr Jones.)

Teacher: “So, Leanna, can you tell us the answer to #4…? Leanna…? Umm, Melissa?”

Rest Of Class: “LISSI!”

Me: “Sorry, Mr James. I didn’t realise you were talking to me.”

(Variations of this keep happening and, each time he gets my name wrong, I do it back to him. This goes on for another month until he finally snaps.)

Teacher: “Elizabeth, do you really think I don’t know what you’re doing…? Elizabeth…? That’s it! Headmaster. Now!”

(So we go see the headmaster, who has been my headmaster for four years. The teacher tells him I’m rude and a troublemaker.)

Headmaster: “What’s the problem? You’ve never been brought to me before.”

Me: “Ask Mr. Jackson my name.” *the headmaster looks confused* “Go on. Ask Mr. Jameson what my name is.”

Headmaster: “What is going on? Mr. Jones, what is this girl’s name?”

(The teacher just looks from me to the headmaster for a bit before shrugging.)

Teacher: “I’m sorry, I just can’t remember. YOU know what it’s like. I can’t be expected to know all of their names.”

Me: “He hasn’t got my name correct once. If he can’t show me the most common curtesy of calling me by my name then I don’t see why I should have to do it to him.”

Teacher: “How dare you talk to me like that?! I have over 100 names to remember. I will not—”

Headmaster: “I believe Lissi’s right. Respect is earnt, not doled out automatically, especially from teenagers. If you can’t show her the most basic sign of respect and get her name right by now, then there’s nothing I can do to force it from her. I suggest you learn her name, Mr. Jones, and start treating her like a vital part of our school.”

(It only took him two more lessons — and being called Mr. Phones & Mr. Bones — for him to start calling me by my name.)

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Oh, The Horror!

| Glasgow, Scotland, UK | Books & Reading, Language & Words, Teachers

(I am in high school and have been given an assignment where we have to write a story about anything we want. I write a horror story about a man who’s being stalked. About a week after I give it to my teacher, she asks me to stay after class.)

Me: “What did you want to tell me?”

Teacher: “I read that story you wrote. Are you okay?”

Me: “What?”

Teacher: “Who’s hurting you?”

Me: “No one.”

Teacher: “Are you being stalked?”

Me: “No.”

Teacher: “Tell the truth.”

Me: “I’m fine. It was just a story.”

Teacher: “Is there someone you don’t like? Someone who makes you angry?”

Me: “No, absolutely not!”

Teacher: “I don’t believe you. Stay here. I need to make a phone call.”

(About ten minutes later the cops show up)

Cop: “What’s the problem here?”

Teacher: “It’s [My Name]. He’s clearly depressed or insane. He’s planning something. I know it. Look at what he wrote.” *gives them my story*

(The cop tells the teacher to leave the room.)

Cop: “What made you decide to write this story?”

Me: “I’ve always been a fan of psychological horror and I decided to try it for myself.”

Cop: “It’s a very good story. You should ace this.”

Me: “Thanks.”

(The cops tried to talk some sense into my teacher and left. She gave me a high mark on my story but still made an appointment for me with the school counselor and threatened me with detention it I didn’t go.)

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