Unfiltered Story #46612

USA | Unfiltered

Back in grade school, I had a lovely but somewhat sassy teacher named Mrs. Lemora. She was a black woman who was kind and very intelligent but since we are in the south (texas) you could really hear the “ghetto” edge in her voice if she was speaking passionately about something or reprimanding someone. Like the kind of woman who would roll their neck and speak somewhat slurry in Ebonics. Nonetheless it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary since we were from a very black dominated part of town. I really liked Mrs. Lemora because she was the perfect balance of nice and understanding but not so much as to let unruly student walk all over her. To this day my favorite thing she ever said was when all the students were scurrying around trying to find their materials or something and then their seats. I sat down before most of the others and saw her walk into the classroom and stand in the front looking at her kids patiently but with a bit of a contorted face before drawing out the “ghetto” tone in the funniest way:

Mrs Lemora: “Yall up in here running aroun’ like a bunch of little ANNTS!”

In heighsight it probably wasn’t that funny, but the way this intelligent woman flipped over her tone and so accurately described what they all indeed looked like just stuck with me. I just couldn’t forget about it even years later. To this day if I happen to be around kids and a similar situation arises I do my best to mimic her tone and everything saying the same thing. Its funny how certain things stick to you. Ants. Pfft.

Unfiltered Story #46611

Southern Utah, USA | Unfiltered

(I took a poetry class in college as part of my English major. We read some abstract poems and discussed possible interpretations in class. Our exam was the same thing–read a poem, write an interpretation, and explain how we came up with it. I was not happy when I saw my grade and the professor’s notes.)

Professor (on Returned Exam): Score 15/30. Good interpretation, but the poem actually means this…

(The next few exams were pretty much the same. I realized that I could figure out what the professor’s interpretation was and write that as if it was my own, but I felt that would be dishonest to myself. So I kept writing my own interpretations.

Several months later, my wife (girlfriend at the time) met up with this professor at some university event and mentioned that she was engaged to me.)

Professor: Oh, I know [My Name]. He took my poetry class last semester.

Wife: He told me he didn’t like that class very much.

Professor: Why not? He’s very smart, and he wrote very well. He might be a genius.

Wife: But you gave him a C.

Professor: … I did?

(And that’s one of the reasons I changed from an English major to a Psychology major.)

Unfiltered Story #46608

Erie, Pa | Unfiltered

Our university bookstore is fortunate to have a rental program that allows students to rent certain titles instead of buying them. They save a little money, we get compensated by publishers. Everyone is happy. However, to rent a book a customer has to have a credit card. They don’t necessarily have to pay with the card, but I have to be able to put a hold on the card as insurance in case the students don’t return the book.
Kid wants to rent his book, but wants to pay cash. Fine but I need a credit card to put on the account

Customer: “My card isn’t activated”

Me: “Well you need to activate it or you can’t rent the book”

Customer: “I don’t know how. Could you do it for me?”

(Fairly sure that is illegal, even if it wasn’t, we were swamped. I couldn’t step away from the register, hold up the line to set up this guy’s credit card

Me: I can’t activate your card for you. All you have to do is call the number on the sticker”

Customer: “But it’s MLK day”

Me: “It’s automated, it’s 24/7”

He steps aside and activates his card and comes back. I run it through, everything is fine so he needs to pay $93.57 in cash for the book. He starts counting and realizes he is getting low and doesn’t want to pay that much

Customer: “What if I just give you $90 and we’re square?”

(Yeah, that’s illegal too)

Me: “you have to pay for the entire book”

Customer:?*grumbles* “Fine”

He hands me $100, I give him change and silently hope I never see that idiot again

Unfiltered Story #46609

ON, Canada | Unfiltered

(In Canada, we’ve had plastic bills now for some time. This is while discussing the utility of different forms of currency.)

Teacher: “Here we can see why coins are better than bills. You, you know, as a human, could not rip a coin apart on your own. But a bill you could easily tear.”

Student #1: “No, sir-”

Teacher: “That’s why coins have more durability. Durability.”

Student #2: “We have plastic bills, though.”

Teacher: “No, look.” *grabs scrap paper from desk and rips it in half* “See? It’s not as durable.”

Student #1: “Sir, you can’t rip plastic. It’s made to last longer.”

Teacher: “And if it’s put in the wash, or something…”

Student #2: “It’s plastic.”

Student #3: “I have one, I think.”

Student #1: “Yeah, me too, look.”

Teacher: “Really?”

Student #2: “Yes.”

Unfiltered Story #46607

Salem, Oregon, U.S.A | Unfiltered

In my Spanish class, we were learning new vocabulary, and one of our words was cacahuete, pronounced with hard A’s. My teacher pronounced the word, and the class started laughing. Then she told us the translation, peanut, but with her Mexican accent it sounded like something else. The class couldn’t pull back together after that.