Unfiltered Story #45785

California | Unfiltered

(My school had a no gum in class rule but the kids would do it anyway. In the fourth grade, we were lined up for music class and a kid offered me a piece and since it was right after lunch, I took it. Sometime during class I raised my hand to answer a question and I moved the gum so I could talk but I guess my teacher could tell.)

Teacher: (yelling) Are you chewing gum?!

Me: yes…

(He literally throws his whiteboard marker on the ground and stares at me with his hands on his hips.)

Teacher: Get your stuff and go to the office, now!

(I left class and just sat in the office for the rest of the day, waiting for him to come to the office and yell at me some more but he never did. At the end of the day, I went outside to my bus, looking around to make sure the music teacher wasn’t there.)


Unfiltered Story #45783

Toronto, Ontario | Unfiltered

(My fiancée and I both have strong math backgrounds, so we do tutoring for side income. She’s an alumna of an all-girls school, and has just been tutoring a student from the same school)

Fiancée: There was an odd problem we had yesterday – maximizing the volume of a drum with no top given a fixed surface area of material. I guess they mean it had a bottom, but if you just assume it’s a tube I couldn’t get an answer.

Me: *does some math* “Seems like there is no maximum, the volume just keeps getting bigger the shorter and wider you make the tube.

Fiancée: “Good to know. It’s a dumb question though – who ever heard of a drum with no top? You need something to reverberate so it makes noise.”

Me: “No, like an oil drum. A metal barrel. You need a bottom so stuff doesn’t fall out.”

Fiancée: “Wait, that’s what they meant? This isn’t just me being a musician, her entire AP Calculus class interpreted it the same way!”

Fiancée: “This is what happens when men teach math!”

(Possible title ideas: “Just Keep Banging That Sexist Drum” – probably not literally that, but it might serve as inspiration)


Unfiltered Story #45782

Indiana, USA | Unfiltered

(I student teach in a second grade classroom. One day, a boy comes up to me, holding a sticky note.)

2nd Grader: Can you read this, I don’t understand Spanish.

Me; Sure!

(I take the sticky note, expecting to put my rudimentary Spanish skills to use, except it wasn’t Spanish… it was just written in cursive!)


Unfiltered Story #45784

UK | Unfiltered

(Our psychology lesson in our final year had us anonymously rank photos of the same boy or girl-our age-with computer generated differences such as big eyes, small eyes, fat, skinny, long hair, short hair, etc in order of dating preference. It was done online and would give average rank of each photo and total responses. I am bi and did both surveys. I’ve been wanting to come out but it just hadn’t come up. I thought, this is a good chance.)

Teacher: OK, we have our responses. 14 for boys and 10 for girls. Wait, that’s 24 responses in a class of 23. I didn’t do one. I think someone submitted twice somehow, but doesn’t matter.

Me: (smiling) Actually, I’m the one who submitted twice.

Teacher: Well, why?

Me: Because I ranked both boys and girls.

Class: (Varied reactions from nothing, curious, surprise, support etc. but nothing negative.)

Teacher: Oh, really? I see. I’m happy for you.


Male classmate: You guys not notice anything else with the response count?

Teacher: What do you mean?

Male classmate: Count the boys and girls.

Teacher: OK. 10 boys, 13 girls. Oh!! And we have 14 responses for boys with only 13 girls.

Male classmate: Yes, me. I’m gay.

Class: (Similar reactions as earlier.)

Teacher: I’m happy for you too.

(I later heard the teacher still did this survey but let students not participate and ignored response count in case of potentially outing students who didn’t want to even though no one would know who unless we say so.)


Unfiltered Story #45773

Capitol Heights, MD | Unfiltered

I am teaching my students about man-made giants and we were discussing how skyscrapers look like they touch the clouds. I had my students stretch up their hands and pretend they picked up a cloud and ate it. I asked them what it tasted like, and these are some of my answers:

Student 1: “It tastes like a storm!”

Student 2: “It tastes like rain!”

Student 3: “It tastes like lots of candy!”

Student 4: “It tastes like snow!”

Student 5: “It tastes like a jar!”