Your Weirdest Teacher
The strangest teacher at my school used to practice his lessons at night. We'd watch through the classroom windows as he did his entire lesson, complete with questions to the class and telling off misbehaving students.
Were your teachers as strange? Of course they were...
( , Wed 9 Nov 2005, 13:43)
The strangest teacher at my school used to practice his lessons at night. We'd watch through the classroom windows as he did his entire lesson, complete with questions to the class and telling off misbehaving students.
Were your teachers as strange? Of course they were...
( , Wed 9 Nov 2005, 13:43)
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My first two years of French, we had a woman, Ms. Crutchfield. The woman would talk to the crickets behind the bookcases (and give them French names). She doted on about her two cats, Kirky and Spocky. She would cut her own hair (it was very obvious), and once when she felt like her contact lense wasn't working, she put another one on top of it.
In the second semester of my sophomore year, she returned from a little 'vacation' (*cough* nervous breakdown). We were being our typical rowdy selves. For some reason, we all got dead quiet at the same time and looked up at her. Her eye twitched, she started gathering her books and muttering. In the middle of muttering, she looked up at us and shouted for us to leave. We dashed and took 3 lunch periods before alerting the administrators. She had to be escorted back into the building to claim her belongings. I have stories and stories on that nut.
( , Mon 14 Nov 2005, 10:35, Reply)
My first two years of French, we had a woman, Ms. Crutchfield. The woman would talk to the crickets behind the bookcases (and give them French names). She doted on about her two cats, Kirky and Spocky. She would cut her own hair (it was very obvious), and once when she felt like her contact lense wasn't working, she put another one on top of it.
In the second semester of my sophomore year, she returned from a little 'vacation' (*cough* nervous breakdown). We were being our typical rowdy selves. For some reason, we all got dead quiet at the same time and looked up at her. Her eye twitched, she started gathering her books and muttering. In the middle of muttering, she looked up at us and shouted for us to leave. We dashed and took 3 lunch periods before alerting the administrators. She had to be escorted back into the building to claim her belongings. I have stories and stories on that nut.
( , Mon 14 Nov 2005, 10:35, Reply)
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