by Articsledder » Fri Apr 13, 2012 2:39 am
I've been pretty lucky with the draw on having mostly good teachers my whole life, however the 2 French teachers I have had have been absolute nut jobs.
For 7-8 Grade I had this lady in her 50s. Pretty much the entire class thought she was bi-polar. She would be really nice some days but the like the next day or even the same class she would go on half and hour rants.
Day 1 of her class:
didn't bring book cover, she gives me paper and tellsmme to make one out in the hall. So while I'm sitting there she is ranting about how she won't hand us supplies, if you need to staple your project it's late, bring your own scissors, blah blah blah. I'm sitting outside finishing up the cover oblivious to this, and walked in and asked for some scissors right after she was done ranting.
Complete silence. She just stared forward, slowly took scissors from the desk and handed me them lol
Another time she was yelling at one of my friends for talking, and my other friend was next to him. The other friend always has the sort of smiling face, and he's like always happy. The French teacher thought of him as a good student and would laugh at jokes he made sometimes.
So she finishes yelling at Friend one, then turns to friend 2. She screams at him "NOW WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE". He says what smirk, really surprised. "IM ON TO YOU AND YOUR SHENANIGANS"
she then returned to her desk and had us continue working. We were all like wtf.
My other (current) French teacher is a former marine around the age of 35. He's a really nice guy, but he has the senses and attentiveness of a 90 year old person. You can literally do almost anything in his class. One time I turned his podium around, and he didn't notice it was backward (as he stood at it) until class was almost over. Another kid always makes this whistling noise. Every once in a while he will just be like "wow they really need to fix this furnace", and he will go out into the hall to find the source of the noise lol.
This one time I managed to de-rail 2 classes with him. Right after we moved back into the main building when renovations were finished, we were talking about one of the chapters when the weird shape of the room came up. I mentioned the class next door, my history class, had 7 walls (true). He then said, oh how does this one have? I said 6 which was true. He asks, are you sure? Yes I said, and I counted the walls again out loud. But a you sure? Yes, and I counted them again. He said are you sure again, then walked through a connecting door into the other class and started counting their walls. We could hear them laughing. Not a single note was taken that day.
So yeah, no shitty teachers, just batshit insane French teachers.
So, when she's done yelling
aend tehn teh cahirs began to snip
