I remember in grade 8 we had this midget teacher named "Ms. Winnech" (I never figured out her first name)
Anyways, this Winnech bitch was a midget, probably 4'5 or something. She could give a blow job without kneeling down.
She ruled the class with an iron fist: there would be absolutely no talking, joking, or whispering in her class -- absolute silence.
She achieved this by F**KING YELLING AT STUDENTS with her banshee voice. I don't think my 13 years old self can out yell her, because that midget knew how to vocally project her voice LIKE F**KING THIS!
She was mediocre teacher at best but I figured she couldn't hack it for high school so she taught middle school, where she could bully grade 8 kids similar to her height.
Imagine her teaching high school and berating the students.
The class Alpha male (usually a black kid) would tell her to shut the f**k up and sit the f**k down. Then she could run to the washroom and cried, so she resigned and migrated to middle school.
The teachers in public school systems are generally horrible.
Anytime there's a c**ky/hot-shot teacher yelling at a class, I hope an angry student would beat the sh*t out of the teacher.
And it has happened somewhere in America.
God bless the student, and God bless you too.
We had this huge teacher called Mr. Clements. He was about 35 stone, he was old and smelly. He had a grey beard and was in his 50's, everybody had no respect for him and he taught Geography.
People used to call him a fat smelly piece of sh*t to his face, and whenever we were in class I always tried to learn what I could from him to make him think he was at least helping someone.
His mother died and he took loads of time off (I assume for depression) .__., sometimes he would fall asleep in class while he was sitting at the front in his chair.
When they announced his retirement in assembly everybody cheered, I felt really bad for him. But he did smell and he was grossly overweight, but he wasn't a bad guy really
We had this huge teacher called Mr. Clements. He was about 35 stone, he was old and smelly. He had a grey beard and was in his 50's, everybody had no respect for him and he taught Geography.
People used to call him a fat smelly piece of sh*t to his face, and whenever we were in class I always tried to learn what I could from him to make him think he was at least helping someone.
His mother died and he took loads of time off (I assume for depression) .__., sometimes he would fall asleep in class while he was sitting at the front in his chair.
When they announced his retirement in assembly everybody cheered, I felt really bad for him. But he did smell and he was grossly overweight, but he wasn't a bad guy really
That's horrible, I mean, you could be fat and still be respectable --- ah f**k, who am I kidding.
That's horrible, I mean, you could be fat and still be respectable --- ah f**k, who am I kidding.
Well yeah, even the other teachers used to say stuff to us when they were trying to make us laugh "Don't be bad or we'll get Mr Clements to breathe on you and you'll die".
It was pretty nasty now that I think about it. But he didn't do himself any favors, he could of at least showered, his breath really smelt horrible.
We had this huge teacher called Mr. Clements. He was about 35 stone, he was old and smelly. He had a grey beard and was in his 50's, everybody had no respect for him and he taught Geography.
People used to call him a fat smelly piece of sh*t to his face, and whenever we were in class I always tried to learn what I could from him to make him think he was at least helping someone.
His mother died and he took loads of time off (I assume for depression) .__., sometimes he would fall asleep in class while he was sitting at the front in his chair.
When they announced his retirement in assembly everybody cheered, I felt really bad for him. But he did smell and he was grossly overweight, but he wasn't a bad guy really
thats one of the saddest things ive ever heard, but also made me feel comforted in a way.
goddamn
Well yeah, even the other teachers used to say stuff to us when they were trying to make us laugh "Don't be bad or we'll get Mr Clements to breathe on you and you'll die".
It was pretty nasty now that I think about it. But he didn't do himself any favors, he could of at least showered, his breath really smelt horrible.
You know what, f**k him. If he doesn't have the common decency to brush his f**king teeth (or chew gum) then he deserves to be made fun of.
You know what, f**k him. If he doesn't have the common decency to brush his f**king teeth (or chew gum) then he deserves to be made fun of.
I guess, but he'd spent his life at our school, he was a teacher for thirty years, there were old pictures of him when he was actually THIN.
They said his wife died and he turned to food and alcohol, so he ballooned in size, then his mother died as well and things got worse for him.
I dunno, if I could go back in time I would say sorry, or shake his hand or something.
He doesn't deserve to be cheered by four hundred children after spending his life trying to educate them, thirty years is a f**king long time.
I guess, but he'd spent his life at our school, he was a teacher for thirty years, there were old pictures of him when he was actually THIN.
They said his wife died and he turned to food and alcohol, so he ballooned in size, then his mother died as well and things got worse for him.
I dunno, if I could go back in time I would say sorry, or shake his hand or something.
He doesn't deserve to be cheered by four hundred children after spending his life trying to educate them, thirty years is a f**king long time.
So what you think of my teacher Ms Winnch?!
So what you think of my teacher Ms Winnch?!
Reminds me of one of our science teachers, very short and she could shout like a complete bitch. I remember one day a 6ft ni**er stood up to her and she f**king took him apart in front of the class.
He started crying and ran off, she used to throw pens at people, once she got in trouble because it hit someone in the eye and she thought she blinded them.
Man I hate short women. They make up for it by being c**ts.
anonymous is not Messenger. GTFO f**s.
anonymous is not Messenger. GTFO f**s.
Hey, you, hey, hey you stop that right now
Reminds me of one of our science teachers, very short and she could shout like a complete bitch. I remember one day a 6ft ni**er stood up to her and she f**king took him apart in front of the class.
He started crying and ran off, she used to throw pens at people, once she got in trouble because it hit someone in the eye and she thought she blinded them.
Man I hate short women. They make up for it by being c**ts.
I think short teachers become hostile because they're like fat chicks: they have to over compensate some way, shape or form.
Can't those midget bitches just relax and teach?
God damn.
Derp , had this smoking hot teacher in 5th grade.
I still remember her bending over and being able to see her tits.
my old maths teacher was the brother of anthony lapaglia the actor. he compensated by chain smoking 40 packs a day (he took multiple "breaks" a lesson) and throwing calculators and protractors at stupid kids. He'd make a few kids cry a week and then smoke and grin like the chesire cat for the rest of the lesson
When I was younger we had a this little midget teacher (who wasn't actually a midget but was indeed extremely short) named Mr. Bell.
All the kids used to call him Mr. Bell-end and when he got angry his entire face would change bright red like a strawberry so soon it became a sport to see who could get him to turn as red as possible.
Mr. Bell taught English and in our English class there was this little sh*thead weirdo named Adam who was too freaky for anybody to bully but too weird for anybody to hang out with.
One day we were in class and something extremely weird occured.
Mr. Bell : Blah, blah, blah, Shakespear, blah, blah, blah I don't know what I'm talking about.
Weird Kid: HEHEHehehehehe...
*Mr. Bell turns to look at him for a second before continuing to read from some dusty old textbook*
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
Mr. Bell: And WHAT is exactly that you find so amusing Mr. Lupton?
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
*Mr. Bell looks bemused, slowly turning red*
Weird Kid: I'VE GOT A PENCIL IN MY ANUS
The kid has actually managed to stick a pencil inside his a**hole during a class without anybody noticing.
This was when Mr. Bell snapped, he leapt over the desk and started wrestling with the kid who was just laughing hysterically.
We all stood in the corner just watching bemused as teachers suddenly filed in to extract the pencil from the boys rectum, who put up one hell of a fight.
Never seen the guy so red, looked like he was about to explode.
He quit a week later.
When I was younger we had a this little midget teacher (who wasn't actually a midget but was indeed extremely short) named Mr. Bell.
All the kids used to call him Mr. Bell-end and when he got angry his entire face would change bright red like a strawberry so soon it became a sport to see who could get him to turn as red as possible.
Mr. Bell taught English and in our English class there was this little sh*thead weirdo named Adam who was too freaky for anybody to bully but too weird for anybody to hang out with.
One day we were in class and something extremely weird occured.
Mr. Bell : Blah, blah, blah, Shakespear, blah, blah, blah I don't know what I'm talking about.
Weird Kid: HEHEHehehehehe...
*Mr. Bell turns to look at him for a second before continuing to read from some dusty old textbook*
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
Mr. Bell: And WHAT is exactly that you find so amusing Mr. Lupton?
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
*Mr. Bell looks bemused, slowly turning red*
Weird Kid: I'VE GOT A PENCIL IN MY ANUS
The kid has actually managed to stick a pencil inside his a**hole during a class without anybody noticing.
This was when Mr. Bell snapped, he leapt over the desk and started wrestling with the kid who was just laughing hysterically.
We all stood in the corner just watching bemused as teachers suddenly filed in to extract the pencil from the boys rectum, who put up one hell of a fight.
Never seen the guy so red, looked like he was about to explode.
He quit a week later.
I lol'd heartily.
You're the first person I've seen on anonymous who tells stories in the same way as me.
When I was younger we had a this little midget teacher (who wasn't actually a midget but was indeed extremely short) named Mr. Bell.
All the kids used to call him Mr. Bell-end and when he got angry his entire face would change bright red like a strawberry so soon it became a sport to see who could get him to turn as red as possible.
Mr. Bell taught English and in our English class there was this little sh*thead weirdo named Adam who was too freaky for anybody to bully but too weird for anybody to hang out with.
One day we were in class and something extremely weird occured.
Mr. Bell : Blah, blah, blah, Shakespear, blah, blah, blah I don't know what I'm talking about.
Weird Kid: HEHEHehehehehe...
*Mr. Bell turns to look at him for a second before continuing to read from some dusty old textbook*
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
Mr. Bell: And WHAT is exactly that you find so amusing Mr. Lupton?
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
*Mr. Bell looks bemused, slowly turning red*
Weird Kid: I'VE GOT A PENCIL IN MY ANUS
The kid has actually managed to stick a pencil inside his a**hole during a class without anybody noticing.
This was when Mr. Bell snapped, he leapt over the desk and started wrestling with the kid who was just laughing hysterically.
We all stood in the corner just watching bemused as teachers suddenly filed in to extract the pencil from the boys rectum, who put up one hell of a fight.
Never seen the guy so red, looked like he was about to explode.
He quit a week later.
Wow, that's f**king hilarious. He pulled a pencil out of a kid's ass.
Haha.
That's some smelly fingers right there.
I already told this one before with more details but here I go.
Back in 3rd grade we went to the movies. I was f**k yeah and asked money to my mom, she gave me $2 f**kawesome dollars to get popcorn/candy whatever.
So, the day comes we go and see a movie (don't remember which one) and while getting out of the theater I decided to use my money on some delicious popcorn (the smaller one with pretty wicked butter).
I buy it, the cashier was really nice and everything feels f**kin alright. Then my teacher, a stupid chubby bitch aged around 50 says to me: WHAT are YOU doing, you are not supposed to eat/buy anything, I was like "wait, why?" she didn't answer and took my popcorn away.
But that's not all, she passed the popcorn to ALL my classmates, they all enjoyed it.
I just stood there watching, yeah..
My old english teacher was awesome. He was about 65 or so and used a walking stick. One of the super sluts tripped him over on purpose because he told her to tuck her boobs back into her shirt and pay attention in class. When he fell he did something to make his knee worse and retired shortly after. A few of us were really pissed to lose someone so awesome because of what some skank did.
So we bullied her relentlessy. to the point that we would trip her up and push her over at the canteen line for everyone to see (and because everyone knew what she did everyone found it funny).
I never felt bad watching her cry in the sand.
We had this teacher called Ms.Beggs, this fat little aboriginal woman who nobody could understand.
Every time she came into class everyone would chant BEGGS BEGGS BEGGS.
One day it got particularly nasty - she started crying and telling us to stop and instead of having common decency I piped up (because she was abo for you usaf**s) "didgereeDO you feel okay?"
Man I was a little sh*t.
Wow you guys were all c**ts. I'd hate to be a teacher in this day and age.
My teacher in school
We had this teacher called Ms.Beggs, this fat little aboriginal woman who nobody could understand.
Every time she came into class everyone would chant BEGGS BEGGS BEGGS.
One day it got particularly nasty - she started crying and telling us to stop and instead of having common decency I piped up (because she was abo for you usaf**s) "didgereeDO you feel okay?"
Man I was a little sh*t.
Oh lawd, I can't stop laughing at that.
I just told that one to my mother and she laughed and told me you were cruel lol
Wow you guys were all c**ts. I'd hate to be a teacher in this day and age.
I'm training to be an English teacher but I won't be teaching in the West.
I'm planning to teach English in Seoul in a few years where I'll command respect from the class but be fun and lovable at the same time.
All the kids will walk home from class talking about how hot and cool that new white English teacher will be
I'm actually going to be one of those extremely hot teachers that you encounter in school, how awesome is that? I'm going to wear deliberatly tight pencil skirts and bend over a lot.
I too had a midget teacher, Mrs Randall I think her name was. She stood on the desk often to teach, and taller kids would write on the top of the board so she couldn't wipe it off.
She would tell us stories about having kids when you're so small means all your insides get smooshed about and she had to be rearranged after...
There was Mr Klow, a hugely overweight technology teacher, who listened to Metallica and a lot of the slutty weird girls said they f**ked him.
We would, of course, sing the Mr Plow song, replaced with Klow.
He actually lost some weight I think.
My art teacher Mr Davis let me listen to nine inch nails, back in my artsy goth phase, and we would discuss such music. He was pretty cool.
The art teacher I had before him got fired because he pulled two kids apart in a fight by their hoods and their moronic parents complained. Wankers. He would tell us stories about kids eating the varnishes and vomiting, and stabbing themselves with scalpels.
I used to have an English who was the best teacher who ever taught me by a longshot. His name was Jim Doherty and he came out with some of the best quotes ever. Examples:
"One of us is stupid here and I'm the one with the degrees".
"I can't stop you from being stupid, kid, it's a free country."
This is what a past pupil said about him: James Dean of the classroom; leaning back in his chair; fell over; he did not move for a minute and then said,"yeah, the ceiling needs painting.Enough said
I'm training to be an English teacher but I won't be teaching in the West.
I'm planning to teach English in Seoul in a few years where I'll command respect from the class but be fun and lovable at the same time.
All the kids will walk home from class talking about how hot and cool that new white English teacher will be
I'm actually going to be one of those extremely hot teachers that you encounter in school, how awesome is that? I'm going to wear deliberatly tight pencil skirts and bend over a lot.
>implying women are respected in the east
I lol'd
I'm training to be an English teacher but I won't be teaching in the West.
I'm planning to teach English in Seoul in a few years where I'll command respect from the class but be fun and lovable at the same time.
All the kids will walk home from class talking about how hot and cool that new white English teacher will be
I'm actually going to be one of those extremely hot teachers that you encounter in school, how awesome is that? I'm going to wear deliberatly tight pencil skirts and bend over a lot.
Prepare to get raped.
Oh lawd, I can't stop laughing at that.
I just told that one to my mother and she laughed and told me you were cruel lol
..yeah it was pretty good, I have heaps of stories about her if you want to hear them
One time we had her as a substitute for my italian class, which was apparently the worst class in the school.
About five minutes into the lesson (after the chanting of course) everyone pelted her with balls of paper.
She got so scared she hid under her desk and called the principal to come and save her.
It was the most hilarious thing ever when the principal walked in to a room of teenagers throwing paper at a desk and having to help her up and reassure her everything was going to be okay
I already told this one before with more details but here I go.
Back in 3rd grade we went to the movies. I was f**k yeah and asked money to my mom, she gave me $2 f**kawesome dollars to get popcorn/candy whatever.
So, the day comes we go and see a movie (don't remember which one) and while getting out of the theater I decided to use my money on some delicious popcorn (the smaller one with pretty wicked butter).
I buy it, the cashier was really nice and everything feels f**kin alright. Then my teacher, a stupid chubby bitch aged around 50 says to me: WHAT are YOU doing, you are not supposed to eat/buy anything, I was like "wait, why?" she didn't answer and took my popcorn away.
But that's not all, she passed the popcorn to ALL my classmates, they all enjoyed it.
I just stood there watching, yeah..
That's a form of child abuse.
You should tell her "Hey lady, f**k you that's my pop corn!"
>implying women are respected in the east
I lol'd
You ever been to Korea? I have, and let me tell you in the main cities over there women are treated like idols.
Now, how do you think a slim, long-legged, small-waisted, busty, Caucasian red-head will be recieved in Korea?
I'm gonna be the stuff of students dreams...
Also, they practically worship anybody that can speak Hangul correctly.
..yeah it was pretty good, I have heaps of stories about her if you want to hear them
One time we had her as a substitute for my italian class, which was apparently the worst class in the school.
About five minutes into the lesson (after the chanting of course) everyone pelted her with balls of paper.
She got so scared she hid under her desk and called the principal to come and save her.
It was the most hilarious thing ever when the principal walked in to a room of teenagers throwing paper at a desk and having to help her up and reassure her everything was going to be okay
also in my first year of HS she told us that every time a student looked at porn on a school computer, a bell would ring in the department of education.
..this obviously led to people following her around saying DING DING DING
I used to have an English who was the best teacher who ever taught me by a longshot. His name was Jim Doherty and he came out with some of the best quotes ever. Examples:
"One of us is stupid here and I'm the one with the degrees".
"I can't stop you from being stupid, kid, it's a free country."
This is what a past pupil said about him: James Dean of the classroom; leaning back in his chair; fell over; he did not move for a minute and then said,"yeah, the ceiling needs painting.Enough said
Why are english teachers the best? My old highschool english teacher was 6'7" and would, instead of teaching the curriculum, tell stories about his adviceentures around the world. Somehow, by the time I reached the exams I knew everything required - apparently his wild tales taught me how to write essays and analyze shakespeare
Prepare to get raped.
Oh, but I'll be naughty...
I'll carry one of those little sticks you use for pointing things out on the blackboard.
If the class misbehaved I'd whip it across my thigh and walk around the class slowly, eyeing them all up.
I'd terrify the sh*t out of any teenagers who dare play up in my class.
You know besides all this kinky sh*t I want to do I really do want to teach properly? haha
This is just a bonus.
I'm looking forward to being somebodys midnight fantasy.
You ever been to Korea? I have, and let me tell you in the main cities over there women are treated like idols.
Now, how do you think a slim, long-legged, small-waisted, busty, Caucasian red-head will be recieved in Korea?
I'm gonna be the stuff of students dreams...
Also, they practically worship anybody that can speak Hangul correctly.
dear god post pics
I had a maths teacher in year 10-11. He used to flirt with me constantly and let me play xbox with him at break.
He asked for my number when i left school.
You ever been to Korea? I have, and let me tell you in the main cities over there women are treated like idols.
Now, how do you think a slim, long-legged, small-waisted, busty, Caucasian red-head will be recieved in Korea?
I'm gonna be the stuff of students dreams...
Also, they practically worship anybody that can speak Hangul correctly.
Enjoy your ddong-chim, students not giving a sh*t about English, and hagwon owners jewing you every chance they get.
You ever been to Korea? I have, and let me tell you in the main cities over there women are treated like idols.
Now, how do you think a slim, long-legged, small-waisted, busty, Caucasian red-head will be recieved in Korea?
I'm gonna be the stuff of students dreams...
Also, they practically worship anybody that can speak Hangul correctly.
You ever been to America? I have, and let me tell you in the main cities over there business executives are treated like idols.
Now, how do you think a tall, atheletic, smart, Asian will be recieved in America?
I'm gonna be the stuff of businessmen's dreams...
Also, they practically worship anybody that can speak English correctly.
The problem with your idea isn't that it may be true for many people, its that it is not true for all. There are going to be many people that will want to hurt you, especially with that attitude, foreigner.
dear god post pics
I'm not going to post pictures but I'll leave you with this.
People often tell me I look just like Christina Hendricks with smaller lips and a rounder chin.
I could have been a model if I wasn't so short though, 5'5 -_-
High heels ftw.
I think I'd rather go on to educate the next generation then be some air-headed, anorexic c**t.
Another thread ruined by fat wh**re rping and even fatter guy jerking off to it.
I'm not going to post pictures but I'll leave you with this.
People often tell me I look just like Christina Hendricks with smaller lips and a rounder chin.
I could have been a model if I wasn't so short though, 5'5 -_-
High heels ftw.
I think I'd rather go on to educate the next generation then be some air-headed, anorexic c**t.
Whooooops, forgot picture.
I don't look exactly like her but there is a very a similar resemblance. I'm so lucky if I really do look like her because she's positively gorgeous <3
Enjoy your ddong-chim, students not giving a sh*t about English, and hagwon owners jewing you every chance they get.
Yeah...I've heard about the Hagwon owners being totally fiscal and prudent. I'll get around that somehow.
Enjoy your ddong-chim, students not giving a sh*t about English, and hagwon owners jewing you every chance they get.
Wait? Ddong-chim?
Poop needle? What the f**k is that? D:
Wait? Ddong-chim?
Poop needle? What the f**k is that? D:
OH GOD GOOGLE IS NOT MY FRIEND#
That is something nobody has taught me about? This is a game in SK? WHHHHAATTTT
If any teengaer pulled that on me I'd strap him to my teachers desk after class and show him a real ddong-chim with my strapon.
I'm not even f**king kidding, that's disgusting...
Why are english teachers the best? My old highschool english teacher was 6'7" and would, instead of teaching the curriculum, tell stories about his adviceentures around the world. Somehow, by the time I reached the exams I knew everything required - apparently his wild tales taught me how to write essays and analyze shakespeare
yeah, the english teacher I described was a total badass. He wore a leather jacket and shades and looked great in them.
We had this huge teacher called Mr. Clements. He was about 35 stone, he was old and smelly. He had a grey beard and was in his 50's, everybody had no respect for him and he taught Geography.
People used to call him a fat smelly piece of sh*t to his face, and whenever we were in class I always tried to learn what I could from him to make him think he was at least helping someone.
His mother died and he took loads of time off (I assume for depression) .__., sometimes he would fall asleep in class while he was sitting at the front in his chair.
When they announced his retirement in assembly everybody cheered, I felt really bad for him. But he did smell and he was grossly overweight, but he wasn't a bad guy really
>look up stone
>calculate weight in terms I can understand
>490 f**king lbs
My school was somehow filled with some of the most awesome teachers I've ever had. They were laid back, interesting, and taught me more then the "textbook" teachers I had at other high schools.
I had a tech teacher who would occasionally disappear for 20-40 minutes, eyes red as f**k and snacks..and we would eat them together.
It's still pretty funny to come across your old teachers in bars though.
>look up stone
>calculate weight in terms I can understand
>490 f**king lbs
>490 f**king lbs
>Imperial Units
>Should know what "stones" are if he is using Imperial units anyway
Or you all could use Metric like normal people.
We also had an old math teacher, he was actually a pensioner but got his job on our school due to his experience.
He was extremely nice and explained everything slowly, I found it cool because I was a retard at math.
But he was very easy distract. If someone yelled "have you seen Obama yesterday on TV?" he would talk for the entire hour about how awesome Obama and how hot his wife is.
Many of made fun of him but for me it was quite entertaining to talk about sh*t with our teacher instead of doing math.
He saved my life because he made the exam easy and was giving out good marks to everyone.
My PE teacher was the hottest girl I've ever seen in my life.Man I wish every pe teacher was a pedophile
12th grade. Psychology. Teacher who looks like he could be Bruce Willis' stunt double, and probably was. Dude was a total beetard, half a decade before web even existed. I bet he has LUE access, that bastard.
Middle of final exams. Room has been silent for 25 minutes (this is unheard of in The V's classroom). From the back of the room, at his computer, a revelation: "CONNIE CHUNG... IS STILL OVULATING!!!!!!" Muffled laughter around the room. Back to silence.
That man was my hero.
My old physical education teacher was this average height, average build kinda mousy guy. Outside of school he wore vests and suit pants. He was a pretty average, nice dude who tried to make it fun.
Here in aus we have bogans instead of ni**ers (they are white). Walking home late one night from this school function, I get followed by five or so bogans who yell abuse and what not. I ignored it till they got close so I tried to run but they caught me and tackled me too the ground (note I am one slow ass dude).
Too my rescue came my teacher, who was walking to his car I guess. He just cleared his throat and said "He is one of my students, get lost". One on top of me pulled his arm back to hit me, but then my teach moved like quicksilver and booted the guy in the head. Needless to say they scarpered after that. He then took me for something to eat and a drink, before driving me home.
>490 f**king lbs
>Imperial Units
>Should know what "stones" are if he is using Imperial units anyway
Or you all could use Metric like normal people.
americans don't know about stones
sorry to tell you this
americans don't know about stones
sorry to tell you this
Americans don't know about anything.
I guess, but he'd spent his life at our school, he was a teacher for thirty years, there were old pictures of him when he was actually THIN.
They said his wife died and he turned to food and alcohol, so he ballooned in size, then his mother died as well and things got worse for him.
I dunno, if I could go back in time I would say sorry, or shake his hand or something.
He doesn't deserve to be cheered by four hundred children after spending his life trying to educate them, thirty years is a f**king long time.
>They said his wife died and he turned to food and alcohol
So, basically you're saying that he was Bill?
We used to sometimes have this awesome subsitute called Mr. Wilkinson, he was one of the most interesting people I ever met.
If you asked him a question about the subject, or about anything, he would answer then go down some really interesting tangent which was unrelated. Most of the time he would end up talking about some awesome experience from his life (he was 60-70 years old). Nobody would misbehave or f**k around because we'd just be too interested in listening to him.
One day he just brought in a guitar and played songs the whole lesson. Another day he spent the whole lesson telling everyone the translations for their names in multiple languages. He just generally knew a lot about a lot of subjects.
Americans don't know about anything.
Well, we just don't NEED to know about stones.
Sure I've heard of stones, but there would never be a time when I would need to use or understand them.
So far I'm a junior in college studying Aerospace in Mechanical Engineering. No professor has ever mentioned stones.
But on another note, the use of stones as a legitimate unit of weight has been prohibited in most places, So there's really no reason for anyone to have an idea of what a stone weighs unless they are are some sort of science hipster or oldf**.
teacher in 3rd grade told me I was "the apple of her eye"
kinda creeps me out now that I'm older
When I was younger we had a this little midget teacher (who wasn't actually a midget but was indeed extremely short) named Mr. Bell.
All the kids used to call him Mr. Bell-end and when he got angry his entire face would change bright red like a strawberry so soon it became a sport to see who could get him to turn as red as possible.
Mr. Bell taught English and in our English class there was this little sh*thead weirdo named Adam who was too freaky for anybody to bully but too weird for anybody to hang out with.
One day we were in class and something extremely weird occured.
Mr. Bell : Blah, blah, blah, Shakespear, blah, blah, blah I don't know what I'm talking about.
Weird Kid: HEHEHehehehehe...
*Mr. Bell turns to look at him for a second before continuing to read from some dusty old textbook*
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
Mr. Bell: And WHAT is exactly that you find so amusing Mr. Lupton?
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
*Mr. Bell looks bemused, slowly turning red*
Weird Kid: I'VE GOT A PENCIL IN MY ANUS
The kid has actually managed to stick a pencil inside his a**hole during a class without anybody noticing.
This was when Mr. Bell snapped, he leapt over the desk and started wrestling with the kid who was just laughing hysterically.
We all stood in the corner just watching bemused as teachers suddenly filed in to extract the pencil from the boys rectum, who put up one hell of a fight.
Never seen the guy so red, looked like he was about to explode.
He quit a week later.
This is pure gold, my friend.
And I'm not just saying that because I'm drunk.
teacher in 3rd grade told me I was "the apple of her eye"
kinda creeps me out now that I'm older
Did you hit that?
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I had a high school teacher who was a SUPER BITCH.
Blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin, pearl white teeth, and skinny, but she was 6 foot 3.
She always gave the football players in class special attention, everyone knew it, even the football players.
One day she bent over to pick up a pencil and the back of her shirt rode up enough to see...a tramp stamp, but not just ANY TRAMP STAMP, IT WAS THE F**KING SOUTHERN FLAG!
I'm training to be an English teacher but I won't be teaching in the West.
I'm planning to teach English in Seoul in a few years where I'll command respect from the class but be fun and lovable at the same time.
All the kids will walk home from class talking about how hot and cool that new white English teacher will be
I'm actually going to be one of those extremely hot teachers that you encounter in school, how awesome is that? I'm going to wear deliberatly tight pencil skirts and bend over a lot.
>I'm going to wear deliberatly tight pencil skirts and bend over a lot.
I like you already. <3
There was an English teacher at my High School named Vitaly. He literally changed his name to just Vitaly. He didn't believe in last names. Although I think legally you need something as a last name, so he made it a ~. He also claimed to not have a gender. If you ever called him a "he" to his face, he'd go apesh*t on you and bitch you out on equality and "gender doesn't matter" bullsh*t for 10 minutes.
He also let students write on his walls. So his room was covered in, "F**k, piss, sh*t, a**hole" graffiti because he thought it was a form of self-expression.
And we had another teacher who had a giant vagina painted on the ceiling of his room.
tl;dr: I went to a hippy liberal-douche high school.
Did you hit that?
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no, because
1: I didn't not know what sex was yet
2: She was a fugly 60 year old grandmother
I was homeschooled by this crazy tutor who was a member of the cult my Mom and Dad were part of.
I had access to the internet so I knew the curriculum necessary for me to escape to School and away from the commune, but the education she was forcing on me was all to do with how science and nature were all part of one big whole and that instead of practicing by solving problems I had to eat sacred herbs and meditate under the 'One Tree' until the answers became clear in my mind.
Then I had to draw the equations symbolically in colored sand, only to immediately swipe it away once I had finished.
I used the meditation time under the tree to really study, but when she caught me I was hauled in front of the elders and whipped for not espousing their values, she was the main punisher because I was her responsibility.
Eventually I was rescued by Social Services and entered Harvard, but I will never forget what she gave me.
There was an English teacher at my High School named Vitaly. He literally changed his name to just Vitaly. He didn't believe in last names. Although I think legally you need something as a last name, so he made it a ~. He also claimed to not have a gender. If you ever called him a "he" to his face, he'd go apesh*t on you and bitch you out on equality and "gender doesn't matter" bullsh*t for 10 minutes.
He also let students write on his walls. So his room was covered in, "F**k, piss, sh*t, a**hole" graffiti because he thought it was a form of self-expression.
And we had another teacher who had a giant vagina painted on the ceiling of his room.
tl;dr: I went to a hippy liberal-douche high school.
I had a liberal teacher but nothing as drastic as that.
she covered the lights in pillow cases so that it wouldn't be so bright, brought in old couches instead of desks, and she bitched at us whenever we brought in anything deemed 'unhealthy'
Wow you guys were all c**ts. I'd hate to be a teacher in this day and age.
It's not that bad when you're teaching 17-18 year olds. They'll actually listen and if they don't then tell them to f**k off.
My 9th grade math teacher used to grope my crotch whenever she'd come over to "help" me even though I didn't really need any help. She would ignore ALL the other kids who asked for help and spend the entire lesson kneeling down by my desk groping my dick and walking me through whatever math sheet we were doing.
I f**ked her at the end of the year at her house. I continued having sex with her all throughout high school. It's now 2 years after high school and I still go over to her house at least 3 times a week and f**k her. Sometimes I spend a few days there. She's 31 years old and I'm turning 20 soon. She wants to get married and sh*t when I turn 20, but f**k that.
I was homeschooled by this crazy tutor who was a member of the cult my Mom and Dad were part of.
I had access to the internet so I knew the curriculum necessary for me to escape to School and away from the commune, but the education she was forcing on me was all to do with how science and nature were all part of one big whole and that instead of practicing by solving problems I had to eat sacred herbs and meditate under the 'One Tree' until the answers became clear in my mind.
Then I had to draw the equations symbolically in colored sand, only to immediately swipe it away once I had finished.
I used the meditation time under the tree to really study, but when she caught me I was hauled in front of the elders and whipped for not espousing their values, she was the main punisher because I was her responsibility.
Eventually I was rescued by Social Services and entered Harvard, but I will never forget what she gave me.
r u srs?
My 9th grade math teacher used to grope my crotch whenever she'd come over to "help" me even though I didn't really need any help. She would ignore ALL the other kids who asked for help and spend the entire lesson kneeling down by my desk groping my dick and walking me through whatever math sheet we were doing.
I f**ked her at the end of the year at her house. I continued having sex with her all throughout high school. It's now 2 years after high school and I still go over to her house at least 3 times a week and f**k her. Sometimes I spend a few days there. She's 31 years old and I'm turning 20 soon. She wants to get married and sh*t when I turn 20, but f**k that.
Your 9th grade math teacher was your hand?
I was homeschooled by this crazy tutor who was a member of the cult my Mom and Dad were part of.
I had access to the internet so I knew the curriculum necessary for me to escape to School and away from the commune, but the education she was forcing on me was all to do with how science and nature were all part of one big whole and that instead of practicing by solving problems I had to eat sacred herbs and meditate under the 'One Tree' until the answers became clear in my mind.
Then I had to draw the equations symbolically in colored sand, only to immediately swipe it away once I had finished.
I used the meditation time under the tree to really study, but when she caught me I was hauled in front of the elders and whipped for not espousing their values, she was the main punisher because I was her responsibility.
Eventually I was rescued by Social Services and entered Harvard, but I will never forget what she gave me.
dare i say...aids?
I had a liberal teacher but nothing as drastic as that.
she covered the lights in pillow cases so that it wouldn't be so bright, brought in old couches instead of desks, and she bitched at us whenever we brought in anything deemed 'unhealthy'
I forgot to mention that we are now friends on facebook, I got a B in her class, and do not have to take physics in college because I scored high on an adviceanced placement test because of her
My school was somehow filled with some of the most awesome teachers I've ever had. They were laid back, interesting, and taught me more then the "textbook" teachers I had at other high schools.
I had a tech teacher who would occasionally disappear for 20-40 minutes, eyes red as f**k and snacks..and we would eat them together.
It's still pretty funny to come across your old teachers in bars though.
>It's still pretty funny to come across your old teachers in bars though.
F**k, that sounds awesome. I can think of a few who I'd like to meet on the outside. Like the 50-year-old economics teacher who rode a motorcycle to school and f**ked freshmen girls in his office every day.... and didn't even bother to hide it. Chicks would come in on hall passes from other classes, and he'd just stop lecturing, hand us an assignment, and take the chick into his office. F**k, you could HEAR them f**king. Sh*t was so cash.
I'd love to chill with that guy now. Maybe he'd hand out tips on how to score underaged lovins.
This man was my form tutor in year 10 (not sure the high school equivalent but that's when you are 14/15)
He had an eye that looked the wrong way so you could never tell if he was looking at you or not, once someone stuck a sanitary towel to the white board which they'd coloured in red and it took him half an hour to notice, he didnt even get angry he just looked sad.
He also wouldn't react if someone called him a "c**t" and people used to slap the top of his head and call him baldy :( i liked him.
My old physical education teacher was this average height, average build kinda mousy guy. Outside of school he wore vests and suit pants. He was a pretty average, nice dude who tried to make it fun.
Here in aus we have bogans instead of ni**ers (they are white). Walking home late one night from this school function, I get followed by five or so bogans who yell abuse and what not. I ignored it till they got close so I tried to run but they caught me and tackled me too the ground (note I am one slow ass dude).
Too my rescue came my teacher, who was walking to his car I guess. He just cleared his throat and said "He is one of my students, get lost". One on top of me pulled his arm back to hit me, but then my teach moved like quicksilver and booted the guy in the head. Needless to say they scarpered after that. He then took me for something to eat and a drink, before driving me home.
>implying bogans are as bad as ni**ers
Come here to the US. Come to the south. I dare you. I double-dog dare you.
Your eyes, they will be opened.
>It's still pretty funny to come across your old teachers in bars though.
F**k, that sounds awesome. I can think of a few who I'd like to meet on the outside. Like the 50-year-old economics teacher who rode a motorcycle to school and f**ked freshmen girls in his office every day.... and didn't even bother to hide it. Chicks would come in on hall passes from other classes, and he'd just stop lecturing, hand us an assignment, and take the chick into his office. F**k, you could HEAR them f**king. Sh*t was so cash.
I'd love to chill with that guy now. Maybe he'd hand out tips on how to score underaged lovins.
hahaha what the hell
I had a 10th grade English teacher called Mr. Willow. He clearly didn't give a sh*t about his job and would skimp through the lessons before giving us 'study time' during which he would fall asleep. We all looked forward to the class because it was basically free time. A year and a half later he was shot dead in a home invasion and though everyone laughed about it (I did too) I felt bad later, he'd always been cool to me.
There was an English teacher at my High School named Vitaly. He literally changed his name to just Vitaly. He didn't believe in last names. Although I think legally you need something as a last name, so he made it a ~. He also claimed to not have a gender. If you ever called him a "he" to his face, he'd go apesh*t on you and bitch you out on equality and "gender doesn't matter" bullsh*t for 10 minutes.
He also let students write on his walls. So his room was covered in, "F**k, piss, sh*t, a**hole" graffiti because he thought it was a form of self-expression.
And we had another teacher who had a giant vagina painted on the ceiling of his room.
tl;dr: I went to a hippy liberal-douche high school.
Almost forgot about the other spectrum. I had this one geometry teacher in 9th grade who was a total Republican-f** and his only friends were the other guys in the math department because the rest of the faculty was gay as sh*t. There were some days he'd say "f**k the curriculum" and spend the hour talking about how much he loved George Bush. And he was also a former basketball coach so sometimes he'd like to spend the day giving us a coach-y peptalk about how we need to do our best... I had him 4th period and had some friends in his 2nd period. I'd walk by them and they'd tell me, "He's talking about Bush today. Don't bother bringing in your homework."
Besides that, he would be in a happy mood some days... teach, check homework, the usual... but every other day almost he'd give us nothing but busy work, put on some Dido on his stereo for the class to listen to, and sink against the wall, covering his face with his hands.
He killed himself the year I graduated.
sucks to be a teacher
I was homeschooled by this crazy tutor who was a member of the cult my Mom and Dad were part of.
I had access to the internet so I knew the curriculum necessary for me to escape to School and away from the commune, but the education she was forcing on me was all to do with how science and nature were all part of one big whole and that instead of practicing by solving problems I had to eat sacred herbs and meditate under the 'One Tree' until the answers became clear in my mind.
Then I had to draw the equations symbolically in colored sand, only to immediately swipe it away once I had finished.
I used the meditation time under the tree to really study, but when she caught me I was hauled in front of the elders and whipped for not espousing their values, she was the main punisher because I was her responsibility.
Eventually I was rescued by Social Services and entered Harvard, but I will never forget what she gave me.
>Eventually I was rescued by Social Services and entered Harvard, but I will never forget what she gave me.
What did she give you? I am confuse.
This man was my form tutor in year 10 (not sure the high school equivalent but that's when you are 14/15)
He had an eye that looked the wrong way so you could never tell if he was looking at you or not, once someone stuck a sanitary towel to the white board which they'd coloured in red and it took him half an hour to notice, he didnt even get angry he just looked sad.
He also wouldn't react if someone called him a "c**t" and people used to slap the top of his head and call him baldy :( i liked him.
That just makes me sad. School kids are such c**ts.
My 9th grade math teacher used to grope my crotch whenever she'd come over to "help" me even though I didn't really need any help. She would ignore ALL the other kids who asked for help and spend the entire lesson kneeling down by my desk groping my dick and walking me through whatever math sheet we were doing.
I f**ked her at the end of the year at her house. I continued having sex with her all throughout high school. It's now 2 years after high school and I still go over to her house at least 3 times a week and f**k her. Sometimes I spend a few days there. She's 31 years old and I'm turning 20 soon. She wants to get married and sh*t when I turn 20, but f**k that.
Dude, you need to evaluate your life.
Sure, you could get younger girls. But each and every one of them will cheat on you and eventually leave you. To them, you're just another boyfriend in a long, long string of daddy-replacements. Your teacher is obviously in love with you. Don't f**k around with that woman's heart, bro. I'm as anti-milf, cougar-hating motherf**ker as the come, but f**k - even I think you should give that sh*t some serious thought. Meeting that woman might be the best thing that ever happens to you. Don't throw that sh*t away, man. Marry your teacher. Do it.
hahaha what the hell
Mr. Rayburn was a pimp, dude. Despite being scrawny and grey-haired, he knew some secret magic to get into fourteen-year-old panties. He's a legend.
Dude, you need to evaluate your life.
Sure, you could get younger girls. But each and every one of them will cheat on you and eventually leave you. To them, you're just another boyfriend in a long, long string of daddy-replacements. Your teacher is obviously in love with you. Don't f**k around with that woman's heart, bro. I'm as anti-milf, cougar-hating motherf**ker as the come, but f**k - even I think you should give that sh*t some serious thought. Meeting that woman might be the best thing that ever happens to you. Don't throw that sh*t away, man. Marry your teacher. Do it.
I'm not playing around with her at all.
I genuinely like her, but this is her plan:
1. Celebrate my 20th birthday.
2. Get married a few weeks later.
3. Get her pregnant.
I turn 20 next month, by the way. I mean f**k that's a little too fast for me. I don't mind it if we can just take it easy you know? I mean I haven't actually been living with her yet. I think I should at least live with her for a few months before jumping into all that. Plus my parents don't know about her yet.
I had one modern history teacher who was f**king awesome. Most days we'd chat about sh*t like football, his Toyota Hilux, sh*t about wars and that, conspiracies, anything. He'd often make references to the Simpsons, which at times were f**king hilarious. He was casual enough to have a conversation to but an awesome teacher in that he'd give so much help when needed, basically what a teacher should be IMO.
Also, my rugby coach was a total badass. He'd make references to some other fat bitch of a teacher, joke around about chicks like friends girlfriends etc. He was basically 'one of the boys', basically the maturity of a 17 year old.
I also had some other teacher back in grade 10 for IT. She had massive tits, and some of my friends would try and get a perve in. Some days we'd sit on our chairs in a circle and she'd cross her legs the other way, basically giving us a clear box shot. Also, whenever we'd ask for help, we'd be sitting facing the computers and she'd come up, press her (I swear to god they were) DD cups against our backs, put her hand on our hands which were holding the mouse, and say 'whats wrong sweetie?' and basicaly encourage or tease our perverted minds. We found it bloody hilarious.
I'm not playing around with her at all.
I genuinely like her, but this is her plan:
1. Celebrate my 20th birthday.
2. Get married a few weeks later.
3. Get her pregnant.
I turn 20 next month, by the way. I mean f**k that's a little too fast for me. I don't mind it if we can just take it easy you know? I mean I haven't actually been living with her yet. I think I should at least live with her for a few months before jumping into all that. Plus my parents don't know about her yet.
well her plan f**king sucks, but it's understandable if you see things from her perspective, she is 31 years old and unmarried with no children, her biological clock is ticking.
I'm not playing around with her at all.
I genuinely like her, but this is her plan:
1. Celebrate my 20th birthday.
2. Get married a few weeks later.
3. Get her pregnant.
I turn 20 next month, by the way. I mean f**k that's a little too fast for me. I don't mind it if we can just take it easy you know? I mean I haven't actually been living with her yet. I think I should at least live with her for a few months before jumping into all that. Plus my parents don't know about her yet.
Move in with her while you're going to college?
That seems like a good step in between random sex and getting married.
well her plan f**king sucks, but it's understandable if you see things from her perspective, she is 31 years old and unmarried with no children, her biological clock is ticking.
Yeah that's what she tells me too.
Move in with her while you're going to college?
That seems like a good step in between random sex and getting married.
Her place is actually closer to my university than my parent's. (hence why I sometimes spend a few days at her place)
And me and her are in a real relationship, it isn't just like f**k buddies or anything. I won't cheat on her, especially not with some preppy f**k from my uni.
Yeah that's what she tells me too.
Her place is actually closer to my university than my parent's. (hence why I sometimes spend a few days at her place)
And me and her are in a real relationship, it isn't just like f**k buddies or anything. I won't cheat on her, especially not with some preppy f**k from my uni.
>Her place is actually closer to my university than my parent's. (hence why I sometimes spend a few days at her place)
And me and her are in a real relationship, it isn't just like f**k buddies or anything. I won't cheat on her, especially not with some preppy f**k from my uni.
Assuming your parents know about this relationship, or you plan on telling them, then this seems like the best course of action if you can seriously see yourself with this woman years down the road.
Well, we just don't NEED to know about stones.
Sure I've heard of stones, but there would never be a time when I would need to use or understand them.
So far I'm a junior in college studying Aerospace in Mechanical Engineering. No professor has ever mentioned stones.
But on another note, the use of stones as a legitimate unit of weight has been prohibited in most places, So there's really no reason for anyone to have an idea of what a stone weighs unless they are are some sort of science hipster or oldf**.
Congratulations on pwning someone in a completely civil and logical way.
Respeck
I'm not playing around with her at all.
I genuinely like her, but this is her plan:
1. Celebrate my 20th birthday.
2. Get married a few weeks later.
3. Get her pregnant.
I turn 20 next month, by the way. I mean f**k that's a little too fast for me. I don't mind it if we can just take it easy you know? I mean I haven't actually been living with her yet. I think I should at least live with her for a few months before jumping into all that. Plus my parents don't know about her yet.
Don't impregnate her at 20. But.. if you're not sure about wanting to marry her, don't waste her time, bro. At 31, she's still hot sh*t and on the market. She has less than a decade to score a man.
Remember, at one time she was a little girl who dreamt of being a blushing bride. Some part of her still is that little girl, and always will be. Don't let your youth and indecision ruin her life, man. I'm not saying you should leave her, but you should try to be a bit more serious than the average twenty-year-old. This situation has the potential to be good for the rest of your life, man. But at the same time, you could seriously ruin her sh*t. Stop thinking of her as the older woman, and think of her as the vulnerable little girl she is on the inside. You gotta take care of that, bro. Don't string her along.
We had this huge teacher called Mr. Clements. He was about 35 stone, he was old and smelly. He had a grey beard and was in his 50's, everybody had no respect for him and he taught Geography.
People used to call him a fat smelly piece of sh*t to his face, and whenever we were in class I always tried to learn what I could from him to make him think he was at least helping someone.
His mother died and he took loads of time off (I assume for depression) .__., sometimes he would fall asleep in class while he was sitting at the front in his chair.
When they announced his retirement in assembly everybody cheered, I felt really bad for him. But he did smell and he was grossly overweight, but he wasn't a bad guy really
>35 Stone
britf** :(
Yeah that's what she tells me too.
Her place is actually closer to my university than my parent's. (hence why I sometimes spend a few days at her place)
And me and her are in a real relationship, it isn't just like f**k buddies or anything. I won't cheat on her, especially not with some preppy f**k from my uni.
Do you love her? That's really all that matters.
I guess, but he'd spent his life at our school, he was a teacher for thirty years, there were old pictures of him when he was actually THIN.
They said his wife died and he turned to food and alcohol, so he ballooned in size, then his mother died as well and things got worse for him.
I dunno, if I could go back in time I would say sorry, or shake his hand or something.
He doesn't deserve to be cheered by four hundred children after spending his life trying to educate them, thirty years is a f**king long time.
Then, really, you're all doucheni**ers.
>35 Stone
britf** :(
come on now, we've been over this.
>Her place is actually closer to my university than my parent's. (hence why I sometimes spend a few days at her place)
And me and her are in a real relationship, it isn't just like f**k buddies or anything. I won't cheat on her, especially not with some preppy f**k from my uni.
Assuming your parents know about this relationship, or you plan on telling them, then this seems like the best course of action if you can seriously see yourself with this woman years down the road.
They know that there's "someone" my dad thinks it's a girl from uni and my mom always says that she doesn't care if I'm gay and I can come out of the closet whenever I want (lol).
My parents used got along real well with my teacher when I was in high school. I'm more afraid of the whole awkward factor since I'm sure neither will actually care.
I'll get around to it before I turn 20, though.
Do you love her? That's really all that matters.
Yeah. Probably.
Basically it's like this for me.. I see girls at uni and random girls elsewhere and I get a sort of feeling of disgust and pity. Then there's my teach, I get a feeling of comfort.
Well that's good enough for me. I'm not too big on women.
not my teacher, but i had him a few times when my one was off sick, he was an old ex-marine( the ones that train you, dunno what his rank was) his wife died and part of her will was for him to go back into teaching.
one such day i remember when my teacher was. he was on a very short fuse, i made one simple mistake in maths, he pulled me out into the corridor and yelled at me until my left ear bleed and i passed out. this was P7, 10-12 yr olds.
another teacher was the sister of a famous northern ireland actor, so i got to meet him a few times.
Yeah. Probably.
Basically it's like this for me.. I see girls at uni and random girls elsewhere and I get a sort of feeling of disgust and pity. Then there's my teach, I get a feeling of comfort.
Well that's good enough for me. I'm not too big on women.
Best of luck, bro. Take care of your girl.
Also, high five for winning the hot teacher's heart. You're living the dream that for most of us is.. well, just a dream.
Yeah. Probably.
Basically it's like this for me.. I see girls at uni and random girls elsewhere and I get a sort of feeling of disgust and pity. Then there's my teach, I get a feeling of comfort.
Well that's good enough for me. I'm not too big on women.
1.F**k you and your successful bagging of a cougar.
2. Either keep f**king her or marry her, but make up your mind soon.
3. Remember that you are about to make a choice that you will have to live with for the rest of your life.
One pro though: if you do marry her, you'll be getting hitched to someone who already has a stable life, and you can use that fact to get through uni and begin providing for your family.
I had this teacher named Mr. Germany for my Global Studies class I believe it was. He's an awesome guy, and he doesn't even look like a teacher. He's tall, skinny, and has this awesome goatee/neckbeard thing going on and glasses. I thought he was a student when I used to see him in school before I had him as a teacher.
He wasn't a hardass unless he had to be, and he could get in a kid's face, but usually he was the guy cracking jokes and giving us not very hard work.
All the chicks flirted with him, and it was obvious as hell. They'd ask why he wouldn't accept their FRs on FB and sh*t, and he'd say he could get in trouble, but smiling all the time.
He was an obvious stoner, and me and my friend's dream is to get f**ked up with this dude. My friend tells me that once in class he was teaching on the board and then got interrupted and was like, "What was I doing?..." Then he proceeded to go sit at his laptop at the back of the room and watch youtube videos for a while, then looks up at us all like, "Oh yeah" XD
Best of luck, bro. Take care of your girl.
Also, high five for winning the hot teacher's heart. You're living the dream that for most of us is.. well, just a dream.
Feels pretty average to me, bro. But yeah livin' the dream
1.F**k you and your successful bagging of a cougar.
2. Either keep f**king her or marry her, but make up your mind soon.
3. Remember that you are about to make a choice that you will have to live with for the rest of your life.
One pro though: if you do marry her, you'll be getting hitched to someone who already has a stable life, and you can use that fact to get through uni and begin providing for your family.
I'm going to let my parents decide if I marry her or not.
They've decided sh*t for me my whole life, no reason to stop now, especially not if I'm cool with it. My parents have always known what's best for me, after all.
If they tell me to break up with her, though, I won't agree (they won't though).
I had this strange math teacher.. He was VERY strange. At first, he'd start explaining math like every other teacher. Then, out of the blue, he'd change subject. For example, one time he said "SHHH. EVERYONE BE SILENT PLEASE. I CAN HEAR THEM"
*silence for about 5 seconds* EVERYONE GET DOWN THEY'RE ATTACKING US WITH PSY RAYS
Everyone would start laughing and he'd get mad, and I mean mad, "WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND KIDS I JUST WANT TO PROTECT YOU" then he'd slam his hand on the desk, like a madman.
Basically, he never taught us anything about math. He always talked about aliens, communists aliens, crop circles, russian satellites, dead babies, etc.. And we'd just laugh, he was hilarious. The best part is that he was dead f**king serious.
Sometimes he'd make us do some tests because he really had to, sh*t about basic math from the year before. No one has ever got a good grade from him. Even if the test was PERFECT, he'd always say "This is the standard procedure! It's too old, you need to think outside the box! YOU NEED TO THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX!"
I swear, he was f**king hilarious.
Almost forgot about the other spectrum. I had this one geometry teacher in 9th grade who was a total Republican-f** and his only friends were the other guys in the math department because the rest of the faculty was gay as sh*t. There were some days he'd say "f**k the curriculum" and spend the hour talking about how much he loved George Bush. And he was also a former basketball coach so sometimes he'd like to spend the day giving us a coach-y peptalk about how we need to do our best... I had him 4th period and had some friends in his 2nd period. I'd walk by them and they'd tell me, "He's talking about Bush today. Don't bother bringing in your homework."
Besides that, he would be in a happy mood some days... teach, check homework, the usual... but every other day almost he'd give us nothing but busy work, put on some Dido on his stereo for the class to listen to, and sink against the wall, covering his face with his hands.
He killed himself the year I graduated.
Good, f**k him. Glad he died, he's probably in Heaven right now.
I had this teacher named Mr. Germany for my Global Studies class I believe it was. He's an awesome guy, and he doesn't even look like a teacher. He's tall, skinny, and has this awesome goatee/neckbeard thing going on and glasses. I thought he was a student when I used to see him in school before I had him as a teacher.
He wasn't a hardass unless he had to be, and he could get in a kid's face, but usually he was the guy cracking jokes and giving us not very hard work.
All the chicks flirted with him, and it was obvious as hell. They'd ask why he wouldn't accept their FRs on FB and sh*t, and he'd say he could get in trouble, but smiling all the time.
He was an obvious stoner, and me and my friend's dream is to get f**ked up with this dude. My friend tells me that once in class he was teaching on the board and then got interrupted and was like, "What was I doing?..." Then he proceeded to go sit at his laptop at the back of the room and watch youtube videos for a while, then looks up at us all like, "Oh yeah" XD
Oh yeah, and once he was apparently showing a video in class on the projector when all of a sudden, straight hardcore porn starts playing. He claims that it wasn't him, that he borrowed the video from another teacher, but I bet he taped over it while he was stoned or something.
And I loved the guy for one specific incident. I used to sleep in his class every day even though I was at the front of the room directly in front of him at the center. I actually read the book sometimes because it interested me, so I'd know all the sh*t before we even got to it. He called out this one chick for sleeping and said to wake up, and she says, "What about him, he sleeps every day!" Him: "Yeah, but he apparently makes A's on the test when you all fail!"
lol
When I was younger we had a this little midget teacher (who wasn't actually a midget but was indeed extremely short) named Mr. Bell.
All the kids used to call him Mr. Bell-end and when he got angry his entire face would change bright red like a strawberry so soon it became a sport to see who could get him to turn as red as possible.
Mr. Bell taught English and in our English class there was this little sh*thead weirdo named Adam who was too freaky for anybody to bully but too weird for anybody to hang out with.
One day we were in class and something extremely weird occured.
Mr. Bell : Blah, blah, blah, Shakespear, blah, blah, blah I don't know what I'm talking about.
Weird Kid: HEHEHehehehehe...
*Mr. Bell turns to look at him for a second before continuing to read from some dusty old textbook*
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
Mr. Bell: And WHAT is exactly that you find so amusing Mr. Lupton?
Weird Kid: HEHEHEHEHEHE
*Mr. Bell looks bemused, slowly turning red*
Weird Kid: I'VE GOT A PENCIL IN MY ANUS
The kid has actually managed to stick a pencil inside his a**hole during a class without anybody noticing.
This was when Mr. Bell snapped, he leapt over the desk and started wrestling with the kid who was just laughing hysterically.
We all stood in the corner just watching bemused as teachers suddenly filed in to extract the pencil from the boys rectum, who put up one hell of a fight.
Never seen the guy so red, looked like he was about to explode.
He quit a week later.
>Adam
>Mr. Lupton
>pencil in anus
Ohoh wat do we have here i wonder?
I'm not playing around with her at all.
I genuinely like her, but this is her plan:
1. Celebrate my 20th birthday.
2. Get married a few weeks later.
3. Get her pregnant.
I turn 20 next month, by the way. I mean f**k that's a little too fast for me. I don't mind it if we can just take it easy you know? I mean I haven't actually been living with her yet. I think I should at least live with her for a few months before jumping into all that. Plus my parents don't know about her yet.
I demand that you post pictures of her, no face needed, but body pics.
I had this strange math teacher.. He was VERY strange. At first, he'd start explaining math like every other teacher. Then, out of the blue, he'd change subject. For example, one time he said "SHHH. EVERYONE BE SILENT PLEASE. I CAN HEAR THEM"
*silence for about 5 seconds* EVERYONE GET DOWN THEY'RE ATTACKING US WITH PSY RAYS
Everyone would start laughing and he'd get mad, and I mean mad, "WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND KIDS I JUST WANT TO PROTECT YOU" then he'd slam his hand on the desk, like a madman.
Basically, he never taught us anything about math. He always talked about aliens, communists aliens, crop circles, russian satellites, dead babies, etc.. And we'd just laugh, he was hilarious. The best part is that he was dead f**king serious.
Sometimes he'd make us do some tests because he really had to, sh*t about basic math from the year before. No one has ever got a good grade from him. Even if the test was PERFECT, he'd always say "This is the standard procedure! It's too old, you need to think outside the box! YOU NEED TO THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX!"
I swear, he was f**king hilarious.
How on earth does someone like that get to teach
>public school
Oh.
World history.
Showed f**king movies all semester. Sometimes enlisted us to make the decorations for the next holiday coming up.
Half the kids couldn't read anyway.
I had a little gem of a teacher called Mrs. Inglis when I was in my first year of high school.
She taught us French and spoke in a nervously high (but strangely comforting) voice, was of average weight and build, a little short and she smelt like coffee and tastefully light perfume. I think she was around 40 years old. She was a nice woman with a lot of patience for her students.
My class was full of kids with amazingly high grades, athletic talent and behavioral problems (something probably within the autism spectrum) It was pretty hard to deal with us.
We used to lock the door and make her wait for a considerable amount of time before having her guess a password to re-enter the classroom. We usually made her use a swear word, but we used almost anything else that could humor us in the same way.
We snapped rubber bands at her bottom, finished off her sentences with song lyrics (sounds weak, but can actually be incredibly amusing) and class had made her cry a few times as well.
I felt sorry for the woman as she did not deserve any of this treatment and didn't join in on the taunting/mocking/tomfoolery. I can't truthfully say I hadn't laughed when it had went on, though.
I had this strange math teacher.. He was VERY strange. At first, he'd start explaining math like every other teacher. Then, out of the blue, he'd change subject. For example, one time he said "SHHH. EVERYONE BE SILENT PLEASE. I CAN HEAR THEM"
*silence for about 5 seconds* EVERYONE GET DOWN THEY'RE ATTACKING US WITH PSY RAYS
Everyone would start laughing and he'd get mad, and I mean mad, "WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND KIDS I JUST WANT TO PROTECT YOU" then he'd slam his hand on the desk, like a madman.
Basically, he never taught us anything about math. He always talked about aliens, communists aliens, crop circles, russian satellites, dead babies, etc.. And we'd just laugh, he was hilarious. The best part is that he was dead f**king serious.
Sometimes he'd make us do some tests because he really had to, sh*t about basic math from the year before. No one has ever got a good grade from him. Even if the test was PERFECT, he'd always say "This is the standard procedure! It's too old, you need to think outside the box! YOU NEED TO THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX!"
I swear, he was f**king hilarious.
oh lawd, aliens
We had this huge teacher called Mr. Clements. He was about 35 stone, he was old and smelly. He had a grey beard and was in his 50's, everybody had no respect for him and he taught Geography.
People used to call him a fat smelly piece of sh*t to his face, and whenever we were in class I always tried to learn what I could from him to make him think he was at least helping someone.
His mother died and he took loads of time off (I assume for depression) .__., sometimes he would fall asleep in class while he was sitting at the front in his chair.
When they announced his retirement in assembly everybody cheered, I felt really bad for him. But he did smell and he was grossly overweight, but he wasn't a bad guy really
how much is "35 stone" english please.. keep in mind i attended an american public school
Mrs. Johnson, English teacher. The sort who thinks all you really need to do is be quiet and understanding to make kids like you. Result: she's quiet and passive (and happy) and the negros just go back to singing that f**king SKEET SKEET SKEET! song the whole class.
Somehow got off on a soft spoken little tangent once about how people are sometimes a lot nicer than they look. As an example, she mentioned...well what she meant by it was "goths," but I swear what she said was "the Gothic people."
There were only two goths at that school anyway. One was really one of those 00s goth/emo transitional form types. She actually was pretty nice. The only other goth we had was a nasty, smelly hambeast with a felt marker "scar" over her eye who liked to complain about George Bush, because that guy was f**king oppressing her.
Mrs. Johnson also liked cats. A lot. Too much. Like, to a Mr. Lynch degree.
how much is "35 stone" english please.. keep in mind i attended an american public school
read the goddamn thread for f**k's sake
how much is "35 stone" english please.. keep in mind i attended an american public school
490 pounds. One stone is 14 pounds.
read the goddamn thread for f**k's sake
f**k off i did its why i asked
490 pounds. One stone is 14 pounds.
thanks Anon
f**k off i did its why i asked
thanks Anon
no you didn't, if you did you would have noticed
>look up stone
>calculate weight in terms I can understand
>490 f**king lbs
also, a stone IS english
A genuinely crazy, stumpy woman who taught biology.
She used to get in really personal shouting matches with the retard freshmen she had to corral. I just assumed she had been there too long; our freshmen were the reeeeee-tardiest.
A genuinely crazy, stumpy woman who taught biology.
She used to get in really personal shouting matches with the retard freshmen she had to corral. I just assumed she had been there too long; our freshmen were the reeeeee-tardiest.
>reeeeee-tardiest.
I am going to find away to use this word somehow today
no you didn't, if you did you would have noticed
also, a stone IS english
no its not because i dont know it
no its not because i dont know it
no you didn't, if you did you would have noticed
also, a stone IS english
f**k off i did its why i asked
thanks Anon
490 pounds. One stone is 14 pounds.
read the goddamn thread for f**k's sake
how much is "35 stone" english please.. keep in mind i attended an american public school
SHUT UP. NO ONE CARES.
My 12th grade literature teacher Mr.Hollowell would preach negro speak to get the black kids in the class to join in. He got everyone into Macbeth and Canterbury Tales by "hooding it up". He was a smart man reduced to doing this to get proper attention. He was also the coolest lit teacher I've ever had.
SHUT UP. NO ONE CARES.
WELL I CARE, OBVIOUSLY. YEAH!
proved YOU wrong.
My 12th grade literature teacher Mr.Hollowell would preach negro speak to get the black kids in the class to join in. He got everyone into Macbeth and Canterbury Tales by "hooding it up". He was a smart man reduced to doing this to get proper attention. He was also the coolest lit teacher I've ever had.
I can't believe no one complained about racism and whatnot
My AP US History teacher was the sh*t. The guy was extremely interested in the subject he taught, and his lectures were always intense (which is amazing considering he taught HISTORY). I remember one time, he got so excited during one of his lectures, he just completely wigged out and did a back-flip in the middle of the room.
He was also a mysterious fellow in terms of his personal life. Even the teachers had very little information about him, despite him being a really social guy. All we knew was that half of the girls at our school wanted to f**k him because he was fit as f**k and was model level handsome. He apparently graduated from Yale too, and only taught in high school to "see how it felt." The year I graduated, he apparently went back to Yale because he got offered a teaching job there.
My religion teacher in 8th grade was a smoking hot 25 yo with big tits and a perfectly round ass. She always wore skin-tight jeans too.
F**k I wish I had had her as a teacher later on in high school when I really started fapping furiously.
ITT: We all had that substitute who just stood/sat there doing nothing all period while the class screwed around.
I had an anatomy teacher in 12th grade, Coach Zaring who was a total badass. Generally knew everything about any subject you would ask him. Was always willing to get off topic if we were asking interesting questions. He also would play music softly in the background during lectures and tests. Lots of old rock, really good stuff. He also talked to some hospital and got us arranged to watch an autopsy live near the end of my senior year. Sh*t was really cool, man
>Coach Zaring
>Coach Z
That doesn't sound anything like the Coach Z I know.
We once had this teacher called Mrs. King taking us over for history. It was our second year there, and we were about 13, so it was safe to say we were about to annoy the f**k out of her. However, she was getting a bit old, and she had quite a solemn air about her, so we thought we'd tone the trolling down a bit. Instead of behaving like a bunch of autistic monkeys on LSD, one of the kids decided to ask if she had a son called "Joe". Because "Joe King" sounds a bit like 'joking', right? It was a sh*t joke back then, too. Anyway, she turned to face the class, and she just said in a low voice "I did. But he died in a war". We all felt terrible, but she continued the lesson with a slightly more upbeat air.
Not sure if trolled.
I had an awesome 7th grade science teacher. He didn't believe in notes, and would take them away if he saw any student taking them. He also never assigned homework. He believed that all learning should happen in your mind, and in the class room. He taught us al these tricks for remembering sh*t, and literally had an entire unit dedicated to "How to deal with the boring classes you inevitably encounter later in life." He had a gray ponytail down to his ass and in general knew f**king everything.
I had an anatomy teacher in 12th grade, Coach Zaring who was a total badass. Generally knew everything about any subject you would ask him. Was always willing to get off topic if we were asking interesting questions. He also would play music softly in the background during lectures and tests. Lots of old rock, really good stuff. He also talked to some hospital and got us arranged to watch an autopsy live near the end of my senior year. Sh*t was really cool, man
this sounds suspiciously like fast times at ridgemont high.
Ugh, kids are so disgusting. I say that yet my third and fourth choices of education are being a teacher.
I hope I get into my first two choices, especially having read this thread. Hearing adults get bullied by a bunch of nasty kids is just terrifying. These people devote their lives to teaching and... ugh. Some kids should just be shot in the head.
bump for the high win.
Oh god the teachers at my school were odd. We had a AP English teacher named Mr. A, well thats what we all called him, but he would show us movies and TV shows all the time. I was also in his mass media class and already knew everything for his class so i sat in the extra cutting room for school anouncements and play GTA for my PSP
We also had a student teacher come in for one of my brother's classes and his name was Mr. Arr... no joke, but he was on the worlds Strongman compitition a couple of time and this kid drew a comic of a kid in the class throwing a paper airplane, it hitting Mr. Arr, and Mr. Arr promptly tossing the kid out of the window. Well Mr. Arr found it looked at it for a second then asked who drew it... Of course no one fessed up so he hung it on the board, when he was on his last day he told the class that the real reason he wanted to know who it was, was because it made him laugh everyday he came in. This dude sat in a crappy plastic chair, you know the one every classroom has one, It looked like a 300 pound guy sitting in a kindergarden chair
Ugh, kids are so disgusting. I say that yet my third and fourth choices of education are being a teacher.
I hope I get into my first two choices, especially having read this thread. Hearing adults get bullied by a bunch of nasty kids is just terrifying. These people devote their lives to teaching and... ugh. Some kids should just be shot in the head.
So should plenty of teachers, if we're honest.
Ugh, kids are so disgusting. I say that yet my third and fourth choices of education are being a teacher.
I hope I get into my first two choices, especially having read this thread. Hearing adults get bullied by a bunch of nasty kids is just terrifying. These people devote their lives to teaching and... ugh. Some kids should just be shot in the head.
Don't blame the kids, blame sh*t tier public school system that you're going to be a part of.
Don't blame the kids, blame sh*t tier public school system that you're going to be a part of.
nah man, I remember school. It was the kids. all the kids who came from the getto were sh*t. caused all the problems in class and basically did not care about anything.
nah man, I remember school. It was the kids. all the kids who came from the getto were sh*t. caused all the problems in class and basically did not care about anything.
yeah man. most of the bullsh*t and drama from middle school and high school came from the other kids, not the teachers.
ITT: stories of horrible/bad/cool/f**king weird high school teachers
I remember in grade 8 we had this midget teacher named "Ms. Winnech" (I never figured out her first name)
Anyways, this Winnech bitch was a midget, probably 4'5 or something. She could give a blow job without kneeling down.
She ruled the class with an iron fist: there would be absolutely no talking, joking, or whispering in her class -- absolute silence.
She achieved this by F**KING YELLING AT STUDENTS with her banshee voice. I don't think my 13 years old self can out yell her, because that midget knew how to vocally project her voice LIKE F**KING THIS!
She was mediocre teacher at best but I figured she couldn't hack it for high school so she taught middle school, where she could bully grade 8 kids similar to her height.
Imagine her teaching high school and berating the students.
The class Alpha male (usually a black kid) would tell her to shut the f**k up and sit the f**k down. Then she could run to the washroom and cried, so she resigned and migrated to middle school.
The teachers in public school systems are generally horrible.
Anytime there's a c**ky/hot-shot teacher yelling at a class, I hope an angry student would beat the sh*t out of the teacher.
And it has happened somewhere in America.
God bless the student, and God bless you too.
I'm not trying to sound like a showoff or anything like that , but I had a teacher named Pn. Tan who was exactly similar in terms of attitude. Not height though. I'd say she was around ... 5'4 ?
Anyway , she would completely f**king rage at students for no god damn reason and if it was it'd be for reasons as small as forgetting to bring a pen etc.
This one time , she raged at me ( I forgot to bring my textbook) and she would go on and on until a point where she actually insulted my father. I mean , that sh*t is over.
So I stood up and became the 'alpha' male of the class. She practically just stood there and according to my classmate , shivered and teared . After that day , I've never heard her shout/scream at anyone ever. Discipline teachers were weird , the mean ones would suddenly just tell me to hang loose and to be patient (Uncommon for them to act that way)
Later , I found out she used to be an pretty cool teacher. Apparently , her husband died in a car-crash and basically changed. Even the teachers vouched for this. I felt really bad and she wouldnt accept my apology ;-;.
f**king moot because post originally directed to OP
This man was my form tutor in year 10 (not sure the high school equivalent but that's when you are 14/15)
He had an eye that looked the wrong way so you could never tell if he was looking at you or not, once someone stuck a sanitary towel to the white board which they'd coloured in red and it took him half an hour to notice, he didnt even get angry he just looked sad.
He also wouldn't react if someone called him a "c**t" and people used to slap the top of his head and call him baldy :( i liked him.
Jesus, I feel bad for him.
He looks like a good man.
anonymous is not Messenger. GTFO f**s.
>implying these aren't the only decent threads to be found on the new anonymous
Sorry but it's true.
I am bumping this thread for more stories
bump
Weird/horrible teacher: 9th grade musical arts
Called herself Dr. Henry because I guess she had a Ph.D. but how in the hell did this stupid bitch get a doctorate? She had 0 common sense and was totally oblivious. My friends would tease her with stupid sh*t.
>Hey Dr. Henry do you like to put duck butter on your toast?
>Uh, uhm... why yes! Yes I do.
>*snickering because she doesn't know what duck butter is*
She'd freak if it got too loud, too.
Scary teacher: math teacher I never had
Heard he got so mad he picked up a desk and threw it out the hallway. The guy was jacked and bald and wore glasses - pretty much like a geek Hulk.
Creepy - 10th grade bio
Coached varsity girls' soccer, was like 55 and looked like Jamie from mythbusters. He ended up marrying a student he taught in his first year or two of teaching. So yeah, his wife is like 12 years younger than him. And he flirts with every girl that was ever on his team. And the best part? He has an extra room in his bio room that no one goes in, he keeps it locked usually. But you can see through the door window that there are pictures of his past teams all over the walls. Creepy.
Cool teacher - band
This guy was like 28 and really cool. He would have us watch Elf after we played our Christmas concert until break came (usually 2 days of class). He was pretty funny and a total bro. I miss the guy. I found out his wife left him :\
>implying bogans are as bad as ni**ers
Come here to the US. Come to the south. I dare you. I double-dog dare you.
Your eyes, they will be opened.
I am an Australian who moved to California when i was 15 ( 18 now ) , Bogans are more closely related to rednecks without guns, Replace Nascar with Footy and the word truck with ute.
My AP calc teacher, Mr. Truex. He looked like a bald dwarf. I don't expect you to understand, but he was basically the closest person to the old bearded mentor movie sterotype that I've ever met in rel life. Imagine a Jedi Master, Dr. Cox from Scrubs, and Gandalf combined into one.
I had this cool english teacher. We all called him sir mike since his first name was michel. He played video games. He has an above average IQ. He thought me how to play the guitar. His wife was smoking hot. He was the youngest teacher at my school. He would usually tell stories in class. That year before i graduated from middle school was the best year of my school life.
My AP calc teacher, Mr. Truex. He looked like a bald dwarf. I don't expect you to understand, but he was basically the closest person to the old bearded mentor movie sterotype that I've ever met in rel life. Imagine a Jedi Master, Dr. Cox from Scrubs, and Gandalf combined into one.
>Imagine a Jedi Master, Dr. Cox from Scrubs, and Gandalf combined into one.
>looked like a bald dwarf
This has to be the coolest man alive.
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