I got the strap for always having a messy desk. We had one teacher that would chuck chalk at your head...
I got the strap for always having a messy desk. We had one teacher that would chuck chalk at your head...
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Rulers across the knuckles...had an eraser thrown at me once...hit in the back with a book...the last two were in public school.
One of our HS teachers was also varsity basketball coach and was known for his short fuse and throwing chairs. Our very own Bobby Knight.
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I was a teachers aid the last 2 years of high school for the art department because I could use a miter box and build picture frames... All 3 teachers were winos and would usually start hitting the wine around 10-11am every day. By 2 pm they were usually drunk as hell.
One of them taught an art history class in the afternoons and he'd turn off the lights and do slide shows while he staggered around the room talking about the various paintings. Every day someone would nod off in his class and he walked around with a yard stick and smack their table with the yard stick when he caught someone sleeping...
One day I took his yard stick and made a cut in the bottom side in the middle about 3/4th through... then filled the cut with wood putty so you couldn't see it.
Later that afternoon he was drunk as usual, staggering around in his art history class... I was in the back corner of the room staining frames just waiting for someone to nod off... halfway thru he saw some girl's heading bobbing and made his way over to her desk... without missing a beat in his talk raised that stick up and smacked the table hard... bam!!
The yard stick broke in half and the end that hit the table flew up and nailed the teacher right between the eyes and cut his forehead. He fell over backwards and knocked himself out cold when his head hit the floor. I turned on the lights and told one of the students to go get one of the other teachers next door. He came to a few minutes later... They called an ambulance and when they arrived they kept asking him "Have you been drinking, sir?" It's all I could do not to laugh out loud...
He showed up the next day with a bandage on his forehead and a brand new shiny metal yardstick...
Word got out a few weeks later that I had jacked with his yard stick... he cussed me out for about a half hour and threatened to get me kicked out of school... I threatened to hide his wine collection. He laughed and that was it...
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My biology teacher was a wino but then by the time the senior year rolled around us students were so bored we were drinking lunch as well. I think everyone was canned to the gills in that post lunch biology class.
Last edited by Nitro Express; 10-26-2014 at 04:36 PM.
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What is it with biology teachers? I used to meet my bio teacher at the bar after school, lol.
Crazy motherfuckers. They probably drink out of the lab specimen jars when the liquor store is closed. Doctors are just as nuts. Just hope your surgeon didn't tip back a few to calm his nerves before showing up at the hospital.Originally Posted by Angel
That same teachers best friend was a Dr. Operated on his daughter's broken finger and made a total mess of it.
I called him up a few years ago. He's almost 90 and lives in a basement suite with all his specimen jars, etc. He has all sorts of fish and other little swimming critters. One day the cops showed up because someone reported a suspected meth lab, lmao.
Nah, just Cec the crazy biologist.
I had a teacher tower over me in 1992 demanding to know the name of my God, with 32 witnesses. I answered, Alpha and Omega, for God has no beginning and has no end.
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LOL! Yeah. Biologists when they go crazy they go full bore.
Last edited by Nitro Express; 10-29-2014 at 04:52 AM.
Kind of like this guy. How fitting for Halloween.
Yeah, that's one of the things I like about him. He was the adult I could go talk to as a teen. I'd walk into his classroom whether he had a class or not, sit at his desk and put my feet up. He'd get the class working on something and take me into the back room to chat. Never would've survived without his shoulder to lean on when times got rough...
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