When I was in the 5th grade, we had a teacher who was in her 60s and was beginning to lose it mentally.
Fucking bitch.
She terrorized us all at one point or another.
And being 10-year-olds, we of course could not accuse her of anything (this was 35 years ago, back when teachers were authority figures).
Yes my parents raised me to respect authority. As an adult I have modified that attitude somewhat. I now respect authority where respect is due. And disrespect authority completely where it is not.
So anyway, I freaked her out one day. It was worth it to see the look on her face.
Though for all I know it may have somehow caused health issues later on in my life.....
So anyway, one day we were studying radioactivity. Sure we got the usual scare films, like "Duck & Cover" (Download HERE )
This woman was a rock collector and amateur geologist. She told us that day that she was going to bring a Geiger counter in to class the next day, and we should bring in any rocks we had in our collections, or that we found at home or on the playground, and we could check them for radioactivity.
As luck would have it, my Dad had gone on a business trip to Boston the year before, and had brought me back a rock collection he bought at the gift shop of some Natural History Museum in the Boston area.
All of the rocks in this collection were about the size of a quarter or smaller, and were glued to little sqaure pieces of cardboard. Printed on the cardboard was the name of the rock, and what states in the US they could be found in.
So anyway, one of the rocks was about a half an inch in diameter.
On the cardboard backing it said: Uranium Ore
I am reasonably sure if my Dad had known it was in there, he may not have bought it for me.
It is just a guess, but I would assume if it was radioactive enough, it would not have been for sale in the first place.
But I digress.
I tore the rock off of the carboard backing and brought it to school the next day.
For all I knew it might not have been unranium ore at all.
So this old bitch brought out the Geiger counter, and she checked all the rocks the other kids had brought to school.
Nothing but the occasional clicks of background radiation.
Then I handed her my rock.
It sounded like the snow you get on a TV channel with no station.
Pink Noise.
I thought her eyes were going to fall out of her skull.
Then she got pissed off and started interrogating me as to where I got this rock.
I told her it was part of my rock collection.
She was still pretty pissed off (YAAAAAY!!!), and I do not think I got the rock back.
That is probably the only story I have about incompetent teachers.
I wish I could have got her fired or something, as she was a cranky old battle-axe who should have retired back in the 1800s. But at least I got one small piece of satisfaction at pissing her off. Fucking bitch. (Note: I only use this term when describing humans of the female sex who deserve to be labelled as such. No inference is being made to the majority of women who are beautiful, sane, or otherwise normal and decent human beings).
As it was, she died in a car accident a few years later, and I remember being happy about it.
Oh well.
NEXT!
Fucking bitch.
She terrorized us all at one point or another.
And being 10-year-olds, we of course could not accuse her of anything (this was 35 years ago, back when teachers were authority figures).
Yes my parents raised me to respect authority. As an adult I have modified that attitude somewhat. I now respect authority where respect is due. And disrespect authority completely where it is not.
So anyway, I freaked her out one day. It was worth it to see the look on her face.
Though for all I know it may have somehow caused health issues later on in my life.....
So anyway, one day we were studying radioactivity. Sure we got the usual scare films, like "Duck & Cover" (Download HERE )
This woman was a rock collector and amateur geologist. She told us that day that she was going to bring a Geiger counter in to class the next day, and we should bring in any rocks we had in our collections, or that we found at home or on the playground, and we could check them for radioactivity.
As luck would have it, my Dad had gone on a business trip to Boston the year before, and had brought me back a rock collection he bought at the gift shop of some Natural History Museum in the Boston area.
All of the rocks in this collection were about the size of a quarter or smaller, and were glued to little sqaure pieces of cardboard. Printed on the cardboard was the name of the rock, and what states in the US they could be found in.
So anyway, one of the rocks was about a half an inch in diameter.
On the cardboard backing it said: Uranium Ore
I am reasonably sure if my Dad had known it was in there, he may not have bought it for me.
It is just a guess, but I would assume if it was radioactive enough, it would not have been for sale in the first place.
But I digress.
I tore the rock off of the carboard backing and brought it to school the next day.
For all I knew it might not have been unranium ore at all.
So this old bitch brought out the Geiger counter, and she checked all the rocks the other kids had brought to school.
Nothing but the occasional clicks of background radiation.
Then I handed her my rock.
It sounded like the snow you get on a TV channel with no station.
Pink Noise.
I thought her eyes were going to fall out of her skull.
Then she got pissed off and started interrogating me as to where I got this rock.
I told her it was part of my rock collection.
She was still pretty pissed off (YAAAAAY!!!), and I do not think I got the rock back.
That is probably the only story I have about incompetent teachers.
I wish I could have got her fired or something, as she was a cranky old battle-axe who should have retired back in the 1800s. But at least I got one small piece of satisfaction at pissing her off. Fucking bitch. (Note: I only use this term when describing humans of the female sex who deserve to be labelled as such. No inference is being made to the majority of women who are beautiful, sane, or otherwise normal and decent human beings).
As it was, she died in a car accident a few years later, and I remember being happy about it.
Oh well.
NEXT!
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