Creepiest teacher ever...the art teacher that "taught" us about subliminal messages. Cited the 1957 Vicary movie-theater experiment as fact. I'd find out what a shitload of fuck that was almost 10 years later thanks to Slashdot and Wikipedia.
Most out-of-tune with the times...the reading teacher who carried on an excruciatingly embarrassing 5-minutes-long conversation about the word "suck" when someone in the class exclaimed, "That sucks!" Her final retort, "It meant something different back in my day," just made you want to crawl in a hole and die. Clue stick: 8th graders know that definition of the word, too.
Most fake humanitarian...Ever had one of those teachers that would make promises in front of the class to help students out that couldn't afford certain extra supplies? Back in 7th grade, my father had been laid off and money was really tight. The English teach wanted us to have a notebook and some other stuff to keep a journal. I noted that unlike years past, my parents didn't get us much in the way of school supplies. So I decided to swallow my pride and take my English teacher up on the offer, but I got directed to the little student-run school supply shops.
Douchebagsayswhat? Those things are about fund-raising, not low prices.
Fuck him then and double-fuck him now. When my grandmother passed away, I found out just how bad those times were. My mother was very upset to find grandma's checkbook. At a time when grandma "didn't have any money," she had entries paying the other siblings' extra-curricular bills. My mother recounted how she was looking over her budget crying back then because "she couldn't afford you guys' shoes."
When my English teacher revealed at the end of the year that his intent for that journal was to show us some kind of change in our perspective, I laughed my ass off. My skipping those journal assignments had just been justified.
How's this for an observation in change in perspective: I used to be a happy little kid without a care in the world and now I'm a bitter middle-aged man because of candle-sniffing cock-whoring fuck-trophies like you. Go climb a wall of dicks, put them in a wheelbarrow, and ride them straight up your own ass. When you're done with that, don't come crying to me about not wanting to do it. Everyone in the real world does things they don't want to do, I just thought you might want to know what it's like. And as far as I'm concerned, you still owe me one notebook. Which you can proceed to do with that what you just got done doing with the mountain of phalli. Next time don't play the humanitarian card if you don't intend to live up to it.
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