i had a geography teacher like that one day he handed everyone's book back to them except mine. he called me to the front to collect mine and as i got to him he grabbed the lapels and spun me round and threw me into the blackboard before going off on one shouting and generally berating me. my reaction was to just stand there and let him get it out of his system. I wasn't fussed at all in fact i thought it was quite funny. needless to say I didn't give a toss about school never did homework on principle, as if you were caught talking would be told wait till home time that's your time, then gave homework well that was my time so refused to do it. I wasn't very popular with my teachers lol
I just did what I was told to do when I was told to do it....and because of that school just seemed a breeze. Now I have a 14 year old that's kicking and screaming against the system... I let his mum deal with it, for some reason he's not interested in my opinion.
Bloody hell, even the NAZIs tried to get him shot. “Here Führer take this suspiciously bright and obviously different coat that will emphasise your magnificence and importance. Now, I’ll go and stand at the back”
We messed with every teacher in high school. From directing the sun's reflection into their eyes with our watch crystals, cattle drives (slowly inching our desks forward till we were all bunched together up front), stuffing their unlocked car with toilet paper, etc., except for Mr. Petrosky. He was the gym teacher, a former professional wrestler (The Golden Bruin) who stood 6'5" and weighed about 350 lbs. He would cuff you as soon a look at you. If you got out of line he would lift you off the ground by the collar using one arm and berate you within an inch of your face using every foul word in the book and some I'd never heard before (Catholic prep school, mind you). No calling parents. No being sent to the principal's office. Just a quick punch in the chest above the sternum. I graduated in 1970. My chest still hurts.
I'm sorry to say that I had to read that twice. I'm from east anglia so please give me some leeway....?
When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers who would Hurt the children any way they could By pouring their derision Upon anything we did And exposing every weakness However carefully hidden by the kids But in the town it was well known When they got home at night, their fat and Psycopathic wives would thrash them Within inches of their lives… Pink Floyd & Gerald Scarfe.
