Bald teacher
Author notes: So we had this unnamed teacher for few years for chemistry and IT. And I must say he broke all the effort that was left in me to learn these subjects. This is a list of sort of funny moments we had with him.
Each time the school bell rang, he was standing at the doorstep, ready to waste another 45 minutes of our lives.
He insisted on salutation at the beginning of each lesson in a form of standing up...like if we were in a catholic church.
Wanna go to toilet? "No, suffer!" Never! Ever! You shall not pass. Better piss yourself then leaving this room!
Every lesson started with a repeating test from the last one. We eventually took that motto on our graduation sash, "repeat no more."
Once he called out a student named let´s say...Mr. Si. He told him to write down the topic of the lesson on the black board. Mr. Si. asked him if he is serious. In the end he wrote it. "Now read it." The teacher ordered him. And Mr. Si. asked "Are you fucking kidding me? Go and make fun of someone else."
Another time we had a class in a so called laboratory and the teacher was searching for something and my classmate Mr. Ko. didn´t see him, so he asked out loudly "Where is that bald guy?"
Also every time we had laboratory lessons, he shouted "Gimme workbooks!"
Once mr. Ko. lied on the ground, so I walked to him and said "Good day Mr. Homeless guy."
And the teacher responded "Good day."
Since his interpretation of curriculum was totally incomprehensible some students learned the text book by heart. Mr. Si. was so good at it, that when he asked the teacher on which site is it in the textbook and got the answer, he knew what is there word by word.
One of my classmates, Mr. St. provoked him in three different ways in once. He was using his phone with one hand, eating a bun with the other and with full mouth answering teachers question. That made him furious, so he gave Mr. St. a sanction test, which should be much harder, then our regular tests. Anyway Mr. St. got A.
Every time this teacher was angry he used to smash his hands on the table like he was Wreck-It Ralph.
One day he had open placket and no one told him all day long.
He also hated sleepers, so no one was allowed to sleep during his classes, even though they were so boring.
Once he was trying to explain us something, which looked like he was twisting an imaginary breasts.
He asked "What you don´t understand?"
And Mr. Ko. answered "I mainly don´t know what am I doing here."
Once I was a passionate drawer. Now I am a passionate writer. But once I draw myself, fighting with some random chemical formula with a sword, cutting it into pieces and I gave him the drawing with a wish of Merry Christmas. His genius brain figured out that I am threatening him with death. In the end I got admonition of class teacher. Well it was worth it.
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