My bestfriend and I were in the same grade 12 math class with a teacher who was a total asshole, Mr. Lindall. He would outright call students losers and stupid if they had any issues and if you dared ask a question he would laugh at you, make fun of you and otherwise humiliate you. I had him in grade 10, a different teacher in grade 11, and him again in grade 12. My grades went: low C, A, low C. My best friend and I comiserated with each other a lot over how awful our teacher was. For finals I made her a comemorative T-shirt that read "It's Over! I survived Mr. Lindall's Grade Twelve Math!" She wore it to the exam, and when the teacher asked where she got it, she said "they're selling them outside the door." She and I are still friends to this day. She's a teacher now.
I love this. But you really should have made two dozen and sold them on the way out after the exam. You'd have made a killing.
We had a physics teacher (by we, I mean me, Pedro, and my BFF) who was just a dick to people. He would brag about how many times he had made girls cry by grilling them with hard questions in front of the class. Basically a big grown-up bully.
He was a big fat round guy who looked a lot like the guy who played Newman on Seinfeld (but our teacher was much larger) and also vaguely like the guy in
this Old El Paso Commercial around the time we were in his class. So we would alternately call him "Newman" or "Nacho Man" behind his back when he was being evil.
I had him second period and BFF and Pedro had him fifth, and one day he caught wind of our relationship and casually mentioned to Pedro during class that "blondes are a dime a dozen anyway," basically implying (based on the context that was relayed to me secondhand) that I was essentially a throwaway whore. Pedro, the charming, mild-mannered, model student and student government representative, shot back with, "Fuck off, Nacho Man" before he could blink. He ended up getting written up for detention for the first and only time in his life, but NM offered to let him out of it if he came back the next day with an apology and a candy bar. Which, of course, he did. Last I heard he is still teaching. What a smug sonofabitch he was.
The other thing I remember was that he had a pair of pale blue trousers that he would sometimes wear with a pale pink dress shirt and yellow tie. On those days, he was neither Newman nor Nacho Man. On those days, he was an Easter Egg.
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Topic: 9th February 2012 - Women just can't do math. (Read 4521 times)