Well, the last thing I recall is that a teacher at massage xeroxed a picture of me (A DELIBERATELY HORRIBLE PICTURE OF MY FACE) and used it as a fake diploma and passed it around to the class.
I didn't go to particularly bad institutions but at least three of my high school teachers had nervous breakdowns (I didn't do it, I swear--I was usually just there to talk some courage back into them but at the same time take advantage of less work). One of them tended to sing the national anthem of France, "La Marseillaise," out of the blue, and he once even showed a video, again for no reason, that wasn't at all appropriate for minors, getting him into a fair share of trouble. Another teacher had come to London with us on an excursion and accused a couple of North African kids in our school of stealing her wallet, though the city was crawling with pickpockets.
Then there's all the tirades and stuff, or stories about fights--many of those teachers were really unstable of character, apparently. Luckily I had a handful of good ones who made school not a complete waste of time.
This post was edited by Danilo_G at October 5, 2017 12:27 PM MDT
That is really kind of you! It sounds worse than it was, however, for highlighting the negative so. The mentality was pervasively provincial, though, despite being in smaller cities; and, to be honest, many teachers didn't seem interested in enriching students' perspectives at all. But I sure had lots of laughs there, and left my actual education to books and other media I fortunately could access thanks to my parents.
This post was edited by Danilo_G at October 5, 2017 12:33 PM MDT
There was teacher in the school I taught who went berserker on a student. Another one threw a student through a glass window and another was usually drunk and one time used the wrong textbook for a class. During an outdoor demonstration (I was a chemistry teacher) I caught the grass in our courtyard on fire.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at October 6, 2017 9:39 PM MDT
Element 99 