Favorite School Memories Or Teachers

[bri]

With school starting most places I thought it would be nice if we shared some of our favorite school memories or thoughts on our favorite or most memorable teachers.



And before someone asks. Yes reform school counts.





I always remember getting new clothes and picking out my backpack and lunchbox. One of my most vivid memories was starting pre-school which was at the regular school and my mom crying. Right before I started I had gone to the eye doctor and found out I had to have glasses and worse I had to wear an eye patch on one eye for several months. At the time I didn't know why she was crying, but found out later it was because she was so afraid the other kids would pick on me or tease me, but nobody ever did. They just accepted it as a part of me and even liked to see what sticker I would pick to put on it. The patches came with different stickers to help make the process a little more bearable for a 4 year old.









I bet some of you have some great ones. Hope you will share..

 

[sth]

I always remember in each grade of elementary school we would have two possible teachers. They would post it on the door of the school a couple days before school started. So I was always excited to see which of my friends would be in my class. My favorite teacher was my teacher in 3rd grade Mrs. Dahlner. Actually she took over halfway through the year for a teacher who was a total ***** but she got a new job.

 

[ytsejam]

I had a teacher in high school that used to give me tickets to Illini games when he couldn't attend.

He was pretty cool.

The asshole that threw me down a flight of stairs when I was 10 wasn't nearly as cool.

 

[bri]

When I was in second grade this kid named Jerry sat in front of me. Whenever the teacher would leave the room he would turn around and kiss my hand and try to sweet talk me. I soon found out, it wasn't me he wanted, but my Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pie. Of course I was crushed at the time, but healed quickly and would later learn how lucky I was to escape that since he is now in prison for shooting someone. I am unsure if he was after their Oatmeal Cream Pie too or something of the pharmaceutical nature.

 

[sth]

When I was in second grade this kid named Jerry sat in front of me. Whenever the teacher would leave the room he would turn around and kiss my hand and try to sweet talk me. I soon found out, it wasn't me he wanted, but my Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pie. Of course I was crushed at the time, but healed quickly and would later learn how lucky I was to escape that since he is now in prison for shooting someone. I am unsure if he was after their Oatmeal Cream Pie too or something of the pharmaceutical nature.

Well now his cell mate is sweet talking him. But something tells me the cell mate doesn't want his Oatmeal Cream Pie.



My favorite professor was Dr. Rust my history professor. He was a very entertaining teacher. I took a class with him where we interviewed WW2 vets and recorded them.

 

[bri]

I had a teacher in high school that used to give me tickets to Illini games when he couldn't attend.

He was pretty cool.

The asshole that threw me down a flight of stairs when I was 10 wasn't nearly as cool.

What did you do that would ever make them feel justified in doing that? Sorry Hun, Here's a Hug.

 

[ytsejam]

What did you do that would ever make them feel justified in doing that? Sorry Hun, Here's a Hug.

I had the balls to walk around some other kids as we were filing up the stairs. I had him in 4th grade. I've seen him pick up several children by the neck and shake them like a ragdoll.

Funny that that's about the time I started thinking that school sucked.

 

[Bringmepie]

Right before I started I had gone to the eye doctor and found out I had to have glasses and worse I had to wear an eye patch on one eye for several months.

I had a high school friend with a glass eye, his story how he'd lost his real one would change from telling to telling. Anyway, he'd sit reading something with a pen in one hand, taping it against his forehead or temple, then slowly move the pen down until he was tapping his false eye until whoever nearby noticed just to freak them out.

 

[CLWolf81]

I will never forget my art teacher. She was a beautiful Spanish redhead with a very obvious pot addiction. She grew some behind her classroom. I didn't smoke it, but I got an easy A in her class for watching over her plants... lol

Best moment I had with her was when I delivered this cow heart in a bag with the words "Where's the beef?" written on the bag. Funny part about this? The person whom it was delivered to, whose name was similar to the name of a Hawk (no relation, of course)... Rumor had it he was also a porn director but I was unable to find out about his films, Why he turned out to be our chemistry teacher I have no clue...



Ahh the awesomeness that was Catholic school.... *sigh*

 

[TSD]

I got slapped by my teacher (a nun) in the 5th grade because when we went to mass that morning, i wasnt hungry and put the host in my pocket instead of eating it. A fellow student ratted me out, She jammed it in my face "THIS IS THE BODY OF CHRIST!FS!W!@!!!!" Wham, backhand across the face. That was the last year I went to catholic school. I should have hit her back.

 

[ytsejam]

Damn! At least the asshole that threw me down the stairs didn't blame it on his god.

I suppose I was "blessed" by public school.

 

[bri]

I got slapped by my teacher (a nun) in the 5th grade because when we went to mass that morning, i wasnt hungry and put the host in my pocket instead of eating it. A fellow student ratted me out, She jammed it in my face "THIS IS THE BODY OF CHRIST!FS!W!@!!!!" Wham, backhand across the face. That was the last year I went to catholic school. I should have hit her back.

Somehow, I knew your stories would be heartwrenching. Were you saving it for later cause you didn't have enough to eat? What sad, scared little boys you and Jam (Ytsejam) must have been.

 

[Kerfuffle]

In junior high we had a teacher who was young and attractive and her nipples would be erect a lot when she was cold or nervous - so the guys obviously loved that. That's all I really remember about her to this day. She was a shitty teacher but gave me wood each day.

 

[tvltre]

Awesome school stories.



Me...not much except maybe in photography class in H.S.



The class took a trip to the art institute. while outside having lunch, the class sat on this slanted wall outside this glass mirrored wall. Well, we started making faces, straddling the short wall and pretending to run...and other nonsense stuff teens do. Well, someone got the idea that we should see what was on the other side of the glass...turned out to be the cafeteria and the whole place was laughing at are lunch show we were performing.

 

[Tater]

When I was probably 8 or 9 there was a kid in my gym class with a colostomy bag.

At that age, no one really understood why and he was teased mercilessly because of smell.

Then it happened...... yep, we were playing dodgeball in class and... well you can guess the rest.

 

[bri]

Was it you?

 

[Kerfuffle]

When I was probably 8 or 9 there was a kid in my gym class with a colostomy bag.

At that age, no one really understood why and he was teased mercilessly because of smell.

Then it happened...... yep, we were playing dodgeball in class and... well you can guess the rest.

That's sad. But kids don't understand social skills and when to be polite and just suck it up. As adults we know better. Even in my forties there are times I'm in an elevator or in a meeting and I can tell some woman is having her period by the smell. But I do the adult thing and ignore it. Or I notice a co-worker has BO that day - so I ignore it - and leave if possible. But if I handled it like the kids did I'd have some woman in tears or be in trouble with the Compliance area. The scarring of a child that young though is sad. I hate when kids get picked on.

 

[Tater]

Was it you?

Nope, I was just a shy little nerd.

That's sad. But kids don't understand social skills and when to be polite and just suck it up. As adults we know better. Even in my forties there are times I'm in an elevator or in a meeting and I can tell some woman is having her period by the smell. But I do the adult thing and ignore it. Or I notice a co-worker has BO that day - so I ignore it - and leave if possible. But if I handled it like the kids did I'd have some woman in tears or be in trouble with the Compliance area. The scarring of a child that young though is sad. I hate when kids get picked on.

Yeah, he poor kid is probably scarred for life from it.

 

[bri]

Nope, I was just a shy little nerd.







Yeah, he poor kid is probably scarred for life from it.

So nothing's changed?



I was going to say what's a little poop between friends. I can't believe they made him participate in gym.

 

[LordKOTL]

My favorite school memory was high school--specifically my senior prank.



So, i took an electronics course at a facility off of school grounds, and I had to take a bus out there. Since the facility offered more than just electronics (stuff like mechanics, CAM, Dental assisting, etc.) there was a lot of diversity on the bus--not just geeks or gearheads. Anyhow, on that bus ride there were two sychophants that ALWAYS wanted to listen to the pop station--and the bus driver indulged them happily, enough to drive the rest of us crazy. The rest of the bus asked the driver to switch staions. she refused. We also asked her to just turn the radio off. She refused. Remember that i was in an electronics class.



My dad's car at the time had just an AM/FM radio. No casette or CD. So, I bought a device that ran off of a single AA battery that would enable any input from a standard 1/8" jack to be broadcast over an FM station so I could listen to CD's in his car. Anyhow, I re-wired it and added another amplification stage so that the range extended from 3' to about 18' and ran off of a 9-volt (essentially, I built myself a jammer) that had enough power to step over any radio station from anywhere inside of the bus. I then borrowed GWAR's "Hell-o" CD from my bro, packed the CD player and jammer in my coat, and queued everything up before the bus ride and dialed in the pop station.



I waited until about 5 minutes into the bus ride and fired it up--specifically the song "War Toy." The look on the bus driver's face was priceless when she heard the lyrics "A cosmic forklift rules my throbbing asshole!" Everyone was laughing or in shock. She tried to switch stations. I followed her. i kept going until she turned the radio off...FOR GOOD. Victory was mine

The best part was, only one guy (one of my best friends) figured out it was me and what I did, and the rest of the bus was so glad that the radio finally go shut off (except for the two cleft-pressers), that no one was the wiser.