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When I was in kindergarten our teacher asked each of us what our favorite color was. Whe she came to me I proudly stated that camouflage was my favorite. After an extensive argument my parents were called to come pick me up from school. Camouflage is still my favorite color.
When I was in preschool I used to think all of my teachers were robots. I couldn't understand how they never went to the bathroom when I was constantly raising my hand asking to go pee. I always watched them very closely during nap time. All the teachers would gather around and talk. I was certain that if I could just get a good look at the back of their heads I would be able to see an on/off switch to confirm my suspicions.
I thought teachers secretly lived at school over the summer. They lived in big pickle jars full of some kind of fluid or maybe plugged into electric outlets to recharge in the small bathroom in the back of the classrooms. Why else would they stack all those boxes of Kleen-ex up in the windows?
I used to laugh about it until my son entered the first grade. I was pretty shocked to discover he had the same teacher I had... and, I swear to God, she hadn't aged a day!
During my first few years at school, I kept hearing that "teachers have eyes in the back of their heads", so I thought that when someone became a teacher, they had to have an operation to get an extra set of eyes! I also wondered why a lot of lady teachers had long hair. What's the point in having eyes in the back of your head if you keep covering them up? (fortunately I didn't embarrass myself by asking that!)
My best friend and I were convinced that a new male teacher was a spy, and spent ages trying to persuade the other kids this was so. One of his main complaints was that there never seemed to be any paperclips when they were needed, so we came to the conclusion that he was secretly stealing them and selling them, and that his complaints were just a cover. Thankfully, I was only 7 at the time and had an highly active imagination, so I have an excuse! But if you're reading this, Mr Mooney, I'm on to you...
my little brother was shocked when his teacher asked him to get something from the store-room at the back of the class.he thought that it was her bedroom n that all the teachers slept at school in the night and lived in the staff-room!
I thought that teachers were assigned to certain grades based upon how smart they were, i.e., the ones who taught first grade were the least intellligent, the 2nd grade teachers were a bit smarter than the first grade teachers, and the 4th grade teachers must be the smartest teachers of them all. Then I told my 2nd grade teacher a really big vocabulary word ("entomologist") that my 1st grade teacher had taught me the year before, and when my 2nd grade teacher truly didn't know what it meant, it blew my mind.
I used to think that my school headteacher was called the Head Mischief as opposed to the Head Mistres.
Well, I only ever saw her when I'd been up to mischief!
When my son was in the 4 year old transition class, he came home, very serious, and informed me that his teacher did not know her colors. Trying not to laugh, I asked him why he thought that. His reply, which was also very serious, was that everytime his teacher held up a color, she asked them, "Class, what color is this?" After turning back to his work he looked back up and said, "and to think, she is trying to teach us!"
I used to believe my teachers lived in the classroom. It was a total shock the first time I saw one of them in a supermarket.
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