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When I was younger I thought that teachers got to make up their names. A socialworker's name was ms.fair, so I decided when I was older I wanted to be a science teacher named ms.science.
I used to believe teachers never had to go to the bathroom
i used to think that teachers knew everything. I MEAN EVERYTHING]... like, all the information known to god. so when i asked a question to my 1st grade teacher and she said, "hmm... im not sure.." i was shocked and i came home and cried for days...i felt for some reason that my teacher had let me down.
In elementary school I used to think that when you got homework, you were doing the teachers work, like they were pushing thier work off on you, and when you did "thier" work wrong they punished you for being careless with thier work by giving you a bad grade!
In elementary school, I used to think that the staff were hiding stuff (if I knew what at the time, I've since forgotten; it may have been captives) behind the mysterious locked doors that seem to be in every school.
i used to believe that mississippiora was my kindergarten teacher's first name. turns out she just married a guy named sippiora...
when i was younger i used to believe that when i was in assembly and i thought bad things the teachers would see it in a speech bubble above my head !
I got in trouble once in school for rolling my eyes around while the teacher was talking. She told me that I was unscrewing my eyeballs and if I wasn't careful they would fall out. I got sent to the principals office after that - I was afraid after what my teacher told me- so of course I screwed my eyes around the other way...
in the first grades I used to believe that my teacher didn't sleep, go to the bathroom, eat, have family or kids, have home. It was a sensation when I discovered that she was a human being like me. I couldn't come out of the shock for several weeks.
As a kid (and up until I was about 11) I believed that teachers were not actually allowed to have kids of their own. No idea where this came from or why it lasted so long. (I'm now a teacher!!)
One day when I was nine I really annoyed my mother. She told me then that she did not know how my teacher could stand being around thirty third-graders all day; if she were a teacher there would have to be a keg in the teacher's lounge. I got curious and asked my teacher the next day if there really WAS a keg in the teacher's lounge. The next parent-teacher conference was not pleasant.
On my first day of school ( I was 5) I was introuduce to the principal who was named Mr Baker. I asked him if he baked pies for all the kids on the play ground. I was disapointed to learn that was just his name and there would be no pie.
I thought teachers knew absolutely everything there was to know!
I also stared at the back of their heads for hours, looking for the eyes.
When I first started secondary school, our form teacher introduced us to our Head of Year, and told us that as long as you kept on the right side of him he was fine, but he could get rather awkward if you got on the wrong side of him. I was 11 then, and even at that age I thought that meant he preferred you to walk on his right-hand or left-hand side!
When I was young,I used to believe that our maths teacher was a mind reader.I don't know why I believed that but I always tried to avoid thinking of bad stuff when he was around.
I used to believe that teachers cut off student's fingers with the fans they kept in the front of the classroom if they were caught using them for addition.
I believed that teachers lived in rooms above the school gym.
My first-grade teacher always used to wear either dress pants or long skirts. When my mom and I were out grocery shopping one day and saw her at the store, however, she was wearing shorts. I said to my mom, "Wow, Mrs. T. actually has legs!"
In 2nd grade, I didn't do my homework, and had never missed an assignment before that, and I thought the teacher was going to send the police to arrest me, and that night I kept hoping that my teacher wouldn't show up with the police. She never did ,obviously.
I believed that teachers went home and talked all the time about history, science and math. I felt really sorry for their kids.
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