When I was a child, I used to believe that teachers slept at school to study and prepare the subjects we would do the next day. When my English teacher told me that it wasn’t true, I walked out of the school and I did not speak to her for days.”
When i was in primary school i used to believe that in the last bathroom there was an evil clown
I used to think that teachers slept at school because they loved children
I used to think English teachers could sue their students for plagiarism if they caught you copying story or poem ideas off someone else, sort of like cheating on a test!
I used to believe that all teachers lived at the teacher's lounge. I thought it was illegal for them to live outside of school
In our school nativity play, the teacher shouted out 'choir!' when we had to sing Silent Night, but I thought she said 'quiet!', so everyone looked at me when they were singing, and I didn't join in! Talk about heavenly peace!
teachers live at school
I used to think the writer's workshop lessons we had in primary school would be like some of carpentry or DIY workshop, and pictured a man from somewhere like Homebase or IKEA coming into the classroom, and saying 'who are these people in my workshop?!'
In primary school, I thought the nursery teacher wasn't allowed to come into the main school and got supposedly 'upset' when seeing her in assembly with the 4-year-olds, because I hadn't expected to see her again after 2 years like that!
I used to have this very strange idea, not sure why exactly, that there was some sort of plagiarist law for schoolkids about quoting book characters in certain situations, so when I was 11, in year 6, I had this cringe-worthy incident when we heard the word 'bossy' used in a school lesson that was being read to us in English class, it brought back this memory of when I'd randomly told two classmates to 'stop being bossy', although they weren't really, I was just quoting someone from a book that I thought of at the time, and I managed to discreetly cry about it in the next lesson, until a boy saw my tear-stained face at lunchtime, and luckily he wasn't interfering enough to actually tell on me, because he'd just noticed, but then everyone did, and the headmistress and dinner lady believed that I had really been 'bullied' escpecially when I didsn't want to name anyone, since it was all made up, and I certainly didn't want anything to happen to me or anyone, both started panicking about me, thinking I'd really been 'bullied', when I tried to explain this phobia I had and had to convince them that it really was just made up!