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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.
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 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!"
When I was in Primary school, our teacher used to explain some things by starting a sentence with "When I was a little boy..."
Damn you Mrs Hudson, I thought that when I grew up I'd turn into a woman!!!!!!
I used to believe...when school teachers went to their "teacher's break room", they worked on and built rockets to fight the Soviets and Cubans (back during the Missile Crisis).
When I was younger I used to believe that my school teachers were actually my parents in costumes. I was always paranoid about getting in trouble as a result. My beliefs were reinforced whenever I did something bad at school and by the time I got home they knew about it.
Little did I know about secretaries and phone calls.