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!
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!
In nursery school, I believed that the teacher was called Miss Penketh because of the pen behind her ear, and the assistant was called Mrs Smiley because she was indeed very nice and smiley.
My mum secretly knew that I preferred Smiley to Penketh lol, although that's just because she was prettier, although Miss Penketh was a nice teacher anyway. Coincidentally I have also had two different music teachers called Mrs Hall, as in the music hall, and a neighbour called Mrs Lane, like saying 'Mrs Lane who lives down the lane'. She was a scary old Scottish lady, who we always avoided, but laugh to look back on.
My teacher held out a hand to say, "stop" but I thought she wanted a high-five.
When my teacher told me to mind my P's and Q's, I thought she was saying "peas in queues" and I was like, "That doesn't make sense!".
Sometimes at school, the teachers would say things I hadn't told them and would say things like "a little bird told me you're getting a cat" and stuff. I thought it was because they were psychic, but in reality they'd been passing notes with my parents.
When I was 9 years old I believed that the teachers were people who spend all day caring for children and helping them in everything like a nanny but I realized that not only were babysitters who with each one learned different things
Teachers lived at the school
When I was in preschool (3 or 4), we used to have a gym that we used an old dark staircase to get to. The teachers didn't want us to fall so they sang a song about keeping your hand on the railing. It went to the tune of "if you're happy and you know it" except the words were "keep your hand on the railing on the wall". My child brain thought that they were telling you to put your hand on the railing and then put it on the wall. So I was constantly switching between railing and wall. I only recently realized that they meant that the railing was on the wall.
When I was in kindergarten, my teachers occasionally mentioned Mr. Mont, the school principal. A good ways into the year, we were told Mr. Mont was dropping by the classroom for a visit. And so he did, but imagine my disappointment when he turned out to be a human... since, for some strange reason, I'd been expecting a kangaroo. I'll never know why, but up until the point I actually saw him in person, every mention of Mr. Mont conjured up the mental image of a real, live kangaroo who was led around the school on a leash.
When I was in first grade my best friend's mom was our teacher. They would always stay late after school for after school care but I just assumed that all teachers and their kids lived at the school. When I asked my friend which room she slept in she said, "You shouldn't sleep during school!" So then I figured that even though they lived at school all the time, they weren't allowed to sleep there. I believed this until 5th grade.
I used to believe that the president graded standardized tests. I'm not sure why...
Apparently I believed adults were as gullible as we were! In school one day, when I was about 7, we were given the task of writing a page in our diary about what we did on the weekend. The teacher made very clear it had to be an honest and true account, however, being an imaginative child I decided to spice mine up a little. I wrote that we went to a pet shop and adopted two of every animal, including koalas, snakes, bears, and many more. I even drew pictures to go along side it. I remember saying to my friend, "She [teacher] won't know I made it up, it could really happen! Couldn't it? How would she know I made it up?" My friend agreed enthusiastically, however much to our surprise, the authenticity of my entry was indeed called into question. I remember vehemently sticking by my story and denying that it was made it up.
I used to believe that teachers lived at school
When I was 6 years old I used to believe my principle was a robot because whatever I did my dad comes to know
so I thought that my principle was a robot and use to come home before I did and give information to my dad and after giving information my dad used to hide him in a secret place in the house and I believed it till I was 8
When I was a kid I always thought the lunch lady had had brain surgery. I could only see the line of her hair net and assumed it was a scar.
When i was younger i used to believe that only people with first names of Mr or Mrs could be teachers beause we called them that at school!
When I was in kindergarten, my teacher would always tell us to be quiet when the announcements came on because our principal could tell if we were listening. I always thought she crawled through a series of tunnels until she arrived at our classroom's PA box to deliver the announcements and watched to see who was paying attention. It wasn't until I saw the intercom system that I realized how it really worked.
They used to call professional development days "teacher's workshops" when I was in school. I though they went to actual workshops, with benches and hammers, like elves. I was always disappointed they didn't bring they made to show the kids the next day.
When I was younger, I thought the teachers actually LIVED at school. I would get totally freaked out when we would see them at the store or outside of school.