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My cousin TJ is 4 and lives in Italy, although he is American. He goes to a school for toddlers taught by nuns. We always knew they didn't like him much, and his parents discovered why when he waved at a passing nun one day. "Man, Mom!" he said. "Those nunions didn't even wave to us!" Undoubtedly this played a part in their dislike...
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.
I used to think that the girls' toilets at my primary school were haunted, so I set up my own Ghostbusters' club with my friends.
We also used to think that this teacher (who was, to be fair, a complete bitch) was really an alien with green skin underneath her human disguise. (I think I got that from watching Roald Dahl's "The witches")
Funny though, we never caught any ghosts, only a haunting stench.
When I was younger I used to believe that English teachers are aliens and they just want to disturb me in playing toys
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 in first grade, my teacher had drawings of characters based on the letters of the alphabet hanging on the wall over the windows of the classroom.
The one I remember most was Munching Mouth because one day my teacher put her hand to her ear and said that Munching Mouth just said he had an idea. At the exact same time she did this, some people had passed outside the window talking. For years afterwards, I actually thought I had heard Munching Mouth speak to her.
When I was little my mom used to tell me stories of when she was little and in "grade school". Then one day in 5th grade my teacher told us a story of when SHE was in "grade school". I though--OH MY GOSH, MY MOM AND HER WENT TO THE SAME SCHOOL TOGETHER! I almost raised my hand to to announce this fascinating coincidence to the class. But I was too shy. good thing
I used to believe that teachers never went to the bathroom during school. It never occurred to me that when they said they were going to the "office," they were really going to the bathroom.
I used to believe the teachers cried when school was canceled due to a "snow day." Since I've become a teacher, now I pray for snow even in May!
When I was younger in grade school whenever my dad would go see the teachers for parent-teacher meetings I would always get nervous about what they would tell him, I thought they were out to get me. When he would come home I would go hide in my room.
When i was in primary school, i always thought "why teachers never ill ? no work at home?no other activities other than classesssssss ? no leaves ? ????
I used to believe that boys couldn't be teachers because they weren't smart enough.
Like many others, I used to believe that teachers spent all their time at the school. I never saw them outside of the classroom setting.
Then, my first grade teacher invited the entire class to her house for a picnic. (It turns out she did this every year.) I was dumbfounded to learn that teachers were regular people.
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!!!!!!
When I was 5, just starting school. I used to believe that my teacher, Mrs Branch, was actually my second mummy!!! It toke alot of explaining from my REAL mum to make me understand she was only a teacher.
I believed that my first teacher had magical powers (like a dragon). I thought this because she could make my face go hot just by looking at me.
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 that teachers lived in ufos at night and tha's why they dressed so weird.
When I was 6, on the last day of term before Christmas, there was a rumour going round my class that our teacher was in fact a burglar who had put time bombs in our Christmas crackers so that wehen we pulled them, we'd be blown up!
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!