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When I was in kindergarten, I thought all teachers were robots because they never asked to go to the bathroom. I thought they just put human skin over their metal robot bodies
When I came to know that we had to pay to my school fee (I was 1st class then) I wondered this way, "I go to school and work so hard, and we only have to pay. How rude of these school people"!
Childhood was so wonderful!
When I was young, in kindergarten or grade 1 or so, I couldn't fathom that teachers were people with houses too. I couldn't believe that they got to school before me and stayed at school even after I left. I believed that they lived there, and slept on the desks.
All throughout elementary school, I believed that it was illegal for teachers to come into the bathrooms. So, during class, when we had an assignment I didn't want to do (journal writing, for instance), I would tell the teacher I had to go to the bathroom. I would stay in the bathroom stall playing my GameBoy or reading a book for about 45 minutes and return to class when the the assignments were about over. When the teacher would take me aside and ask why I was in the bathroom for so long, I pretended to be embarrassed and told her I had bad constipation. I never got caught, and was usually excused from the assignments. Foolproof.
In kindergarten i thought when my school library is closed, the library teacher would shut all the blinds, wear a bikini, turn on the radio and start dancing.
my dad used to tell me that teachers had no first names and that is why we call them MS. and Mr. that was till i realized that he and my mom were both teachers and they both had first names.
When I first started school I didnt understand that you learned to read and write. I thought you drank a potion then you could magically read and write perfectly
when i first started school i thought the teachers lived in the school and slept on the tables.
When I was younger, in first grade or so, I used to wonder where teachers went when we left. My teacher had a big supply closet, and I thought she lived in there. Every time she opened the door I would look for her food, and bed. If she even used those! I was so astounded that they didn't get to go home!
I used to believe that my school teachers lived inside the school and my school bus driver lived on the bus.
I have 8 brothers and sisters--all older. They told me a LOT of things when I was younger--I was something of a "surprise" and I'm a full 5 years younger than any of them.
All of us went to a private school where we had uniforms. When I was getting ready for my first day, my older brother (13 at the time, I was 4) came into my room and told me that the reason they made us all wear uniforms to school was to make us look the same. I said that our Mother had told me it was an "equalizer" so no one would fight over clothes. He said she was lying to me and once I got to school they would give me a number instead of calling me by my name and no one would be able to to tell who I was and no one would care.
This belief lasted for about 12 minutes before my Mother assured me that my brother is an idiot and grounded my brother "for life" (aka, 3 days) but it was a very scary 12 minutes. I was a 4 year old without an identity, something that I was already constantly worried about being from such a large family!
When I was in Primary School I had a teacher that all of knew didn't like kids or for that matter being a teacher. One day he came in and said: hand up all the Catholics in the class(3 x put a hand up) and he told us 8 year olds that we were to blame for all the murders and killings in Northern Ireland. I went home from my school in Australia and asked my parents when the Hell were they in Ireland and why had they never told ME that they had traveled abroad let alone murdered people for nothing. This same teacher's measurement class involved him coming and slamming books down saying "there are 12 inches in a foot" Later he just said" "there are three feet in a yard" and i spent a whole weekend pacing out our back-yard trying to work the statement out because there was definitely MORE than three foot(lengths) in my yard alone - let alone the houses with biogger yards!!! I even tried wearing my father's shoes when measuring things out as the teacher's calculations might have been done with 'grown-ups' shoes on
My 7th grade teacher...he looked like Santa. he had a button nose, and a white beard, but he was thin. we called him the "anorexic santa claus" and he danced around when people got good grades and said words that seemed friendly to children, not so friendly to older people like us...he once made a mistake and when pointed out, said "Oh, I'm a naughty boy!" and always asked for our phone numbers (to call our parents...i think he was at&t obsessed)
from then on we decided that he was a sexual predator santa and we all tried to steer clear.
This how I imagine substitute teaching working:
The sick teacher would be lying in his/her bed like they were dying. The principle would be at their bedside. The teacher would say, "Please, have (insert name of substitute here) teach my class today" and then die or go to sleep or something
When I was a kid, I thought that teachers all went to the same school to learn how to be teachers. I also thought they knew everything in the entire world but they didn't have time to teach everything before you finished high school, which is why there were colleges. You could go there to learn more if you wanted to.
In kindergarten our teacher would select one student every day to take the attendance sheet to the principal's office. For the first two months of kindergarten I refused to do it, because I was afraid the principal would come out of his office and fire me from school.
There were a bunch of boys in my second grade class who figured out that you could touch their eyeballs with their fingers. My teacher didn't like it because of germs so she told them if you accidently hit the black middle part of your eye it would pop out. I believed it until I was about 14.
when i was in elementry school, me and my friends would go to the main hall for assembly.
but all the time the principal was talking we was looking at the air vent above him. now, im the air vent must have been two slits in the brick behind letting in sunlight, but as the rest of the vent was dark, it looked just like a pair of eyes.
we were petrified for years that one day we would go to school and the "eyes" would come out and get us. we spend every day trying to think of what terrible monster the eyes could have belonged to, but noone dared to have a look on their own.
as you can imagine, no teacher believed us.
they probably knew and was hiding the secret from us. well, they didnt want our advice, so let 'em be eaten! ]:) teehee :)
I had this really awful kindergarten teacher. I mean, she was just dreadful, so to most people, it came as no surprise when she was fired the next year. My peers and I, however, thought that she had died and was now a ghost that lived in the attic of our school (it used to be a house), and looked down at us through the ceiling lights. It made sense at the time, seeing as no one was allowed into the attic, and until forth grade, my classmates and I were terribly scared of the ceiling lights.
whenever i was mad at one of my teachers i'd draw pictures of them puking and shitting all over the place because that was the most humiliating thing i could imagine, and for some reason i believed that my drawing this would make it happen for real.