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when I was in first grade our teacher was out on maternity leave and in her place was a young substitute. She had pale skin, and really dark hair, and she had really big teeth... or at least we thought so. Me and my friend were convinced that she was a vampire and every time she did something mean we would make a slash on a secret piece of paper then we tried to use the paper to prove to everyone else that she was a vampire....thankfully she either never found out or let it slide.
when i was young i thought that teachers were like witches ..they just teach and go away somewhere and return back to teach....i thought that they had no life....heheh
My parents are atheist and I thought it was something unique about our family (not that we were the only ones, just that it wasn't common). When I went to school, we had to write a few things about ourselves. One of mine was "I don't believe in God." I'm not sure how the teacher took that.
I used to think teachers lived at school. Both of my parents were teachers, but I thought they were allowed to live at home just because they had me.
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 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.
Our music class would be right next to the faculty lounge where all the teachers would go...During class I'd smell all of this food cooking and felt like going on in.
I was convinced that the teachers would
go into the lounge and press this little button,wherein would result as a magical kingdom with a swimming pool,
tropical rainforest, clouds all over the place and an un-ending amount of candy and food.Which they lived in after school.
I used to think that the cafeteria workers were actually lunch teachers, and the janitors were really the cleaning teachers.
my aunt said, if you want to impress your first grade teacher, this is what you must do.
say, 'hi mrs. dobieski. how is mr. dobieski, the lazy lout, and all the little dobieskis.
i did and my parent's were surprised i made it to the second grade
I used to believe that my teacher,Mrs. Fite, because of her name would fight kids and other teachers. Of course this is when I was in 1st grade. I liked to aviod my teacher because of that belief
I guess I had it in my head that teachers were always at school and didn't have lives like us "normal" people. When I was in second grade I saw my teacher at the grocery store and it was so strange seeing her in a "normal" place like that.
In kindergarten, I thought the teacher was my mom. I wondered how she got to school before me without taking the bus.
When I was real little, I had a habit of chewing on wooden pencils. All my pencils had teeth marks all along the barrels. My teacher, whom I loved and trusted, told me that if I didn't stop, trees would grow in my stomach and the doctor would have to do surgery. I quit chewing pencils--I really believed what she told me!!
When I was in elementary school, I thought teachers didn't go to the bathroom. Mine never did. I can't recall when I realized they did.
When I was in Kindergarten, I believed that my teachers were the most intelligent people in the world! Why?... Because they knew how to spell mine and all the other kids names.
I used to think the nuns at school were Daleks. You could never see their legs when they walked along the corridors so they seemed to drift like real Daleks. I used to attack them on sight. Eventually (when I was 6) I got hauled off to see an educational psychiatrist because during art classes I just used to draw rows and rows of dozens of short vertical lines with a black crayon. When the teacher asked what it was I kept drawing I said "It's an army of nuns coming to get me.".
I used to believe that teachers lived inside the closets of their classrooms.
I used to believe the principal had a spanking machine in his office.
My Aunt Wilma told me the spanking machine at my cousin's school had an electrical short, and the shock you got hurt worse than the spanking, until they got it fixed.
When I was little, my teacher would always tell us that she had eyes behind her head. I really took it seriously! I always used to try and see them, but if I tryed too hard I knew her eyes would see me. So I would throw paper when she bent down so her eyes were facing up, and I would try and hit her 'behind her head' eyes. Oh well, I thought, man will I show my kids when I have eyes behind my head, when I grow up!!
My 1st grade teacher left abrubtly in the middle of the school yeah, so i asked my mom why. Not wanting to go into specifics, she told me he was an alien, and, being 5, i thought she meant from Mars, not Mexico.