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I used to believe that the teacher's lounge was where the teachers went to make out.
In Junior's school (6-11 yrs old) we seemed to have loads of fire drills. I used to stand in the cold and quietly seethe at the stupidity of our teachers...
I was convinced for some reason that one of them had gone into the staff room during lessons and burnt a piece of toast which set off the fire alarm.
This might have been because this was how our smoke alarm at home always went off - I wondered how long it can take for someone to wave a newspaper under the fire alarm to shut it up so we could go back inside. It didn't even matter how many times we were told we were having a fire drill 'some time next month', I would invariably whisper to whoever was infromt of me in line 'they burnt their bloody toast again!'
When I was about 5 I believed that my teacher cycled around to the houses of all the children in the class to look in the windows and make sure they were asleep by 7pm! I was terrified if I was up beyond that!! God knows what my parents said to me to make me believe that!
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 first started school i thought the teachers lived in the school and slept on the tables.
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
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.
I used to think that all teachers were robots because they never went to the bathroom.
When I was in preschool, my teacher read me and my classmates a book that said we could become anything we wanted when we were older. I didnt realize the book was referring to jobs and not literally anything so I wanted to become a whale. I thought we could turn into whatever we wanted till about fourth grade when I asked my mom why she was still human and not something else.
When I was in preschool I used to think all of my teachers were robots. I couldn't understand how they never went to the bathroom when I was constantly raising my hand asking to go pee. I always watched them very closely during nap time. All the teachers would gather around and talk. I was certain that if I could just get a good look at the back of their heads I would be able to see an on/off switch to confirm my suspicions.
When I was in grade school, I was under the assumption that whenever a teacher wrote "See Me!" on an assignment or test, she was commending me for a job well done. My head would swell with pride as I would prance back to my desk, certain I had done the best job of all. It wasn't until some time in my senior year of high school, when I recieved a paper back with "See Me" that it finally occured to me, what it meant. It didn't mean great, terrific, outstanding...it meant, there was something wrong!! It blew me away, all that time I thought I was just the smartest kid in class....
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 5 or 6 my teacher convinced us that she could read minds when ever she walked by I would blank my mind just in case she was listening to my thoughts.....This went on with every teacher I ever had and everyone I ever knew. Come to think of it....i still do that......Thanks mrs.tealson for the parnoia of mind readers...
In pre school I heard my teachers on the phone occasionally and they would say something like, "Hi, this is Sue.."
I thought the teachers all had code names (as I had never heard a first name being used and it never occured to me that there could be any other name than their last name)
I used to believe that the principal was the mother/father of the teachers and staff of the school and they were all brothers and sisters. I started this belief in first grade. It stopped around fifth grade.
I used to believe that my school teachers lived inside the school and my school bus driver lived on the bus.
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 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.
I thought that teachers were assigned to certain grades based upon how smart they were, i.e., the ones who taught first grade were the least intellligent, the 2nd grade teachers were a bit smarter than the first grade teachers, and the 4th grade teachers must be the smartest teachers of them all. Then I told my 2nd grade teacher a really big vocabulary word ("entomologist") that my 1st grade teacher had taught me the year before, and when my 2nd grade teacher truly didn't know what it meant, it blew my mind.
When I was in third grade and I had changed schools, I always thought my old friends from my old school wore costumes and masks to hide themselves and pretend to be different students and one day they would surprise me.