I work less than 5 miles from where I graduated high school. On occasion a random teacher will come into the shop.
Just my luck, one came in today. The one I despise with a passion. The only one who ever kicked me out of their classroom.
He was a horrible teacher. His idea of teaching was he would read a word then the whole class would repeat after him. (This was 11thgrade History not kindergarten if you were confused). If he didn’t think someone repeated after him the whole class did it again. Well one day he didn’t think I was participating. We must have repeated the f-ing word 20 times. At first it was funny. Then not so much. Everyone was tired of “One more time for Mar”. So was Mar. I couldn’t win. Finally I just took my pen and threw it across the room. I was out faster than the class could repeat the word “One more time for Mar”.
I spent the rest of the class in the Principal’s office with all the other juvenile delinquents trying not to laugh every time I admitted my crime.
So anyway, Norbert (his real name, no making this one up!) came in today and the first thing he said was “Oh I see they haven’t fired you yet”.
My reply.. “Much to your dismay, I actually turned out ok”.
And then I threw a pen at him.
Just kidding about the pen.