It's been...a LONG time.
Anyways, I'm supposed to be doing homework, but in-text-citations make me want to cry, so! Weird school stories!
In sixth grade, on the first day of school, we walk into the gym and this big, beefy lady walks up and bellows in the deepest voice I have ever heard, "I'm Mrs. Painnnn!"
In seventh grade, my history teacher was teaching us Western Expansion. At one point, he climbed up on one of the empty desks, his mug of coffee in hand, straddled it like a pony (or horse, but I ride a pony so whatever), lifted his hand over his head like they do in rodeos, and started rocking the desk back and forth screaming something in Spanish.
In eighth grade, my art teacher literally gave up on trying to impose guidelines for our projects on myself and several of my friends.
In ninth grade, the block I had lunch in was French II, and every day there would be half an onion in the trash, and no one knew how it got there.
My Earth Science teacher danced around the classroom when he saw my score on the final. In all of his years teaching, I was only the third person to get a perfect score.
In tenth grade, before my history teacher passed out tests, he would say "Wandering eyes will be scooped from their sockets and cheaters will be roasted on a spit." There was a chick in that class that actually thought that ice picks were made of ice, and when she said as much, the teacher couldn't even tell her how wrong that was for a whole two minutes.
My English teacher literally did nothing.
I did nothing in Biology but talk with Erio and draw manga characters with her. The teacher couldn't do anything about it, though, because I had an A in the class. Oddly enough, he recommended me for every single science class he teaches for next year. I guess my final scores make him look like a better teacher.
I passed Driver's Ed and PE by wit alone.
I corrected my Geometry teacher's grammar on every single test. I also paid almost no attention and still got the highest final score. Advanced by seven points. At one point, another teacher walked in the room and tossed a Styrofoam cup at our teacher. It was filled with the scrap from the hole puncher and there was still little circles falling off of the cork board on top of the white board on the last day of school.
Mythology was a mess of people randomly screaming, "AND ZEUS IS THE FATHER!" or "Three erinyes? Three Grey sisters? Three headed dog? Three [whatevers, there were a lot of threes]? ILUMANITI CONFIRMED IN ANCIENT GREECE!"
French III was all bingo and monster babies and weird verb forms.
