Something Mark Levin said about his not being a pleasing student to teachers reminded me of my achademia as I hated school with a passion, and I hated my gestapo teachers, principal and superintendent with a passion as the Jews in concentration camps had it easier than we did.
I'm not kidding in the heavy handed crap we endured.
Levin though would be considered mundane though where we were educated in his chalk in the teacher's erasers, as we started out one day going around plugging the bells in our halls so when they rang all you got was this dud, dud, dud sound........classes took 10 minutes longer to let out as teachers finally broke from impatience.
Amazing isn't it how trained like Pavlov's dog college educated idiots will be in trained to wait for a bell and will not await that metal authority.
I remember one extremely boring teacher who gave up teaching, informed my mother one day I could do better. That really pissed me off, so I maintained a C average in his class as I was doing what this ass deserved.
My friend one day was telling me about an old Happy Days program in which one of the guys was asked questions about pronouns and he got it write by saying, "Who me?"
Not to be about done the weekend warrior boring teacher one day really got pissed off at me as the kid I was sitting by was cracking jokes and I was so bored I could not help but laugh.
So this giant ape started screaming in my direction. Being innocent, I naturally turned around and was looking at a girl behind me who was petrified to being red faced.
Turning around I sat there looking stupid and finally spoke up with the Happy Days line, "WHO ME?"
This really pleased the big Nazi as he screamed, "YEAH YOU! WHAT ARE YOU ALWAYS YUCKING IT UP ABOUT??!?!?!?!?!?"
Undeterred and acting stupid, I just shrugged my shoulders and acted innocent.
To this day that big dumb Norwegian or Slav did not reproduce as he was a real Darwin candidate.............and I honestly did try to befriend him, but he was just a self absorbed prick.
Another time, I was guilty sort of as I was dinking around in a comedy routine in class, to which the teacher finally lost it and told everyone to get their books out and study. I obeyed immediately and was getting my book out.......don't know if I was expressing attitude or not, but next thing I knew this guy was screaming.............a buddy I had said you could always smell whiskey on his breath after lunch.......so I was hearing this screaming and as I was paging through my book to the assigned chapter I finally looked up and there was this beet red face screaming at me..........and I was behaving at this point.
Odd thing about these teachers, especially the male ones in they hated me, until I got straight A's in their classes and made them look good. Then they were always friendly and smiled at me.........of course one put the clamp on my shoulders he would have gotten child assault charges on him, but then I did smart off that time and might have deserved it.
Our agriculture class was one I disrespected immensely. I did not like school and the building was tin, and we frequently had pebbles or soybeans we dug out to fire at each other, so the pings on the tin were non stop.
They had a student teacher in one time who I nicknamed Radar, and as he sat behind me, he sat stewing non stop about my carrying on..........he screamed at me one day like a little Hitler when in shop I called "CLEAN UP" which the teacher always told us to do.....I caught hell for that and that is what bugged me is I was always catching hell for doing the right thing and not for getting caught being a dink.
I spent most of my time in the front seat or front chair on the bus or in class, not because I was a favorite, but because it was the only way these little adults could retaliate on me.
I thought I had a friend in a bus driver one time, as he started the smart mouth banter with me, which I continued. One day, he stopped at a light and I said something to him, and he pulled out without looking............and then started screaming at me that I had almost caused an accident.
My friend told me what happened, and I felt bad as the car this driver pulled out in front of were some kids I knew, and locked up their brakes and turned the car sideways.
I felt really bad, but this was in no way my fault..........but I swore I never would talk to that ass again and I never did. He was fired later for making little girls kiss him before they could get off the bus, and then this prick put his wife in a retirement home so he could go off and screw women..................or attempt to, as no woman would have anything to do with him.
I learned hard lessons in all of this. I learned how teachers torture children, as I was suffering from intestinal ailments as a 6 year old and a phy ed teacher even when I had a medical note, made me run laps.
I don't know what kind of people make 6 year olds run laps when they are sick and then crying, but that is the norm for the teachers I had in school.
As a genius friend said to me once, "I know what you were like in school, because I was just like you in being smarter than the teachers and driving them nuts".
I loved pranks though and became a master at them. I never did destructive things, but did things so the mark never got the punchline.
One day I was watching this idiot named Fairy.........yes you can guess why we called him that even if he wasn't gay. So I watched him open his locker......and the idiot did it twice so I got his combination.
I wrote it down and never did anything, until one day, we were discussing Fairy and I mentioned, "You know I got his combination"..........at which point I opened his locker and decided to write him a note on some trash paper which was filthy with mud.
I hung it on his coat hanger and the note read, "Fairy, stop rigging your locker to open. Your friend, Dave".
Dave was the principal.
I let it sit for awhile and finally led the subject to lockers one day with Fairy to the subject of the principal to which Fairy just dripped with hate and said, "Yeah that f*cking principal left me a note saying not to rig my locker anymore".
Everyone burst out laughing with Fairy none the wiser.
Sure I was a school girl........a constant fixture on the honor role, but never would be honored as such as I would not play the kiss your ass games one needs to get put on honor societies.
I do know though that I hated school. I hated riding school bus, and I could count on one hand the teachers who were worth a blessing as the rest of the ilk I conned were anal pricks who had no place in teaching.
This ilk did everything they could do to destroy the Spirit in me. They put the screws to me, set me up for falls, and would jump to conclusions I had done something wrong, when I did not because they were not bright enough to catch me when I was being me.
...........and now the very things which make this blog an international success are the very things the teaching system tried it's damnedest to wipe out forever.
A teacher once decided to give me double check marks for talking in class to make a point.........I was 'good' the next time in only getting one check mark.........being so rewarded and exuberent I got two the next time and the next.
If I respected a teacher which was seldom, I would behave...........because the respect from the teacher in not setting me off to begin with in disrespecting me was the key. It helped prepare me for real brier patch experinces later..........but I think of drafting class in my figuring out that the rig with the rubber band made a nifty bow of sort you could shoot paper missiles out of still delights me as that was quite creative.
I was bullied and stood up to mobs, after I grew out of bullying, because that is what happens in life with normal people, in you crack down on them, they vent in ways to survive.
I know I would fire 99% of the teachers and staff in schools, draft them into the national guard and send them off to take fire from Obama Muslims to teach them the lessons of life.........as most teachers do not belong around children and most children do not belong around teachers.
Like Benjamin Franklin, by God's Grace, I did a majority of my education on my own as I did not have time for the idiocy I was taught. I never took homework home as I had a job at night, and frankly 8 hours a day is all any school should depress any child's life. My grades suffered for it at times, but when I made a decision I stuck with it and lived with the consequences.
I have seen my teachers run from me when I caught them breaking the law.........and I have seen them cower in hiding when I discovered them in situations after school they should not have been.
That provided more education than the drivel they attempted to dump into my brain.
I think of the princesses who are now fat hook nosed cows........and think of the princes who are still stuck in senior year living their worthless lives in a loop. Odd how this blog accomplishes by God in one day more than they will ever accomplish in their lives.
A teacher should have learned the lesson first, before they attempt to indoctrinate it into a child.
That is the best line to end this with.
agtG
When I think back
On all the crap I learned in high school
It's a wonder
I can think at all
And though my lack of education
Hasn't hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall
