I had a social studies teacher in 8th grade who was an absolute freak. The guy I had I have no idea how he ever managed to get his job. I think he was some vietnam draft dodger who used school as an excuse to get his degree and teacher certification, as well as do a little too much acid, in order to run out his draft eligibility enough so he didn't have to go into the army.
The guy had a huge ego, he would come to class reeking of perfume and wearing about 30Lbs of gold around his neck and wrists.
Anyways, stories are plentiful of his exploits, bizzare assignment, shoving kids into a wall and punching them in solar plexus, throwing chairs and desks and students, ETC.
I got on his wrong side on the first day of school when I couldn't read the seating chart he made up. I asked him where I was suppose to sit and he pointed to a small table way in the back. He then asked me if I knew how to read. I told him I did. He then responded that I was suppose to learn how to do that in kindergarden.
On top of that, his lecture the first day was booooring, and I managed to fall asleep in class.
He went after me one day in class and took all my books and threw them out the door and into the hallway becasue I wasn't paying attention (I was zoned out, coping with overload) He then threw me out (literally) into the hallway.
He would call up my father and lie to him about me. One time my met my dad in person, and he started to cuss up a storm about me. For the first and only time in his life, my father actually tried to help me out with my school situation and complained about his attitude to the prinicpal who turned the other cheek.
Somehow, he managed to teach for 30 years before the district realized what a creep he was and bought out his contract.
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