Saturday, August 08, 2009
7 comments:
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Anonymous said...
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Better shot that that Iraqi with a shoe...
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8/8/09, 10:07 AM
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David said...
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A couple decades ago, my Calculus professor was a 70+ year codger who had a tendency to verbally berate students who didn't pay attention in class. One day when a student had fallen asleep he walked over and rapped his knuckles on the sleepers desk. When the snoozer opened his eyes the prof while walking back to the lectern said "Some one is paying a lot of money for you to be here. Do them the honor of at least pretending to pay attention."
As the class started giggling at him the startled student called the professor a F**king Bastard.
The prof scowled and demanded an apology from the student. The kid stood up and unleashed a profanity filled tirade at the prof which ended with the professor snatched up a chalk covered eraser and nailing the student square in the chest.
The student stood there looking shocked for an instant then started towards the prof in a very threatening manner. Two other students and I jumped up to try and stop him but before we could grab him the professor let fly two more erasers is rapid succession. Both striking the student square in the face.
The student stopped walking, stood there trying to blink the chalk dust out of his eyes for a moment then ran out of the room.
The prof turned to the class smiled and while rubbing his shoulder said "Well, that was exhilarating. Now where were we..." and continued his lecture.
Over the next two days most of us in the class were interviewed by the university concerning the incident. We all unanimously supported the prof. The student never came back to class and the prof told us that the University wasn't going to attempt to punish him over the incedent.
Oh, no one feel asleep in that class any more. -
8/8/09, 1:14 PM
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clem (aww, that's just squid) collins said...
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The prof didn't just nail the troublemaker. He also got his accomplice with the rebound. Helluva shot.
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8/8/09, 3:08 PM
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Jim - PRS said...
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I had an eighth grade teacher who would be facing the blackboard and, in a flash would do a Whitey Ford pickoff move, spin around and nail a blabbering student in the head with an eraser.
Of course, today he would be arrested, fired and sued, along with the school, the principal and the school board.
Funny, I was just telling someone about that teacher today. -
8/8/09, 10:38 PM
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Topeka Troll said...
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Had a teacher who loved to zing movie tins accross the room. One day I looked up from my book as he sent an attention getter to a couple of gals behind me. At least, I'm told it was a movie tin.
I was notorious for taking books to class and reading. One teacher at the start of the year walked up, took my book and said I've heard all about you, and I will have none of that in my class. Five minutes later he woke me up, returned the book, and said that if I was awake there was a chance I'd learn something. Afer class that morning, he pulled me aside and said that if I pulled less then an A on his first test, the books were through though. The day before that test, we had a review sheet. I joined with a group and we began to go through it all. He walked up, patted me on the shoulder, and said it was a little too late to be boning up grom the class brainiacs. He found out I was schooling them on shortcuts in the formulas.
Many classes are geared toward the slowest students. After once through, some of that stuff gets flat boring.
On the test, I was done in under ten minutes. I handed it in, and opened my Novel. He walked over, handed me the paper and told me to recheck my answers. I did, but did not change anything. When I returned it, he said, your funeral.
I had a perfect score. Physics and math were my strongest suit. Yes, I know I can't spell for shit, sue me, or K-state for passing me.
I had a similar incident in college. As the teacher who hit me with the movie tin used to say, If you don't know it now, chances are you never will. -
8/8/09, 11:25 PM
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Anonymous said...
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Saint Theresa's school, Phoenix, early '60's. Those of us who survived remember Sister Anacita, who could hit any student, any time, from anywhere to anywhere in her classroom, and I only remember her missing ONCE!
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8/9/09, 7:47 AM
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Anonymous said...
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Had a history teacher in H.S.--A Korean War army vet--who had the desks in the class arranged with a wide corridor down the middle. We soon found out that provided a clear line of launch for him to kick a steel trashcan down when he saw someone dozing off. THAT got everyone's attention!
Old Squid -
8/9/09, 8:59 AM
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