by Veralidaine Sarrasri on Sat Nov 17, 2007 11:02 am
Oh jeez. Your teacher reminds me of MY last year history teacher. He's little, fat, french guy and he's hilarious!
When we studied wars, he'd take out a meter stick, call it his gun, and make us do drill formations. And if we were the 'enemy' we'd be sent to jail. AKA the hall. And we'd have to do push-ups to come back in. Somehow I was always the enemy. Other teachers thought we were crazy. But at the end of the year we had the highest history marks in the city!
I miss my teacher. But we get him for drama which is even funnier. "Where's your monkey, madamoiselle?" "Erm, in my locker?" "WELL, GO GET IT!"