newford

Mellifluous
2018-08-24 05:30:12 (UTC)

Bully

In the fourth grade, I had a teacher with a strange name. He introduced himself. He said there would be times as he walked around room teaching, that he will play with girls' hair or stroke their ponytails. If you didn't like this, all you had to do was tell him not to do it.

He was especially fond of three particular friends. The favortism was blatant. He let them do just about anything. They could interrupt him during lesson, rummage through his desk throughout the day, talk loudly. He tried to be stern with them, but the rest of us in there knew: he likes them, they won't get in trouble.

One day, he caught them in a lie. This was not shocking. Those three lied so often to him, it became normal to have them miss an entirety of a lesson. He had caught them before lying to him, but this one was just one too many. He became extremely agitated, and surprisingly angry. The teacher taught the rest of the day as the class sat in silence.

It wasn't until the next day, that the class received our "punishment." That's right, a collective punishment. His three play things played him just a little too much, so we all suffered the consequences. Great teacher, that one. He taught the whole day with a monotone voice. This was our "punishment." I put the word in quotations, because for me, I actually enjoyed the day. He taught and actually got through with all the lessons without going off topic or letting the three bees interrupt him. It was amazing. I learned more in that day than all of the previous school months with him.

Thinking back now, I find this memory hilarious. And the sole reason is that at the almost end of the day, he broke character and explained his strange behavior. Then followed up with the rhetorical question, "Did you guys like how I was today? Hm? Raise your hand if you like me teaching like this." I split second almost raised my hand. Haha. I wonder how angry he might have gotten had I did. I can actually see him say something along the lines of me being a smart aleck.

Anyways, I think he was a creeper. Touching and stroking fourth graders' hair? That is excessively creepy. However, my niece went to that school and told me he was still there. I almost slipped and asked if he was still a creeper. I think he got married, might have kids.

And one time, he stood in the assembly hall holding a bouquet of roses. As our class walked back to our classrooms, everyone walked in between him and an unknown women, having an apparent lover misunderstanding. He went to her house and she wasn't there? Teacher, is this really appropriate right now? Hahaha. He was a strange man.




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