It’s back to school season and the first BTS post imma do is teacher stories . We are going to start young then work our way up to older but to be honest most of these stories are pretty recent.
To preface this story the group of kids I was with through most of school (so far) were angels literal angels. Substitute teachers would be worried sometimes because once my class was given a task we would get right to it and we could honestly sit and work for like two hours straight.
The first story I’m going to tell is about one of my math/French teachers now the problem with being in the French program was that the options for teachers was limited to say the least and to be honest the majority of the teachers were great but there are always that select few that are only there for the money or could care less about you. Now this teacher really did not give a care. Everyone disliked them .(for the sake of her not being able to track me down we will call her mrs. Primary. ) She was not a bad person out of class which puzzeled me. It was weird like in class she would be very not welcoming and out side she would act like I wasn’t even in her class. The way she taught was old fashioned in my opinion. I mentioned previously my class was angels. There was little to no drama and most of us worked really hard and handed in homework. Mrs. Primary seemed to think otherwise. I honestly feel like she thought we were all idiots because she would literally do our work for us. She had the smallest attention span also like for my class we were used to doing the same thing for 1-2 hours and she would only let us work on it for like 10-20 minutes at a time then give us homework. And don’t even get me started on how she used the homework board WRONG.
WOW that was long! We have the space for one more…
Now this one really drove me crazy… in French we have these things called billets it means ticket. Basically what it is is a system of rewards for speaking French. How the tickets of this particular year worked was as follows , if you caught someone speaking in English you had to correct them using the correct French terminology and then said person you corrected would have to give you a ticket. Each month the tickets could be exchanged in the classroom store for trinkets.(I usually had the most.) this all seems relatively simple. It was until somebody started stealing them from people’s desks. So naturally when me and my friendos found out about the thief we decided to investigate. We failed . To this day we still have no idea who the thief was it’s rumoured to be someone who moved away the following year, but for real if you were the ticket thief just fess up no one cares any more.
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