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Posted on 8/6/18 at 10:14 pm to Muthsera
Posted on 8/6/18 at 10:33 pm to Muthsera
Gerry Dinardeau. No shite. After he was fired he subbed at Broadmoor. And he was an absolute joke.
Posted on 8/6/18 at 11:55 pm to Muthsera
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just made you die inside when you walked into class and saw them.
My mom. The whole day was shot, and I caught a ton of shite from classmates.
Posted on 8/6/18 at 11:58 pm to Muthsera
I don't remember her name but I egged her house. I think it was Marbert.
Posted on 8/7/18 at 12:02 am to Muthsera
All of mine were old ladies who were just volunteering because they had nothing better to do. None of them were terrible, but it was always a boring day because they just sat there while we did book assignments to fill time. Once I got to h.s. we didn't have subs. If the teacher wasn't there class was cancelled and we had a free period.
Posted on 8/7/18 at 12:38 am to lsuwontonwrap
Senior year: English
Our teacher was in and out and evidently in the middle of a mental breakdown...and we saw some serious evidence in class, but we were treated to one unique substitute who had some interesting views on how to live as a human.
She decided one day when we were working on our research papers to explain to a table of us in the library about how she gave birth to her child in a cabin on a mountain and afterward ate the placenta right then and there due to its nutritional value...and she was just warming up. She had all sorts of ideas about hygiene and other topics.
When our “normal” teacher returned, the whole class rejoiced like she had been assumed dead and was found alive.
Needless to say, it was strange year in Senior English.
Our teacher was in and out and evidently in the middle of a mental breakdown...and we saw some serious evidence in class, but we were treated to one unique substitute who had some interesting views on how to live as a human.
She decided one day when we were working on our research papers to explain to a table of us in the library about how she gave birth to her child in a cabin on a mountain and afterward ate the placenta right then and there due to its nutritional value...and she was just warming up. She had all sorts of ideas about hygiene and other topics.
When our “normal” teacher returned, the whole class rejoiced like she had been assumed dead and was found alive.
Needless to say, it was strange year in Senior English.
Posted on 8/7/18 at 1:01 am to Muthsera
Dear Mrs Cook,
I understand now that Billy Cook's mom only needed some extra income because Mr. Phil wasn't pulling in the hours at the plant anymore to cover your $238 monthly mortgage.
But woe is me; now that I'm 45 years in and reflecting back on my plight as a 6th grader in your class when you substituted for Mrs. Henderson.
Oh how your Breasts used to shake as you mercilessly wrote a full days lesson plan across a 15 foot wide chalk board and yet still needed more space.
Oh how your polyester covered arse used to waggle as your chalk letters presented themselves one by one with that scraping sound only made possible by the speed in which you wrote. Almost carving into the board. Every few letters, an audible screech of your cheap manicured nails grazing the board while writing your words in haste. You sent shivers down my spine as well as down other places of which I had yet to discover.
Mrs. Cook, sometimes I dream about that time that you pulled me into a corner, placed your face close to mine. I could smell the coffee on your breath and see the white hairs growing from the mole on your lip. Lips that I wished would have come closer than they were as you yelled frustrations at my indiscrepancies during the religion class you were substituting for. I'm so sorry for pulling Amy's training bra strap, but I'd be happy to yank on your super thick one if you would oblige.
Mmmm Mrs. Cook, please put me in the corner again.
Please put your face next to mine and give me the side eye, I find it a turn on.
Make me write more bible verses until my hand cramps.
Make me your bitch.
You are the reason I have a pegging fetish Mrs. Cook.
Please find me now, I think we can live happily ever after even if you are in your 80s.
I understand now that Billy Cook's mom only needed some extra income because Mr. Phil wasn't pulling in the hours at the plant anymore to cover your $238 monthly mortgage.
But woe is me; now that I'm 45 years in and reflecting back on my plight as a 6th grader in your class when you substituted for Mrs. Henderson.
Oh how your Breasts used to shake as you mercilessly wrote a full days lesson plan across a 15 foot wide chalk board and yet still needed more space.
Oh how your polyester covered arse used to waggle as your chalk letters presented themselves one by one with that scraping sound only made possible by the speed in which you wrote. Almost carving into the board. Every few letters, an audible screech of your cheap manicured nails grazing the board while writing your words in haste. You sent shivers down my spine as well as down other places of which I had yet to discover.
Mrs. Cook, sometimes I dream about that time that you pulled me into a corner, placed your face close to mine. I could smell the coffee on your breath and see the white hairs growing from the mole on your lip. Lips that I wished would have come closer than they were as you yelled frustrations at my indiscrepancies during the religion class you were substituting for. I'm so sorry for pulling Amy's training bra strap, but I'd be happy to yank on your super thick one if you would oblige.
Mmmm Mrs. Cook, please put me in the corner again.
Please put your face next to mine and give me the side eye, I find it a turn on.
Make me write more bible verses until my hand cramps.
Make me your bitch.
You are the reason I have a pegging fetish Mrs. Cook.
Please find me now, I think we can live happily ever after even if you are in your 80s.
This post was edited on 8/7/18 at 1:11 am
Posted on 8/7/18 at 1:12 am to YatInTheHat
Shakespeare?
Posted on 8/7/18 at 2:44 am to Muthsera
This is a type of thread OweO would start
You should feel bad
You should feel bad
Posted on 8/7/18 at 3:43 am to Muthsera
Keith McCants used to sub at our school from time to time. What do I win?
Posted on 8/7/18 at 5:36 am to Muthsera
We had a retired coach who looked like this guy and acted like this guy. Moustache, check; Shorts, check; whistle, check; and bald with dark hair on the side; check.
Yes, down to the shorts with attitude and had the thick paddle with holes. This was back in the day before they had to have permission to tear you a new one.
He use to be a teacher and then principal who got fired after he called a kid in his office for carrying a weapon to school and the kid shot himself. He was pissed the kid was too stupid to kill himself. They forced him to retire after that.
He can back as a sub who took a teachers place on leave. He taught history of all subjects.
The the prick took my year book and wrote’” dear lazya$$ no one will bring the fowl balls to your lazy a$$ while parked on their base. Try hustling after the ball and catching it this may work for you. Sincerely coach blank.” Then wrote,”PS 100 push-ups a day might help you out.
Yes, down to the shorts with attitude and had the thick paddle with holes. This was back in the day before they had to have permission to tear you a new one.
He use to be a teacher and then principal who got fired after he called a kid in his office for carrying a weapon to school and the kid shot himself. He was pissed the kid was too stupid to kill himself. They forced him to retire after that.
He can back as a sub who took a teachers place on leave. He taught history of all subjects.
The the prick took my year book and wrote’” dear lazya$$ no one will bring the fowl balls to your lazy a$$ while parked on their base. Try hustling after the ball and catching it this may work for you. Sincerely coach blank.” Then wrote,”PS 100 push-ups a day might help you out.
This post was edited on 8/7/18 at 5:45 am
Posted on 8/7/18 at 5:58 am to Muthsera
Had an old bag named Mrs. Graul, or Grawl.... something like that. She was a grouch.
Posted on 8/7/18 at 6:38 am to Muthsera
My granny was a sweet lady outside of school but she washed my mouth out with soap twice in 1st grade.
Posted on 8/7/18 at 6:40 am to Muthsera
Just checking in to see if anyone said my name, I’m good so far
This post was edited on 8/7/18 at 6:41 am
Posted on 8/7/18 at 6:56 am to Popths
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School? My 40th reunion is coming up. You think I remember a substitute teacher? I hardly remember ANY teachers.
2020 is mine. I know I had subs, can't recall anything else
Posted on 8/7/18 at 8:04 am to BRgetthenet
Elementary sub... Mrs Titsworth
Nothing odd about her but the name cracked us up
Nothing odd about her but the name cracked us up
Posted on 8/7/18 at 8:56 am to Muthsera
My old neighbor Mr. Wilson was a pain. He was an old Naval Korea War vet. Had ancient forearm tattoos ave tabacco stains coming from his mouth. Some days he would sleep other days he acted like a drill instructor.
The other we thought was crazy was Ms. Ng. Only because we couldn't understand her.
The other we thought was crazy was Ms. Ng. Only because we couldn't understand her.
Posted on 8/7/18 at 9:11 am to Muthsera
My grandma
No way to fly under the radar
No way to fly under the radar
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