The most memorable savage thing I remember a teacher doing is yelling “whaddya, stupid?” with a thick Boston accent, at a student in an AP chemistry class.
Coming in out of nowhere here, but if it was anything like my school, probably turning on a bench-mounted gas tap without a Bunsen burner attached, pulling out a lighter and creating a horizontal roaring blade of flame that was difficult to turn off.
This sort of thing fills the child in me with glee, but it’s incredibly stupid and dangerous and definitely worthy of a “corrective” exclamation.
It’s AP chem. There’s a lot in that vein. There was a parking space that everyone knew not to park in as our teacher would use it to create incendiary or explosive fun, every Friday.
The most memorable savage thing I remember a teacher doing is yelling “whaddya, stupid?” with a thick Boston accent, at a student in an AP chemistry class.
Any chance you remember what the student did?
Coming in out of nowhere here, but if it was anything like my school, probably turning on a bench-mounted gas tap without a Bunsen burner attached, pulling out a lighter and creating a horizontal roaring blade of flame that was difficult to turn off.
This sort of thing fills the child in me with glee, but it’s incredibly stupid and dangerous and definitely worthy of a “corrective” exclamation.
It’s AP chem. There’s a lot in that vein. There was a parking space that everyone knew not to park in as our teacher would use it to create incendiary or explosive fun, every Friday.
No, sorry.
Rats. Was hoping to hear a hilarious story about a mostly-accidental explosion. That must have been a very boring AP Chem.
My teacher was a total pyro.
No, it definitely wasn’t something like that, unfortunately: she was just lecturing and he answered a question wrong.
(If it had involved an explosion I probably would’ve remembered the circumstances better, LOL!)