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Most teachers now suck and never stop complaining. They feed on the hero label. That's what happens when you don't have to compete. You end up settling in. I had maybe 3 teachers I can think of that were worth a shit.PurpleThrobber said:The Throbber's two dads and biological mom were educators. They took it seriously and didn't get paid shit. More often than not, we were having breakfast for dinner by the time the end of the month rolled around.
To this day, I still have former students of my dad who come up to me with tears in their eyes talking about his impact on their respective lives. He died a very wealthy man, in my book. My mom continued to work into her 70's in an administrative/office capacity - she hated the unions with a passion. They kept the lowlife, non performing teachers on the payroll - just moved them around instead of moving them out.
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The teachers are all about the kids now, but let’s see what happens when it’s suggested they extend the school year into summer.
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I'm old. Most of my teachers were heroes. One shop teacher survived the Baatan Death March.MikeDamone said:
Most teachers now suck and never stop complaining. They feed on the hero label. That's what happens when you don't have to compete. You end up settling in. I had maybe 3 teachers I can think of that were worth a shit.PurpleThrobber said:The Throbber's two dads and biological mom were educators. They took it seriously and didn't get paid shit. More often than not, we were having breakfast for dinner by the time the end of the month rolled around.
To this day, I still have former students of my dad who come up to me with tears in their eyes talking about his impact on their respective lives. He died a very wealthy man, in my book. My mom continued to work into her 70's in an administrative/office capacity - she hated the unions with a passion. They kept the lowlife, non performing teachers on the payroll - just moved them around instead of moving them out.
They are rolling in their graves at the state of public education these days.
Those were some tough, tough dudes. -
Of course you do. Is your Husband a Teacher?HHusky said:
So do I.YellowSnow said:
I know a lot of teachers, yes.HHusky said:This happens to you a lot?
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All my best teachers were WW2 or Korean Vets. Didn't learn shit about Biology, but learned a ton about human nature and environmentalism from my always hungover HS Bio teach. Good guy. Lived into his 90's, cause he knew how to eat. And drink. And kill guys.PurpleThrobber said:
I'm old. Most of my teachers were heroes. One shop teacher survived the Baatan Death March.MikeDamone said:
Most teachers now suck and never stop complaining. They feed on the hero label. That's what happens when you don't have to compete. You end up settling in. I had maybe 3 teachers I can think of that were worth a shit.PurpleThrobber said:The Throbber's two dads and biological mom were educators. They took it seriously and didn't get paid shit. More often than not, we were having breakfast for dinner by the time the end of the month rolled around.
To this day, I still have former students of my dad who come up to me with tears in their eyes talking about his impact on their respective lives. He died a very wealthy man, in my book. My mom continued to work into her 70's in an administrative/office capacity - she hated the unions with a passion. They kept the lowlife, non performing teachers on the payroll - just moved them around instead of moving them out.
They are rolling in their graves at the state of public education these days.
Those were some tough, tough dudes. -
The greatest generation label wasn't hype!PurpleThrobber said:
I'm old. Most of my teachers were heroes. One shop teacher survived the Baatan Death March.MikeDamone said:
Most teachers now suck and never stop complaining. They feed on the hero label. That's what happens when you don't have to compete. You end up settling in. I had maybe 3 teachers I can think of that were worth a shit.PurpleThrobber said:The Throbber's two dads and biological mom were educators. They took it seriously and didn't get paid shit. More often than not, we were having breakfast for dinner by the time the end of the month rolled around.
To this day, I still have former students of my dad who come up to me with tears in their eyes talking about his impact on their respective lives. He died a very wealthy man, in my book. My mom continued to work into her 70's in an administrative/office capacity - she hated the unions with a passion. They kept the lowlife, non performing teachers on the payroll - just moved them around instead of moving them out.
They are rolling in their graves at the state of public education these days.
Those were some tough, tough dudes. -
One of my two dads was not a violent man. Actually pretty gentle but if you pushed him past his breaking point, his temper was insane. I saw a newspaper clipping of his high school athletic feats where apparently the ref ended up with a black eye and papa throbber was ejected from the game. Putting two and two together, pretty sure the line was crossed.TurdBomber said:
All my best teachers were WW2 or Korean Vets. Didn't learn shit about Biology, but learned a ton about human nature and environmentalism from my always hungover HS Bio teach. Good guy. Lived into his 90's, cause he knew how to eat. And drink. And kill guys.PurpleThrobber said:
I'm old. Most of my teachers were heroes. One shop teacher survived the Baatan Death March.MikeDamone said:
Most teachers now suck and never stop complaining. They feed on the hero label. That's what happens when you don't have to compete. You end up settling in. I had maybe 3 teachers I can think of that were worth a shit.PurpleThrobber said:The Throbber's two dads and biological mom were educators. They took it seriously and didn't get paid shit. More often than not, we were having breakfast for dinner by the time the end of the month rolled around.
To this day, I still have former students of my dad who come up to me with tears in their eyes talking about his impact on their respective lives. He died a very wealthy man, in my book. My mom continued to work into her 70's in an administrative/office capacity - she hated the unions with a passion. They kept the lowlife, non performing teachers on the payroll - just moved them around instead of moving them out.
They are rolling in their graves at the state of public education these days.
Those were some tough, tough dudes.
He used to take unruly boys out in the hallway, look both ways to make there were no witnesses, then grab them by the collar, lift them up off their feet and slam them quick up against the lockers while telling them to shape the fuck up in class. I saw it once and it scared the shit out of me.
That was pretty normal behavior by my high school teachers - the former Marines were the scariest. They were bad motherfuckers who'd faced death - they gave no fucks about a mouthy 16 year old.
CSB. I miss him.
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My pop was the same way. One chance given to straighten up. If you blew it, you got pressed against the wall and lifted off your feet. Those old WW2 bastards understood leverage and physics on account of not wearing facemarks on the gridiron.PurpleThrobber said:
One of my two dads was not a violent man. Actually pretty gentle but if you pushed him past his breaking point, his temper was insane. I saw a newspaper clipping of his high school athletic feats where apparently the ref ended up with a black eye and papa throbber was ejected from the game. Putting two and two together, pretty sure the line was crossed.TurdBomber said:
All my best teachers were WW2 or Korean Vets. Didn't learn shit about Biology, but learned a ton about human nature and environmentalism from my always hungover HS Bio teach. Good guy. Lived into his 90's, cause he knew how to eat. And drink. And kill guys.PurpleThrobber said:
I'm old. Most of my teachers were heroes. One shop teacher survived the Baatan Death March.MikeDamone said:
Most teachers now suck and never stop complaining. They feed on the hero label. That's what happens when you don't have to compete. You end up settling in. I had maybe 3 teachers I can think of that were worth a shit.PurpleThrobber said:The Throbber's two dads and biological mom were educators. They took it seriously and didn't get paid shit. More often than not, we were having breakfast for dinner by the time the end of the month rolled around.
To this day, I still have former students of my dad who come up to me with tears in their eyes talking about his impact on their respective lives. He died a very wealthy man, in my book. My mom continued to work into her 70's in an administrative/office capacity - she hated the unions with a passion. They kept the lowlife, non performing teachers on the payroll - just moved them around instead of moving them out.
They are rolling in their graves at the state of public education these days.
Those were some tough, tough dudes.
He used to take unruly boys out in the hallway, look both ways to make there were no witnesses, then grab them by the collar, lift them up off their feet and slam them quick up against the lockers while telling them to shape the fuck up in class. I saw it once and it scared the shit out of me.
That was pretty normal behavior by my high school teachers - the former Marines were the scariest. They were bad motherfuckers who'd faced death - they gave no fucks about a mouthy 16 year old.
CSB. I miss him.
Cool story, bruh warning:
About 1981 I witnessed my buddy's dad, about 6-3, 230 lb fireman & weightlifter lift two punk motorcycle thieves about a foot off the ground, one on each arm, and hold them up there for about a minute while he growled a bunch of words like "skulls" "eyeballs" and "never walk again" into their faces. They then walked the stolen bike back to my buddy's house and sat injun-style on the garage floor without moving an inch until the Sheriff showed up and took them away.
I miss the era where you could intimidate the piss out of punk kids without fear of lawsuits or other reprisals. Life was better then, without a doubt. -
But your teacher was a hero not by being a teacher. I'm your age. Had a few WWII guys. Football coach was a fighter pilot. He was a war hero and sucked as a teacher. No abundancePurpleThrobber said:
I'm old. Most of my teachers were heroes. One shop teacher survived the Baatan Death March.MikeDamone said:
Most teachers now suck and never stop complaining. They feed on the hero label. That's what happens when you don't have to compete. You end up settling in. I had maybe 3 teachers I can think of that were worth a shit.PurpleThrobber said:The Throbber's two dads and biological mom were educators. They took it seriously and didn't get paid shit. More often than not, we were having breakfast for dinner by the time the end of the month rolled around.
To this day, I still have former students of my dad who come up to me with tears in their eyes talking about his impact on their respective lives. He died a very wealthy man, in my book. My mom continued to work into her 70's in an administrative/office capacity - she hated the unions with a passion. They kept the lowlife, non performing teachers on the payroll - just moved them around instead of moving them out.
They are rolling in their graves at the state of public education these days.
Those were some tough, tough dudes. -
1981 is the new "olden days".TurdBomber said:
My pop was the same way. One chance given to straighten up. If you blew it, you got pressed against the wall and lifted off your feet. Those old WW2 bastards understood leverage and physics on account of not wearing facemarks on the gridiron.PurpleThrobber said:
One of my two dads was not a violent man. Actually pretty gentle but if you pushed him past his breaking point, his temper was insane. I saw a newspaper clipping of his high school athletic feats where apparently the ref ended up with a black eye and papa throbber was ejected from the game. Putting two and two together, pretty sure the line was crossed.TurdBomber said:
All my best teachers were WW2 or Korean Vets. Didn't learn shit about Biology, but learned a ton about human nature and environmentalism from my always hungover HS Bio teach. Good guy. Lived into his 90's, cause he knew how to eat. And drink. And kill guys.PurpleThrobber said:
I'm old. Most of my teachers were heroes. One shop teacher survived the Baatan Death March.MikeDamone said:
Most teachers now suck and never stop complaining. They feed on the hero label. That's what happens when you don't have to compete. You end up settling in. I had maybe 3 teachers I can think of that were worth a shit.PurpleThrobber said:The Throbber's two dads and biological mom were educators. They took it seriously and didn't get paid shit. More often than not, we were having breakfast for dinner by the time the end of the month rolled around.
To this day, I still have former students of my dad who come up to me with tears in their eyes talking about his impact on their respective lives. He died a very wealthy man, in my book. My mom continued to work into her 70's in an administrative/office capacity - she hated the unions with a passion. They kept the lowlife, non performing teachers on the payroll - just moved them around instead of moving them out.
They are rolling in their graves at the state of public education these days.
Those were some tough, tough dudes.
He used to take unruly boys out in the hallway, look both ways to make there were no witnesses, then grab them by the collar, lift them up off their feet and slam them quick up against the lockers while telling them to shape the fuck up in class. I saw it once and it scared the shit out of me.
That was pretty normal behavior by my high school teachers - the former Marines were the scariest. They were bad motherfuckers who'd faced death - they gave no fucks about a mouthy 16 year old.
CSB. I miss him.
Cool story, bruh warning:
About 1981 I witnessed my buddy's dad, about 6-3, 230 lb fireman & weightlifter lift two punk motorcycle thieves about a foot off the ground, one on each arm, and hold them up there for about a minute while he growled a bunch of words like "skulls" "eyeballs" and "never walk again" into their faces. They then walked the stolen bike back to my buddy's house and sat injun-style on the garage floor without moving an inch until the Sheriff showed up and took them away.
I miss the era where you could intimidate the piss out of punk kids without fear of lawsuits or other reprisals. Life was better then, without a doubt.
