Today I have observed the teacher from hell A.K.A Little Miss Petty Bitch.
A child coughs she starts screaming at them to ‘respect her’.
What, like your husband does?
God help the child that doesn’t put their hand up. That recieves the “You are making me ill with all your rudeness” treatment, complete with witchy finger poked in their face.
Personally I think she should be focussing on her own identity crisis, rather than those of the children that are not even hers! But who am I?
Like the repressed nun that she is, silence is golden in her world. In fact it is the only thing she expects of the poor little bastards in her class. Can they read? Some of them. Can they add up and take-away? Fuck it who cares! Can they be quiet? She makes sure of it.
Today two boys had a ‘silent’ fight at their desks and that was fine.
A table of girls have become accomplished lip readers and had a full on ‘silent’ conversation throughout Miss Petty Bitches lesson input. But it was OK, they didn’t make any noise.
But I especially liked it when she praised a boy who had dozed off to the land of nod, for ‘doing good listening’.
No…no…HE WAS ASLEEP!
The whole class protested.
“He was sleeping”
“Miss his eyes were closed…”
“…yeah and his head fell back”
“SILENCE! All of you have lost your playtime”
Oh, apart from sleeping boy, he can have a sticker!