In my high school, we had this awesome foreign languages teacher, she taught French and Spanish, and I took French I and II and Spanish I with her. But then her husband got a job in Florida, and they couldn’t afford two teachers, so they needed to find ANOTHER person who knew both French and Spanish…no small task in a town of less than 5,000 people where your typical graduating class had less than 90 people. But towards the end of the summer, they hired this woman who had lived in Columbia in a war zone for the last 15 years. The fact that she really hasn’t been in the US and exposed to US youth for 15 years might have had something to do with it, and the fact that she had survived some pretty horrific scenes might have had something to do with it, but slowly we came to realize that maybe she wasn’t all there.
Of course, being teenagers, we had little empathy. In my French III class, which was 100% self directed…they put the 4 of us who went that far in a room with some tape players and headphones and told us what lessons to listen to….we pretty much didn’t take it all that seriously. Basically, just in order to even offer French III, they needed to have her teach it at the same time as Spanish I, so she taught the Spanish I class across the hall, and poked in once or twice a class to check on us. Well, one time we were looking through some shelves and came across all these old materials that were now outdated which had never been used and which were still in boxes. Someone (probably me) suggested we throw these out for the school….right out the 2nd story window in fact. Well one got thrown and just about hit someone walking by the school, and that person hunted us down, well…they hunted the teacher down, and she came into the room basically twitching and yelling and lecturing. Sure, she was right, but wow, she lost it. And that just fueled our fires, or at least mine.
I realized that a) I really didn’t like her…she was trying to teach us the way kids were taught a generation before, b) I somewhat resented having her as a teacher in place of the previous teacher who really knew how to reach kids, knew how to teach, and knew how to make class fun, and c) she had a very low boiling point and was pretty easy to push over the edge. So, I had her for Spanish II as well, I was the only one in both classes, so I’d realized about twice as fast how easy it was to get her goat. So I’d encourage the others to do things.
One day I opened my book to the middle then slammed it shut, and realized what a loud noise it made, this happened before class, so I was able to spread the word to the whole class that at the end of class when we were done with the lecture, where we would all have our books open, and she would then stop the lecture and give us 5 minutes to work on our homework, at that point we would all on a certain cue slam our books shut. It worked brilliantly, and she of course lost it, reamed us out, and we just sat there snickering, because she was ineffective, she really had no way to punish us…we knew she wouldn’t send the whole class to the principal’s office.
For every stunt we pulled, her reactions made us more likely to do something else to drive her nuts. So, I had one, which I thought was pretty harmless. I got everyone in the class to look up at a particular spot on the ceiling right when she walked in, to see if she’d look up to see what we were all looking at. She did, we laughed, and she had a conniption. She started to scream at us and freak out, “I HAVE HAD IT….” Then she broke down in tears telling us about all these problems, like the one time when she was living in Columbia and a bullet whizzed right past her face, missing her by less than one inch. She stormed out of class and we didn’t see her again for 10 minutes.
As much as I disliked her, I didn’t want to drive her into a mental hospital, so I dialed it back a bit. but as I was far from the only instigator, that whole year was “interesting”.