In geology today, a girl came in pretty late and so my prof stopped
the lecture and told us how one of his former coworkers dealt with a couple students who perpetually came in late... After he'd finally had it with their tardiness, at the beginning of class one day (before the late students got there) he took out a pistol and told his class "I just want you all to know that this is a real .22, but its loaded with blanks." He started his lecture, and low and behold, 15 minutes in the students walk in. The prof turns to them, and starts ranting and raving at them, shaking his fists and stomping his feet. The students are intimidated, but not too freaked out... Then, more furious than ever, he pulls out the gun, aims it at them, and (still yelling) shoots both of them. The girl goes into hysterics and runs out or the room, the guy thinks that he has actually been shot- he tumbles over backwards, grabs his chest, and screams in pain and terror....No one was late to his class ever again.
I was thinking today... what if I became a high school art teacher? I think I'd really like it! I'd get to be more personal with my kids, and more creative.... Probably have a better connection with them, too. Plus I'd get summers off so that when I have kids, they don't have to be home all alone during the day.... what do y'all think??



