I used to be a class clown.
I’m serious. Or maybe the correct term here is teacher’s pet? Either way, people hated me for it.
I’m not saying I was one of those loud classmates – instead I was one of those peers who sort of “made friends” with the teacher and then talked with my friends a lot in class. Mr. Brandimarte. He was my favorite teacher – and Sage’s[1. My best friend in seventh and eighth grade (I moved, so we parted because we changed).], too. Anyway, we joked around. It was fun.
Really? You joked around with a teacher?
Yep. One time, Mr. B wrote up detention slips for Sage and I for talking during a test (we were finished with ours). We were only whispering. Actually, we were passing notes. Mr. B flipped over the slips, and we read, “Just kidding!” on each of them.
Why he quit
(re: this is the rumor)
A trouble maker student wanted to eat in class (and although some teachers allowed that for certain classes), and Mr. B didn’t allow the class this student was in to eat during class. He quickly got angry and started yelling that Mr. B hit him. The rest of the class denied it, and the student got into trouble. Mr. B’s first year of teaching in a middle school is what made him go back to teaching college students.
All I can really say is
That science class was the most fun science class I’ve ever had. I’ve never gotten so much enjoyment and learning out of science before.
The new teacher that came to teach it was a witch (nice word). She’s the reason I dislike science now.
But I don’t dislike it completely, ya know? 😉