This isn’t another creepy teacher story,
no, this is an inappropriate probably shouldn’t be teaching teacher story and
I remember her very well because I saw her every weekday for a year and her
name well, let’s just call her… Miss Witchie.
Miss Witchie, she looked like she was maybe in her 60’s she had short hair, a big nose,
she wore glasses, blue eye shadow, and consistently reapplied the same sparkly
light pink lipstick for the whole year. And she aaalways wore heels. The amount of times she got her heels stuck in the mud on the field during P.E. was outstanding!
She’s a teacher but she never learned her lesson just to wear sneakers during
P.E. I never understood this. She was also single, and lived alone with
her dog, and was very social about how desperate she was for a man. Keep in mind, the class she taught were 12 year old’s. That’s correct ladies and gentlemen, this
is the same school that hired my creepy metal working teacher.
*sarcastic clapping* WELL DONE. GREAT JOB.
There were a few times that she would get into school really late, like,
two hours late and when she finally did decide to show up the first thing she
would say to us was “Don’t yell, don’t slam the doors!” to which some smartass in
the back would reply “Oh, you got a hangover miss?” and she would not deny it, on a Wednesday! But that’s not even the main part of how inappropriate she
behaved. During one of these morning’s that she was running late we noticed a
few things different about the classroom. Subtle things like, the curtains were
half shut, various stationery and bits of paper strewn across the floor, lipstick
smeared across one of the windows, and an open pack of er, rubbers in an open drawer of her desk.
I am genuinely surprised she didn’t leave any empty bottles of wine
on the classroom floor because that was the only thing missing from this scene
to justify what had obviously happened here the night before.
I don’t know how she stayed working at that school for so long it baffles me. But, for a group of 12
year old’s we enjoyed it because we got away with so much, like, don’t get me
wrong Miss Witchie was a scary teacher at the best of times.
hen she yelled all children within a 10-kilometer radius would run. she struck fear into the hearts of any adolescent that walked through those gates. But she
made a mistake.. many mistakes in her life, and she kept all of this information in
a diary that she would bring into school and write in at school. BIG mistake.
She didn’t just leave it laying around though, nooo.. only one time she left this
little book filled with their personal life open on the table unattended in a
classroom full of 12 year old’s and that was just one time too many really
because one of the boys got their hands on it, stood up onto a chair at the front of the class and started reading out loud.
Unfortunately for you this video isn’t about what we read her personal diary
no no no no this is about what subsequently happened after we learned
too much about our teacher and she walked in on us learning such things.
Talcum powder. Everywhere. Flying through the air, filling the air, filling our
LUNGS we were choking on this stuff there was so much I couldn’t see through
it to the other side of the classroom. We had a full-on classroom talcum powder
war and it was glorious. But it didn’t end there. One of the boys found a large slab
of polystyrene and hits another boy over the head with it and breaks it in half! The
room was a mess. And you guess what happened yet? Probably not, why, our
teacher let us do it. She walked in on a boy reading her diary, yelled at him, and
then announced a talcum powder fight. She may be the smartest woman I know and at the same time the dumbest but I can’t fault her with this technique because to
this day I don’t remember what was read aloud from her diary I sure as hell
remember the talcum powder fight she distracted us good. What a hero. Here’s a couple of other highlights with Miss Witchie before I go. So, one time I was
sitting in math class with a different teacher (because I was in a higher-level math class true to being a smartypants) and
out of nowhere Miss Witchie barges in keep in mind she was supposed to be
teaching her own maths class, but anyway, she pulls out a rotten banana and yells
“This is what happens when you get penile cancer!” I mean you can only assume how
great of a sex ed. teacher she was due to that one sentence alone.
Another time, but also many times outside of school – fortunately – we would find her at dinner
time so 6:30 p.m. ish drunk, dancing on the tables at one particular restaurant
in that town. No idea how she didn’t get band because she did this at that one
restaurant so so often they had really good fries in that restaurant so I
mean, that’s why I kept going back. If not for the entertainment. Speaking of
entertainment, click on these videos… if ya… if ya want… BYE!