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Not weird to me. I still remember every single teacher’s name to this day…I started school in 1978.
I only remember the names of two teachers.
The one that set fire to the science classroom, and thus became a legend. And the utterly horrible one that hated kids and should not have been allowed to become a teacher.
All the others have just faded into the background because they were neither fun nor memorable.
Yeah, my 9th grade chemistry teacher, Mr. Kavall, should not have been working with children. Possibly being a drill sergeant might have suited him better.
Some people, especially teachers, burn in your memory.
I had a same"ish" thing with a teacher who tried to flunk me but failed at his own math. Funnily the guy who couldnt count and divide gave general economics, business economics and business administration. He hated my guts and I his.
Anyway, My average was a 8.5, he gave me a 3 for an oral exam thinking he flunked me as it was half of the total average before the written exams. He Glee fully shared my grade with the class. I reminded him as emotionless as I could that 8.5+3=11.5/2=5,75 so still a pass. And with the written exam on the horizon, which I would not screw up because I was good at it and he would be unable to screw me over on it because written exams are checked by several other teachers as well..
He just lost it. He bursted in flames, started raging and kicked me out of all his classes for the rest of the year. This was in december/January, the exams where in may.
Naturally I passed all his classes with even the highest grades of the school for the written exams. It was very clear to every one he tried to fuck me over when seeing the grades.
Every teacher congratulated me. Asking me how the f i did that without any lessons. Except he. He saw me at the exam presentation, got all red and just fucking left.
I laughed at the loser he was. I still remember the law prof smirking as well over the situation. And his name i cant remember. But this guy who tried to fuck me over because he just didnt liked me.. his name is burned in my brain forever.
And I remember all this to this day. This was in 1994. What an ass that guy was. It was also my first experience that most Adult people are not honest. And that them being nice is mostly a charade. And they will fuck you over for looking the wrong way or especially for a small percentage.
Man, I hope you told the other teachers that attending his lessons would have had no impact on the test results anyways.
That's pretty impressive. I started school in 1973 and I can remember a couple of teachers' names at most.
"Name every teacher"
Kindergarten - Mrs. Gall 1st - Ms. Voght 2nd - Ms. Lenahan 3rd - Ms. Piper 4th - Ms. Noda 5th - Mr. Kramer (Cramer?) Orchestra - Mr. Graves
6th & onward gets tricky because we switched teachers for each subject and had different ones every year. That list would get really long, and be highly boring to type out (and probably to read as well).