



I'm upset now that I didn't have any real angry teachers. That does remind me of a friend who completely mailed in our 8th grade research paper (got like a 12 percent), smelled the paper and said "I think this smells like smoke."She was. As much as she disliked being called Her Frauness, she disliked it even more that I insisted on speaking German using the accent of the Swedish Chef from the Muppets.
Even just saying the title of our textbook, Unsere Freunde, with that accent was enough to damn near make steam come out of her ears.
I know this is probably truly shocking, but I was a li'l shit then, too.![]()
I could hear a hallway down her yelling "no fucking shit I probably had a dozen packs while I was grading these."