Our German teacher always smelled like Bourbon and doughnuts.


Once, she even smelled like a



CORNERR - OOOOSKY!!!

 

I had some SERIOUSLY wacko teachers. I had an 8th grade history teacher who used to suck on chalk and also ask us if we want to join the PRE club. Us being 13 year old impressional kids would say what is the PRE club? His reply was pick, roll and eat. Pick your nose roll it on the desk and eat it. You gotta think now being an adult WTF?!

 

Tag Lesley! Wie gehts wie stehts? Gut sehen Sie aus

Actually I didn't Les, but that's cool! It wasn't that I didn't like German class (I wouldn't have taken it with the same teacher for five years if that was the case)...it all started with a bear.

My German teacher had a GIANT stuffed bear named Herr Baar (sp. of Bear auf Deutsche?) anyway...a couple guys and I would get to class early specifically to wrestle this giant stuffed bear.....I dressed it in Liederhosen and a hat once(found'em in the closet) Put an afro wig on it...but by far the funniest thing was when we tied the blind-chord around it's feet and threw it out the window. The blinds went up...the bear went down...and we shut the window. Our teacher walks into the room and doesn't even notice the bear is gone. For twenty minutes we hold class...and then the phone rings....our teacher picks it up...says "yes?"....looks to the window.....hangs up the phone....

"Okay...who's the smartass"

"Mr. Bear" was swinging back and fourth, distracting the geometry class below us on the second floor

 

Das ist das lustigste Ding das ich in so lang habe geh

 

Tut mir leid, Taubchen....Ich habe keinen Liederhosen fur CornerCon.

Sie haben eine "

 

Hey Les....who are you calling a smartazz? Lil' ol' ME?

 

You....ummm...let me think about that, for like a nano second! undoubtedly YES!

ps. I was never taught to read or write in German....only speak and understand....

I can kinda get by....but try www.freetranslation.com

what is your background anyway?

too funny with the pen thing....gonna try that out here at work....I'm the only "white" girl amoungst a firm full of Italians

 

I used to spell all sorts of stuff in a "Germanized way" because of all the grammar excercises....there are so many forms of the word "the" depending on where they are in a sentence...jesus.


All 30 some odd Italian relatives use culi (*coo-lee*) when talking to little kids...it's funny.

My background? Well...my mom is first generation Italian American (both her parents came through Ellis Island). She has very dark skin and DARK brown hair. One time a guy came up to her and said in that "you're obviously ignorant" tone: "DO YOOU SPEAK ENG-LISH?"...My mom's response:

"You idiot...I probably speak it better than YOU do!"

My mom was an English teacher for a while...poor grammar in my house meant the wooden spoon

My dad is Irish...red hair, blue eyes, freckles, and built like a barge.

The result is ME! A guy with brown/copper-colored hair, that talks with his hands...likes beer...and will eat just about anything! Katie (my little sister) and I look like eachother...but we don't look like mom or dad really......

now WHERE is that milkman?

 

Both my parents were teachers at one time too, Mom = English as well, so I know all about that wooden spoon!! my poor hand!! However, my current boss here greatly appreciates all she grinded into me! Better than any teacher I ever had!

Maybe your milkman had a fling with my mom too....

mom, dad & bro <-- brown eyes, brown hair
lesley <-- green eyes, strawberry blonde hair!! (freckles too, but those are from dad )

I would have loved to see the look on your mother's face when she spoke up to that ignoramus!!
Good for her (that is often how I feel people try to speak to me with reference to my car knowledge - they make me )

 

Jim,

Pardon me for interupting, but I need to clarify some things...


1: exactly whose closet did you find the liederhosen in?


2: When the bear had the afro, did it look at all like Josh?