While we were at school most of us have done something mischievous in the classrooms for which we used to get punishment also. School life were the best days of anyone’s life. In those days we used to have no tension only thing that comes to mind is to irritate the teachers.
Classrooms are a place for learning, but, they’re also a place where you can be yourself and have a laugh with your friends and your teacher.
Here are some of the funniest things ever said in a classroom.
A kid in my math class would sleep on his desk. One day the teacher called on him to answer a problem on the chalk board. He woke up, solved the problem on the board with zero difficulty, and then just went back to sleep.
Back when I taught first grade, we were doing a writing assignment about Thanksgiving. The kids had to draw a picture of their family celebrating Thanksgiving, and then write about it. One little girl drew the table and chairs, and that was all. I knew she just didn’t feel like doing the work, so I tried to prompt her. I asked where the food and her family were, and she snapped right back with, “They’re washing the dishes.” Had to give her credit for coming up with a logical argument for not doing the work.
I had a teacher tell a classmate “no drinks in class.” He got up from his seat, picked up the teachers drink, and deposited in the garbage with his drink. She sent him to the office.
We had a teacher that would always threaten to phone our home if we were misbehaving, but she promptly stopped after this:
Teacher: “What would your mother say if I called home right now?”
Student: “She would say hello.”
I’m not a teacher, but I had a friend in school who was always pretty dramatic. She actually did have IBS though. So we’re in this teacher’s class and she keeps asking to use the bathroom. The teacher says no and my friend’s like, “I have IBS though!” and the teacher is like, “Tell me what those initials mean and I will let you go.”
So she screams “IT MEANS I HAVE TO CRAP” and takes off out of the room.
This is sort of a reversed situation, but there was this awesome history teacher I had freshman year of high school who was just always in an amazing mood. We’ll call him Mr. Smith. One day everyone is sitting in class waiting for the tardy bell to ring when a kid sneaks a condom onto the door handle. The bell rings and Mr. Smith walks into the room, grabs the handle to close the door, and pulls the condom off of it. Looks at the condom-helmet for a split second and stuffs it into his pocket while saying, “Thanks, I’ll need this later.”
My history teacher would spend half the class making jokes directed at the students. One student in particular always took the jokes on the chin and never really made any comebacks. Eventually, the teacher called him out and jokingly lectured him about standing up for himself. He ended his rant with “You’ve gotta be a man. You’ve gotta be like me.”The student replied with: “Well which one? Do you want me to be a man or do you want me to be like you?”
The teacher repeated the same thing a few times with similar results, and then just let him sleep the rest of the year.
This really shy kid that doesn’t really speak much was getting picked on by this mean girl when the teacher tells her, “Be nice to him, he might be your boss someday.”
Without missing a beat he replies, “No thanks, I don’t want to be a pimp when I grow up.”
In HS our Functions and Relations teacher would always start to say something, forget it and say, “I lost my train of thought.”
Well one day a buddy of mine replies, “It’s okay sir, there were no important passengers on board.”
Took my class to an art gallery. As we waited for our tour to begin we played on the small playground near the door. A prep school kid in a uniform approached two of my boys and said, “I bet I’m smarter than you are!” I watched to make sure no blood was drawn – my students can hold their own pretty much anywhere and they don’t accept insults casually.
But they were cool. “No you’re not. Are you in Grade 2?” The boy said he was and one of my boys said, “So then we’re all grade 2. So we are all grade 2 smart.’ He went back to climbing the monkey bars.
But the prep school kid continued. “I know I’m smarter. Let’s do some math and I’ll prove it.”
The toughest kid in my room looked this guy square in the eye and said, “Well, I’m smart enough not to do math when I’m having fun on a playground.”
I’ve taught preschool for years, and one of my favorite “dad” responses to children who are being whiny is “Hi, _____. I’m your teacher!” (Eg,”I’m thirsty.” “Hi, Thirsty. I’m your teacher!”).
Anyway, one day, after a long week, I sat down to lunch with my class and say to a child (we’ll call him Tommy), “Boy, Tommy. I’m really tired today.”
Without skipping a beat, he swallows his Mac-n-cheese, looks me right in the eyes and says, “Hi, Really Tired. I’m Tommy.”
That was the day I knew I had taught him all I could.
Well this one was during coaching classes for entrance exams.
The math teacher reduced a given problem to a simpler form and challenged the students, “So this expression doesn’t fit any of the given standard forms for us to find the particular integral. So what do you propose we do?”
A kid from the back shouted, “The next question.”
In high school one of my teachers was having a disagreement with a student. I can’t remember what it was about but finally the teacher ask him if she wanted her to call his mother. The student replies, “Do it then. My mama will agree with me too.”
The teacher then asks him to leave her class. He goes, “You know what I’m gonna call my mom for you.”
He then whips out his cell phone and calls his mom on speaker. “Hey, ma, this teacher want to talk to you.”
The whole class just lost it.
