I'm not sure why, but this made me think of that part about teachers needing to be armed. It got me thinking about my third grade teacher, Mrs. Gerds. My dad for months told me teachers love kids, that's why they go in to teaching. Told me I was wrong for thinking the teacher didn't like me.
We had our semester conference. We got into his green old 70's F100 pickup and before he turned the ignition, he looked over at me and said "Son, I don't know what you did, but that teacher hates you". On the inside, I was like I FREAKING TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU. He continued on saying the best way to get under someone skin is kill'em with kindness and succeed.
Third grade is the only time I ever got straight A's and we went to Shakey's Pizza to reap the rewards.
BUT, that teacher having a gun? Hell no! She told my dad she didn't like me to his face. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. She had the gall to say I was a "nasty naughty kid". ME! Me of all people. Much like I am now, I was back then an adorable human being. But that bitch would have capped my adorable ass.
Originally Posted by: Zero2Cool