The Weird Teacher

Everyone I know has had a weird teacher. It seems like an unfortunate experience we all share as some kind of uncomfortable rite of passage. The weird teacher isn’t the one who sometimes tells bad jokes or occasionally smells a little of garlic. They’re the one that brings in a plate of brownies with bites already taken out of them. They’re the one that tries to give away a box of old wigs and naked dolls to their students. The weird teacher isn’t just a teacher who happens to be kind of strange. They’re the one that takes what is rational or appropriate, throws that shit off the roof, and does whatever they want. It is the difference between someone who does their job in a unique way and someone who doesn’t do their job at all and fails in such a way that leaves a bad impression on their students forever. It’s the difference between leaving students with asking your students to watch a montage of strange Egyptian cheese commercials while you run to the bathroom and separating a bunch of 8th graders into boys and girls, making them line up in order from shortest to tallest, and having them follow you to the bathroom where you will wait outside while your weird ass teacher takes her damn time.

At least the wigs ended up with a good cause

The difference between a weird teacher and the weird teacher is, I hope, the difference between me–sometimes I make bad jokes and enjoy garlic-y snacks to protect against vampires–and my 8th grade homeroom teacher who brought her class half-eaten brownies, a plastic tub of coarse, torn wigs and naked dolls, and made us wait for her outside the bathroom in an arbitrary and insulting formation.

I’m about to start teaching again. I’ve got a three-week window before I meet my new students. That means I’ve got three weeks to make sure I’m not the kind of weird that gives my students distressing dreams 11 years later. I don’t want to be the kind of teacher that makes them stand to attention in the order of their gender as I see it. I don’t want to bake brownies, take noticeable bites out of them, and try to pawn the rest off on my class for reasons that will remain inexplicable to them for the next decade.

The only thing that haunts me more than the screams from the third world war is wondering why my teacher brought those brownies. What the fuck is up with that, right?

I’m a pretty weird person. It’s inevitable that information is going to get out among my students. There’ll probably be rumors that I sing offkey renditions of incomplete songs while riding my bike to work, and I’ll have to admit those rumors are true. I don’t mind if my students know I’m kind of a strange person, but I do hope they don’t think of me in the same way I still think of my 8th grade homeroom teacher: Ms. ****, second only to puberty, you were the most infuriating, most exhausting, most aggravatingly pointless and distressing experience in my time at school. I hope you found a wig that fits.

11 Replies to “The Weird Teacher”

  1. I think the fact that you have your weird radar actively keeping you in check will prevent you from giving the students nightmares. The half eaten brownie teacher probably didn’t activate any filters. But a touch of weird is the spice of life!

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  2. I feel you there. I had ‘a’ weird teacher (my history teacher, who gave us amazing insight into the historical periods we were going through, but had some really odd ways to do so – we loved her, and it’s hard to put it in details, but I guess we all had that one teacher), and THE weird teacher, who ran his classroom like a middle-school version of a boot camp and eventually got fired for telling the school’s owner where she could shove his position.

    I would bet you’re the first kind, that endearing brand of weirdness your students will remember fondly in the future 😀

    P.S.: And safe against vampires, that’s important

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    1. I hope I’m still in the endearing brand of weird. Something tells me it wouldn’t be hard to slip into the awkward and unpleasant area of weird, but we’ll just have to see how my next batch of students feel about that.

      P.S.: Dracula got nothing on me and my stanky garlic olives

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      1. Human things are super complicated, but you feel like the good weird teacher. Your students will probably chuckle fondly and shake their heads every time they remember you in the future. 😀

        And how are garlic olives not a thing in my life? I must remedy that. x.x

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      2. Aww thank you 🙂 My teacherly goal is mostly just to inspire those wistful chuckles and not wistful memories of burning my classroom to the ground.

        They are magical and make close social interactions painful for everyone except you, so I highly recommend.

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      3. I’m sure you will. Heck,I’m not even your student and I chuckle fondly at your teacherly stuff. 😀

        And I already eat garlic all the time anyway. There’s something special about those toasts with some thinly sliced garlic and a drizzle of olive oil in the morning. 😉

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