The retired Marine high school teacher.

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After retiring from the Marine Corps, a former Drill Instructor Sergeant took a job as a high school teacher. Just before the school year started, he injured his back. He was required to wear a light plaster cast around the upper part of his body. Fortunately, the cast fit snugly under his shirt and wasn't noticeable when he wore his suit jacket.

On the first day of class, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in the school. The smart-aleck punks, having already heard the new teacher was a former Marine, were leery of him and he knew they would be testing his discipline in the classroom.

Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, the new teacher opened the window wide and sat down at his desk, he looked around the room and made eye contact with each and every student. A strong breeze through the window made his tie flap. He picked up a stapler and stapled the tie to his chest.

Dead Silence.

The rest of the school year went very smooth...
 
LOL....

At Forsyth EMS, there was a medic who had a prosthetic eye (glass).

New folks would come in or they'd have students riding. He'd take out his pen and start tapping it against his eye..."tink-tink-tink-tink".

That was always good for a laugh.
 
My auto mechanics teacher, in real life, smashed his finger in an air jack splitting the tip of it open, nail and all. He looked at it calmly, walked quietly to the sink and washed it, then told us he'd be back tomorrow, he was going for stitches. He never even said ouch. No one ever gave him any crap after that.
 
LOL....

At Forsyth EMS, there was a medic who had a prosthetic eye (glass).

New folks would come in or they'd have students riding. He'd take out his pen and start tapping it against his eye..."tink-tink-tink-tink".

That was always good for a laugh.

Poor Herb. :) He was a trip!
 
My auto mechanics teacher, in real life, smashed his finger in an air jack splitting the tip of it open, nail and all. He looked at it calmly, walked quietly to the sink and washed it, then told us he'd be back tomorrow, he was going for stitches. He never even said ouch. No one ever gave him any crap after that.
Yeah, but you should have heard him in the car. :D
 
I remember in junior high school, way back in the...err...70s... some kids were yucking it up, throwing firecrackers at me. Typical bully BS.

I was the quiet, shy type back then...which made for perfect bully fodder, it seemed. But I had my ways.

One kid lit a Black Cat and threw it at me. I made eye contact with him as he threw it and snatched it out of the air, held it in my fist until it went off. Did. Not. Flinch.

All of the sudden, it wasn't so funny any more. It was a one-up on them that they weren't willing to top.

My fingers and palm stung like a MF for a while, but I never let it show.
 
I remember in junior high school, way back in the...err...70s... some kids were yucking it up, throwing firecrackers at me. Typical bully BS.

I was the quiet, shy type back then...which made for perfect bully fodder, it seemed. But I had my ways.

One kid lit a Black Cat and threw it at me. I made eye contact with him as he threw it and snatched it out of the air, held it in my fist until it went off. Did. Not. Flinch.

All of the sudden, it wasn't so funny any more. It was a one-up on them that they weren't willing to top.

My fingers and palm stung like a MF for a while, but I never let it show.
This reminds me. I need to start a thread on, Who's Got the Bigger Gun? ;)
 
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