Lock Down Screw Up

| Learning | March 30, 2013

(This story took place during my junior year of high school. The teacher is walking around class, discussing the story we’re reading.)

Intercom: “Teachers and students, we are [well-known codeword for ‘we’re going into lock-down mode’], NOW!”

(All of us students immediately get fidgety and look to the teacher expecting him to tell us what to do, but he just keeps droning on, ignoring the intercom announcement.)

Me: *nervously* “Um, Mr. [Name], did you hear the announcement?”

Teacher: “What announcement?”

Me: “They just told us to go into lock-down.”

(The teacher just smirks at me with a ‘nice try’ look, while some of the other students try to vouch for me. He ignores me and just returns to his lecture. Some of the other students begin getting nervous too, and I see a few glancing towards the door when he’s not looking, as if they want to try and secretly lock it. We’re all quiet while he continues to lecture. Suddenly, the door flies opens and I about jump out of my seat.)

Principal: “Why aren’t you in lock-down?! Mr. [Teacher], please step outside with me immediately!”

(The principal turns off the lights and tells us to be quiet while she takes the teacher into the halls to get on his case. Luckily, it was just a drill, otherwise, we could have been in real danger!)

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Much Argue About Nothing

| Learning | March 30, 2013

(I’m working at my high school as a computer tech. One afternoon, a teacher comes into our work area.)

Me: “Hey Mr. [Teacher], what’s the problem?”

Teacher: “Do I need to have a problem?”

Me: *feeling awkward* “Err, I guess not. That’s just why people usually come over here.”

Teacher: “Well, you should appreciate that there might be some other reason why I’m here.”

Me: “I understand. So why are you here?”

Teacher: “Well, I’m having a problem with the computer!”

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Righteous Insinuation

| Learning | March 29, 2013

(This story takes place in the late 1990s and I was at a bus stop waiting for my connection from the university. There are other students walking around with pamphlets talking to other students.)

Girl: “I would like to take this time to talk to you about birth control and sexual responsibility.”

Me: “Thanks, but I don’t need to worry about that.”

Girl: “This is very important. You could catch a disease or get a girl pregnant.”

Me: “I understand the danger, but I’ve got it handled.”

Girl: *condescendingly* “And just what do you plan to do to keep accidents from happening?”

Me: “I’m waiting until I get married.”

Girl: *sputters a moment* “Oh…uh. That works too, I guess.”

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Positively Paid In Fool

| Learning | March 29, 2013

(At about 10 am I get a phone call in class. I let it go to voice mail and wait until after class to check it. It was from Financial Aid, they said it was urgent and to call them back.)

Office: “[University] Financial Aid, may I have your name and ID?”

Me: “[Name and ID]. I was returning a call from earlier that said I needed to call you, and it was urgent.”

Office: “Ah, yes. Thank you for calling us back so quickly. We have a note here that says you have a balance on your account that needs to be taken care of for you to continue with classes.”

Me: “Well, how much is it?”

Office: *a few moments of silence* “You have a balance of… zero.”

Me: “That was quick. Anything else then?”

Office: “Nope. Have a nice day!”

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This Professor Dean-finitely Won’t Be Back

| Learning | March 29, 2013

(I’m a student at a university that happens to have a lot of veteran students. Since I’m a writer who enjoys writing about soldiers, I’ve been to a bunch of the university’s veteran group meetings. On the first day of class in a new semester, I see a veteran I know walk in and take a seat at the back of the class. The classroom is small and there are only six rows of seats.)

Professor: “Good morning, everyone! Can you all to move up front here, please? I don’t like people sitting far away from me.”

(Everyone obligingly scoots up a row except the veteran student. From speaking with him previously, I knew that he was only comfortable in a room if his back is put to a wall.)

Professor: “You!” *pointing at the veteran student* “Move up. No student in my class sits in the back row.”

Veteran Student: “I’m really not comfortable sitting anywhere else.”

Professor: “Now you’re just being difficult. Move up or I’ll drop you from the class.”

(I catch the student veteran’s eye and he nods.)

Me: “Professor? He’s a veteran and he isn’t comfortable sitting further up. You can speak with veteran services if you’re—”

Professor: *looks over at me sternly* “Be quiet.”

(The professor then turns and points to a seat in the first row.)

Professor: *to veteran student* “Come sit here. Right now.”

Me: “Professor—”

Veteran Student: “No.”

Professor: “Fine. I’m dropping you. Give me your name.”

Veteran Student: “No.”

(The veteran student proceeds to stand up and walk towards the door.)

Veteran Student: “I refuse to be in a class with a professor as awful as you are. I’ll be dropping this class myself, thanks, and I’ll be talking to the department head while I’m at it.”

(The veteran student leaves with a nod to me, and I turn back to the professor.)

Professor: “See him? He’ll never get anywhere in life being disobedient like that.”

Me: “Excuse me? He served eight years in Afghanistan. I think he’s done more than enough with his life, including risking it to protect yours!”

(I stand and grab my stuff. On my way out, I turn back to look at her.)

Me: “By the way… his uncle is the dean.”

(The professors jaw drops. I heard she resigned a week later for ‘personal reasons.’)

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