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P.Hearty
Everyone has teachers they love, teachers they hate, and teachers that are just opinion-less. But, boy do we have an opinion on our teacher, Mr.Hearty.
So basically, from the moment Hearty walked in, no one liked him. He was rude, snide, annoying and fat. Sorry, to all those fat people out there, but I’m sure Hearty doesn’t have many good things to say about us either.
So yes, we hated him, and I’m sure many others in the class did too. Anyway, we all spilled into that dreaded classroom and sat in our allocated seats. The lesson begun as usual and we endured what we thought would be a normal (well for Mr Hearty) English lesson.
We all put up with the usual remarks that Hearty made- some were laughable, others were just plain cruel, and the minority were rather patronising. We lounged around, reading, until he whipped out a spelling test, and we sat there writing words that haven’t been used in 1000 years, such as ‘impromptu’ and ‘thorax’. And he took his usual place, sitting in his chair behind the desk and gazing- rather suspiciously- at the computer screen which was angled so that no one could see it.
As we got on with our spellings, a strange music drifted through the classroom walls. It gradually became louder and we could make out a few of the words. Some of these included a strange howling noise and, ”And moreeeeeee”. Everybody looked at each other weirdly, looking for an answer. As the music progressed, we started to recognise the woman's singing voice. It was the weird music teacher – Ms Waukee.
Everyone was a bit startled, slowly more and more people began trying not to laugh in the otherwise pin-drop quiet room. Hearty, on the other hand, seemed almost oblivious to the laughter. It seemed to draw his attention away from what ever was on that computer screen, and the whole class watched as he became fixated on the tune. Suddenly, he leapt out of his chair, mumbled a quick explanation, and charged out of the room, knocking a few pupils flying in the process.
All intrigued as to what was on that computer screen, we all scurried to his desk. We looked in dismay as we came to the realisation as to what he must of been looking at every Thursdays lesson as we’d had spellings. Something very inappropriate for school computer use. I cannot say anything more on that specific topic, but the rest, you can guess.
Suddenly, the howling next door stopped, and everyone dived back to their seats just as Hearty came barrelling back through the door, his buttons bulging, his eyes wide. A rather impromptu entrance, if I do say so myself. He sat back down in his seat, and continued to gaze at the screen, unknowing that we all knew incredibly well what he was looking at...
THORAX
So basically, from the moment Hearty walked in, no one liked him. He was rude, snide, annoying and fat. Sorry, to all those fat people out there, but I’m sure Hearty doesn’t have many good things to say about us either.
So yes, we hated him, and I’m sure many others in the class did too. Anyway, we all spilled into that dreaded classroom and sat in our allocated seats. The lesson begun as usual and we endured what we thought would be a normal (well for Mr Hearty) English lesson.
We all put up with the usual remarks that Hearty made- some were laughable, others were just plain cruel, and the minority were rather patronising. We lounged around, reading, until he whipped out a spelling test, and we sat there writing words that haven’t been used in 1000 years, such as ‘impromptu’ and ‘thorax’. And he took his usual place, sitting in his chair behind the desk and gazing- rather suspiciously- at the computer screen which was angled so that no one could see it.
As we got on with our spellings, a strange music drifted through the classroom walls. It gradually became louder and we could make out a few of the words. Some of these included a strange howling noise and, ”And moreeeeeee”. Everybody looked at each other weirdly, looking for an answer. As the music progressed, we started to recognise the woman's singing voice. It was the weird music teacher – Ms Waukee.
Everyone was a bit startled, slowly more and more people began trying not to laugh in the otherwise pin-drop quiet room. Hearty, on the other hand, seemed almost oblivious to the laughter. It seemed to draw his attention away from what ever was on that computer screen, and the whole class watched as he became fixated on the tune. Suddenly, he leapt out of his chair, mumbled a quick explanation, and charged out of the room, knocking a few pupils flying in the process.
All intrigued as to what was on that computer screen, we all scurried to his desk. We looked in dismay as we came to the realisation as to what he must of been looking at every Thursdays lesson as we’d had spellings. Something very inappropriate for school computer use. I cannot say anything more on that specific topic, but the rest, you can guess.
Suddenly, the howling next door stopped, and everyone dived back to their seats just as Hearty came barrelling back through the door, his buttons bulging, his eyes wide. A rather impromptu entrance, if I do say so myself. He sat back down in his seat, and continued to gaze at the screen, unknowing that we all knew incredibly well what he was looking at...
THORAX
Friday, 26 July 2013
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The Unexpected Surprise (Schnitzel)
Like lots of our stories, some should never be spoken-they are so weird- but this one, this one's so weird and UN natural that it goes far beyond that rule and it's the sickest but 'best' story you will ever hear.
(I doubt that...)
Throughout life and school, we crossed by over-adventurous people like Tom, more enthusiastic people like Carol, and that one, strange girl who doesn't talk but dances like a gorilla. In comparison to the huge competition, young Nina seemed almost normal.
One day, me and Lee knocked on Nina's door to walk to school like we always did. She answered with a cheery smile and said she'd only be a minute as she had to brush her teeth.
(What kind of sick person leaves brushing their teeth until last?!) So anyway, we lingered in the doorway and were met by an unusual smell of frying meat. I looked at Stevie and we both pulled a face.
It was eight in the morning, and whatever was cooking certainly wasn't bacon.
Lee that's disgusting! Haha, don't exaggerate! Anyway, we heard Nina's dad upstairs, waking up her little sister from school. We heard him walking around a bit and finally we saw his feet at the top of the stairs. What a surprise was going to happen!
Before either of us could look away, he came bounding down the stairs, totally unaware of our presence. I wish I could say that he was wearing something- anything- but that would be lying. Quickly, I glanced at the floor, but I heard Stevie squeal in shock beside me- she had seen the worst of his 'German sausage' (jokes).
Yeah...in case we hadn't already mentioned, the family was German which (with no offence to ordinary German men)makes it kinda pervy. We both looked away as quickly as possible, but that dreadful image will never leave my mind, and Nina has never forgiven her dad since. However, we still wonder if he was naked when he woke up her sister...
THE END!!!
*To elaborate more- we have had MANY quite terrifying run-ins with pervy people who just happened to be German men (especially and unfortunately me...) but of course we hold nothing against ordinary German people, just Nina's family.*
:)
*And also, Stevie was joking on her last sentence!*
(I doubt that...)
Throughout life and school, we crossed by over-adventurous people like Tom, more enthusiastic people like Carol, and that one, strange girl who doesn't talk but dances like a gorilla. In comparison to the huge competition, young Nina seemed almost normal.
One day, me and Lee knocked on Nina's door to walk to school like we always did. She answered with a cheery smile and said she'd only be a minute as she had to brush her teeth.
(What kind of sick person leaves brushing their teeth until last?!) So anyway, we lingered in the doorway and were met by an unusual smell of frying meat. I looked at Stevie and we both pulled a face.
It was eight in the morning, and whatever was cooking certainly wasn't bacon.
Lee that's disgusting! Haha, don't exaggerate! Anyway, we heard Nina's dad upstairs, waking up her little sister from school. We heard him walking around a bit and finally we saw his feet at the top of the stairs. What a surprise was going to happen!
Before either of us could look away, he came bounding down the stairs, totally unaware of our presence. I wish I could say that he was wearing something- anything- but that would be lying. Quickly, I glanced at the floor, but I heard Stevie squeal in shock beside me- she had seen the worst of his 'German sausage' (jokes).
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| The whole experience was kind of like a Hansel and Gretel story. Only with a more sinister surprise. And a completely different storyline. |
Yeah...in case we hadn't already mentioned, the family was German which (with no offence to ordinary German men)makes it kinda pervy. We both looked away as quickly as possible, but that dreadful image will never leave my mind, and Nina has never forgiven her dad since. However, we still wonder if he was naked when he woke up her sister...
THE END!!!
*To elaborate more- we have had MANY quite terrifying run-ins with pervy people who just happened to be German men (especially and unfortunately me...) but of course we hold nothing against ordinary German people, just Nina's family.*
:)
*And also, Stevie was joking on her last sentence!*
Thursday, 18 July 2013
The Sorry Note
As children, we had some very interesting friends (to say the least). One of the more incredibly interesting friends would have to be an enthusiastic young girl named Carol.
One day in year six Carol decided to go on our teachers phone- she had a little bit of a crush on him, which was kind of weird.
Anyway, she decided to go on his phone (we still don't know why), and so she waited for his to leave the classroom and then she pounced.
I speculated that she was searching for any other competition his his life ( according to Carol, age was just a number, never mind a twenty five year difference), and she quite literally tore open the desk and flung out the black iphone that sat inside.
She twiddled the device for a moment, working out how to unlock the phone- luckily for her there was no password, but not so lucky for the rest of the class though.
Almost immediately the phone was screaming ringtones at top volume and vibrating so violently that Carol let out a shriek and flung it to the ground, where it rattled against the wooden floor. An inappropriately MASSIVE picture of Big Ben was now displayed on the screen, and to everyone's horror the volume turned even louder.
Suddenly our teacher burst into the room to see what was making so much noise. He looked to his right, saw the iphone on the floor playing loud music and random pictures and looked around the room very angrily.
(Or shall we say 'inappropriate pictures') Carol- who had hurled herself over a desk top into her seat- now glanced around the room nervously at the twenty-eight confused and blaming pairs of eyes that were now focused on her (including mine and Stevie's).
The teacher flew into a rage. He screamed at the whole class when he should have really only been screaming at Carol. Carol felt extremely guilty. But this is where the weird part comes in. The next day...
(I was joking about the 'inappropriate pictures'! The only inappropriate thing in one of the pictures was the size of the grin on the teacher's while feeding the ducks....*sighs*....) And so anyway, the next day, I spied a tiny muffin wrapped in a ribbon (that's right, a ribbon!) sitting on top of a note on the teachers desk.
It was a sorry note from Carol to our teacher. Nobody knew what the note said, but everyone knew one thing. Our teacher was completely and utterly freaked out...
One day in year six Carol decided to go on our teachers phone- she had a little bit of a crush on him, which was kind of weird.
Anyway, she decided to go on his phone (we still don't know why), and so she waited for his to leave the classroom and then she pounced.
I speculated that she was searching for any other competition his his life ( according to Carol, age was just a number, never mind a twenty five year difference), and she quite literally tore open the desk and flung out the black iphone that sat inside.
She twiddled the device for a moment, working out how to unlock the phone- luckily for her there was no password, but not so lucky for the rest of the class though.
Almost immediately the phone was screaming ringtones at top volume and vibrating so violently that Carol let out a shriek and flung it to the ground, where it rattled against the wooden floor. An inappropriately MASSIVE picture of Big Ben was now displayed on the screen, and to everyone's horror the volume turned even louder.
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| Carol's face as she slammed the phone off the floor. (In case you didn't notice, this is not actually a picture of the real Carol) |
Suddenly our teacher burst into the room to see what was making so much noise. He looked to his right, saw the iphone on the floor playing loud music and random pictures and looked around the room very angrily.
(Or shall we say 'inappropriate pictures') Carol- who had hurled herself over a desk top into her seat- now glanced around the room nervously at the twenty-eight confused and blaming pairs of eyes that were now focused on her (including mine and Stevie's).
The teacher flew into a rage. He screamed at the whole class when he should have really only been screaming at Carol. Carol felt extremely guilty. But this is where the weird part comes in. The next day...
(I was joking about the 'inappropriate pictures'! The only inappropriate thing in one of the pictures was the size of the grin on the teacher's while feeding the ducks....*sighs*....) And so anyway, the next day, I spied a tiny muffin wrapped in a ribbon (that's right, a ribbon!) sitting on top of a note on the teachers desk.
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| It was quite a fancy muffin |
It was a sorry note from Carol to our teacher. Nobody knew what the note said, but everyone knew one thing. Our teacher was completely and utterly freaked out...
Thursday, 11 July 2013
One night stand...
Well this memory was in year six, in a place called 'Robin Activity Centre'. It is one of those school trips that happens in basically every school, and if not, we feel sorry for you, because this is one of the best trips you will ever go on. Anyway, this is how it began....
Okay, so we were divided into dorms, and our dorm happened to be made up of nine people, two rooms and one bathroom that connected the two. Stevie and I were in the bigger room, the one closer to the main door, and I was tossed into a bottom bunk with Stevie in the top.
Once we had gone through our daily activities, it was time to go into bed. We got ready, chatted for a bit and then were forced to turn the light off by the teacher.
That was when it got weird.
AND the teacher didn't shut the door properly. It was like minus five degrees, and after an hour or so we stopped hearing noises from the girls next door. We just presumed that they had frozen to death.
And THEN...
A quiet girl who had never talked to any of us before (in fact, I'm not even sure she went to the same school as us....) burst into action!
We don't know why the girl was put into our dorm, to be honest some of us didn't even know that she went to our school. But, she has definitely never left my memory since that night.
But the moment those lights went out, the moment the temperature dropped, she burst out of her bed (which was very impressive as she was in a top bunk in the corner of the room) and began a strange, wild dance that looked like some strange satanic ritual performed in the dark. Everyone was stunned.
Scared.
I know this is hard to believe, but every word we say is true. It has scarred me for life. Anyway, after her weird dance, she started calling herself strange names...
One of them was 'Gorilla', and she started banging her hands to her chest...I think at that point I may have cried.
It was one of those moments where you actually feel guilty for watching, but yet you can't seem to look away...
She stopped dead in her tracks,
Her hands frozen in the air, a mad glint in her eye as she began to creep slowly towards my bunk.
Then, suddenly, she did a U-turn, throwing herself at the window and then hurling herself back into bed.
Everything went silent. Everyone was so confused and also quite scared. Then, out of nowhere, a sound came from her mouth whispering, "It was a dare". We all looked around at each other, seeing who on earth dared her to do that. Then the door opened.
The girl let out a chuckle, a tiny burst of laughter that was so quiet but so disturbing.
Just as she did, a man stormed through the open door, shouting in anger- the girl let out a hysterical scream, and then burst into fits of giggles. The rest of us were totally shaken- I think I heard someone praying to herself.
But it turned out that the man with long greasy dreadlocks- who we all assumed was some crazed axe murderer who was summoned by the girl- was actually a nightstaff member who had come into our room to investigate the incredibly strange noises made by the dancing stranger.
To be honest, we had all kind of expected that guy to come in because if they hadn't heard those terrible noises, then that guy was a terrible night supervisor. Anyway, that guy also scared the living daylights out of everybody, because a tall scary figure bursting into your room after a weird ritual has been performed tends to be kinda scary.
Anyway, he left and we never really heard that girl speak again.
Ever.
Okay, so we were divided into dorms, and our dorm happened to be made up of nine people, two rooms and one bathroom that connected the two. Stevie and I were in the bigger room, the one closer to the main door, and I was tossed into a bottom bunk with Stevie in the top.
Once we had gone through our daily activities, it was time to go into bed. We got ready, chatted for a bit and then were forced to turn the light off by the teacher.
That was when it got weird.
AND the teacher didn't shut the door properly. It was like minus five degrees, and after an hour or so we stopped hearing noises from the girls next door. We just presumed that they had frozen to death.
And THEN...
A quiet girl who had never talked to any of us before (in fact, I'm not even sure she went to the same school as us....) burst into action!
We don't know why the girl was put into our dorm, to be honest some of us didn't even know that she went to our school. But, she has definitely never left my memory since that night.
But the moment those lights went out, the moment the temperature dropped, she burst out of her bed (which was very impressive as she was in a top bunk in the corner of the room) and began a strange, wild dance that looked like some strange satanic ritual performed in the dark. Everyone was stunned.
Scared.
I know this is hard to believe, but every word we say is true. It has scarred me for life. Anyway, after her weird dance, she started calling herself strange names...
One of them was 'Gorilla', and she started banging her hands to her chest...I think at that point I may have cried.
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| What we actually felt we were looking at! |
It was one of those moments where you actually feel guilty for watching, but yet you can't seem to look away...
She stopped dead in her tracks,
Her hands frozen in the air, a mad glint in her eye as she began to creep slowly towards my bunk.
Then, suddenly, she did a U-turn, throwing herself at the window and then hurling herself back into bed.
Everything went silent. Everyone was so confused and also quite scared. Then, out of nowhere, a sound came from her mouth whispering, "It was a dare". We all looked around at each other, seeing who on earth dared her to do that. Then the door opened.
The girl let out a chuckle, a tiny burst of laughter that was so quiet but so disturbing.
Just as she did, a man stormed through the open door, shouting in anger- the girl let out a hysterical scream, and then burst into fits of giggles. The rest of us were totally shaken- I think I heard someone praying to herself.
But it turned out that the man with long greasy dreadlocks- who we all assumed was some crazed axe murderer who was summoned by the girl- was actually a nightstaff member who had come into our room to investigate the incredibly strange noises made by the dancing stranger.
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| Now you can see why we were terrified. |
To be honest, we had all kind of expected that guy to come in because if they hadn't heard those terrible noises, then that guy was a terrible night supervisor. Anyway, that guy also scared the living daylights out of everybody, because a tall scary figure bursting into your room after a weird ritual has been performed tends to be kinda scary.
Anyway, he left and we never really heard that girl speak again.
Ever.
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