Now that you guys know about our amazing school it’s time to introduce our mind blowing teachers. Our teachers loved us soo much that they always reminded us that they didn’t care whether we passed or failed our exams because they didn’t need to “prove” themselves. Honestly I don’t even think our teachers knew we existed. For the longest time we were just invisible people whose names changed according to the teachers mood. Our teachers were also the least partial teachers of all land. They had no idea that equality was a real thing.
They were apparently also great at teaching,according to our principal,who also taught us but if that were true we wouldn’t be doing this. Their definition of teaching was reading what’s given in the book. They never really understood that they actually had to explain stuff and that our parents paid them to do that.
A few of our teachers had an irritating habit of referring to us by our last names. Now this I never understood. Why not just call us our names? There’s a reason why our parents named us. One of our teachers also took out time from her busy schedule to list to us the amount of money the school spent to provide us with basic necessities like water and electricity. Didn’t our parents already pay for all the expenses? How did the school spend any of its own money? She constantly asked us to turn off the lights to save electricity and study in the dark.
We also had teachers who gave us lectures on how to get away with murder. It was probably the most useful lecture of all time. That lady knew what she was talking about which was a bit disturbing but then she bought us cakes the next day and nobody cared about the murder thing. Our sports teachers were also out of this world. According to them sports was equivalent to basketball. People who didn’t play basketball could run around the whole school as long as they had a ball in their hand but if you arrived even two minutes late for the class you were in big trouble. Apparently we had to be punctual to watch a bunch of sweaty people run around.
Now for the world renowned laboratories in our school. So basically our science lab was one big room divided into three parts for physics, chemistry and biology. It was used for everything other than science. To give an example it was used as a storage area for costumes during our concert. Every year in the beginning we were assured that we would get to use the labs but that time never came. Finally in 10th grade we thought we would get to use it because it was our last year in school and we did get to use it but that was just because our final marks counted on it. We didn’t even get to perform any experiments. Our teacher didn’t even know what she was doing. This is basically all we’ve got to say about our labs. We went there a very few times but the memories are etched forever.
Honestly I think our teachers hated us more because they couldn’t bear to see us smiling or being even remotely happy. Though not all our teachers were bad. Some of them actually knew what they were doing but I have no idea why they’re stuck up in that place. All I can say to them is best of luck. As for the labs not even God can convince the school to use it to teach science instead of using it as makeup rooms.
(Ps. The reference to the book in the title has nothing to do with our teachers or labs. It’s just a nice name.)