Our English teacher’s last name was Bartelette. In French, if you replace the B with a T it makes tartelette, which is a small pie. I always thought it was funny.
In high school the English teacher’s name was Jacky. We always called him Jacky Chan. It helped that he was fit as a fiddle, too. He eventually left the teaching job to do bike racing in France. So yeah…that guy was into physical a activity a lot, I was surprised he wasn’t the gym teacher.
Also once he found my school agenda, in which I wrote swear words everywhere. Like a list of homework I had to do; math, page 34 to fucking page 37. Just cussing everywhere, he didn’t like it, called me to his desk after class and started getting all pissed off at me. Told him to give me back my agenda, then he’s like, no, I’m showing this to the principal.
So I’m like, just give me it, and I’ll go show it to him, I don’t care. So he gave it back to me and dropped the whole thing, telling me he never wanted to see it lying around again.
Lol, fuckin guy thought he’d scare me with the whole principal business, like I give a shit lol.
Sorry…that went off topic.
Also I should have replied to him when he told me he didn’t want to see it lying around again to just not pick it up if he ever did. I still regret that. That fucker.