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My art/religion teacher was certified insane. Back in the mid nineties, Quebec still had official Catholic School classes during normal school hours. Study bible, teacher, moral lessons, the whole shebang. In highschool, the one we got for this was... Well, Mrs. B (I don't even remember her full name, she was always just Mrs. B) was a bit kookoo. I believe she actually through she was speaking to Angels, or to God, quite a bit. She thought I had sleeping sickness (or narcolepsy) because I was always tired, and tried to get my mom to bring me into the hospital to get treated (My mom is a nurse, she was just baffled and confused). Overall my teachers were pretty alright. Gradeschool was mostly the students I hated, the teachers were good (My grade six teacher was a photographer and he would take pictures all over the province. We would regularly end fridays, last period, with a slideshow of all his nature and wildlife photos, he was awesome. Had a friend who once said 'IF I GET HIM ILL COMPLAIN TO THE ADMIN BECAUSE HES SHOWING PICTURES INSTEAD OF TEACHING MATHS". I stopped being friends with him, I pretend it's over other serious personality problems but really its because he was a bootlicker who would narc out the coolest teacher in school) edit: loving THING POSTED BEFORE I WAS DONE RAGE
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