I don’t like the weird power games teachers like to play.
Teacher here… band teacher here. Where… you know, you don’t want food and shit getting in the instruments.
If a kid did this, I’d die. Way to go man, hand out some cashews. Sometimes you have to reward the commitment to the bit.
I always joke when kids are late ( holding food evidence that is why theyre late) that if they didn’t bring enough for everyone, then they’d better bring some for me. Well, egg on my face. One day a kid showed up with a shamrock shake for me. “welcome back” was all I could say 😂
I ruined my high school economy teacher’s lesson on supply and demand, in which demand goes down as supply becomes over saturated, because the lesson included an analogue in the form of a big bag of Milky Way bars. He selected me first and asked if I wanted a candy but I had to eat the whole thing right there. I did. “You want another? Same rules.” And this went on until I ate the entire fucking bag.
What was supposed to happen was you’d get sick of eating the candy and no longer want one. But I’m a huge fat fuck and didn’t have lunch that day. Didn’t get sent to the office or anything, but he was kinda pissed.
A very accurate debunking of trickle down economics. He should have been thanking you.
One time in high school, they banned ketchup because people were taking too much, so a friend of mine brought bottles of ketchup to share, and he got detention. Kids were protesting. It was crazy.
