Types of Teachers

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There are many types of teachers in school. 
Many we love and hate.
Here are some types of teachers I have come across:
Teacher 1: The biased teacher.

Teacher: Oh, if you have completed your drawing, raise up your hand and I will come to you.

(Student 1 raises up their hand)

(Teacher overlooks Student 1)

10 minutes later

Student: Ms...Ms...I have...

(Bob raises up their hand)

Teacher: Yes..Bob...what do you need? Do you need help?

Student: Ms...I have been here for half an hour and now it is end of class.

Teacher: (Ignores Student 1.)  Class, it is time for your next class. Goodbye!


 Teacher 2: The happy teacher who is too kind

 Class: Mr Green, we don't feel very well, what can we do.

Student 1: (groans) My stomach hurts.

Student 2: (screams) I need the toilet!

Student 3: (moans) I feel sick....(faking it)

Mr Green: Oh well, since we are all feeling unwell, we can be a bit more relaxed today and do less work.

Class: Mr Green, it's the holidays soon and we have no time to do homework....pls give us very little homework.

Mr Green: Oh..is that so. Well then, I shall only require to give you one book to read, over 7 weeks.

Class: (whispered) Hehehe..



Teacher 3: The tiger teacher

 Class: Ms Tiger, we feel sick today.

Ms Tiger:  I don't care if you feel sick, we have some important sums to get to today, if I hear one more groan, I'll cane you.

Class: Yes miss, sorry miss.





Altogether, teachers are bad.  Except when you are BoB or you get Mr Green.

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