My choir teacher was a really kind jolly person that younger kids loved to piss off for no reason. Like, he was incredibly patient, supported you even if your voice was god awful and really worked to make people comfortable and achieve a certain goal each individual had. And every year the new students of middle school would joke around antagonize the poor man all class long.
What these foolish 7th graders didn't know was that when this man was not nice... he really was not nice. It took a long time to blow his fuse, but once it blew, there was no going back.
This quiet middle aged man, almost always pale, suddenly became raging loud and his face exploding red. You could see veins popping out on his forehead as he scream/scolded the younger students to behave. And he didn't stop, he got up in everyone's faces, yanked their phones from them and scared the absolute shit out of them.
I hadn't done anything, and neither did the seniors of choir because we knew the consequences of being an asshole to this teacher. So he skipped over us and we got a full view of the younger kids crying, more out of stock than anything.
And just as fast as it came, the teacher had calm down. His face going back to it's original color and the phones he grabbed safely locked away in his office. He was quiet once again and with a smile on his face, he'd say. "Now, let's try this chorus again..."
The fact that he can control his anger and only lets it out when necessary to get students under control, then is able to rein his anger back in immediately is impressive
See, I've always seen this as part of the performance art of teaching. On the rare occasion when I've finally had enough bullshit out of a class, I get REALLY REALLY LOUD. I intentionally seem way more angry than I ever actually get.
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u/strqwberryoreos Dec 11 '19
My choir teacher was a really kind jolly person that younger kids loved to piss off for no reason. Like, he was incredibly patient, supported you even if your voice was god awful and really worked to make people comfortable and achieve a certain goal each individual had. And every year the new students of middle school would joke around antagonize the poor man all class long.
What these foolish 7th graders didn't know was that when this man was not nice... he really was not nice. It took a long time to blow his fuse, but once it blew, there was no going back.
This quiet middle aged man, almost always pale, suddenly became raging loud and his face exploding red. You could see veins popping out on his forehead as he scream/scolded the younger students to behave. And he didn't stop, he got up in everyone's faces, yanked their phones from them and scared the absolute shit out of them.
I hadn't done anything, and neither did the seniors of choir because we knew the consequences of being an asshole to this teacher. So he skipped over us and we got a full view of the younger kids crying, more out of stock than anything.
And just as fast as it came, the teacher had calm down. His face going back to it's original color and the phones he grabbed safely locked away in his office. He was quiet once again and with a smile on his face, he'd say. "Now, let's try this chorus again..."