Talk:Seddie/@comment-3573782-20110712122245/@comment-3257430-20110712173353

This brings back memories. When I was in 7th grade (I'm going in to 9th grade), there was a teacher named Mrs. C. During sometime in the school year, she "quit". No one really knows what happened. Then we got this teacher: Mr. G. So one day we were doing attendance. He was calling names and he wanted us to say "aqui" (it was Spanish class). One of the students said "here". He tried to get her to say aqui but she refused. Then Mr. G got the idea that K (the student who didn't say aqui) hated him and they got into an argument. (Before I tell the argument it is important that I mention that Mr. G is white and K is African American.) He started saying things like, "Why do you hate me? Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY?" K (laughing): I don't hate you! Mr. G: Do you hate me because I'm white? Class laughs and K says no. Then he says, "Do you want me to quit? Because if that's what you want I'll leave right now!" K (still laughing): I don't want you to quit! "Really? Because I think you do. If you want me to quit, then I'm gone." So he took his things and left the room. Just like that. Just stormed out of the room. One kid banged on the desk and threw his hands in the air. The rest of the class was laughing and one of my friends was saying. "The teacher left the room! Oh my God!" A few minutes later, a teacher came in and tool control. The argument was longer and a bit more racial, but I don't remember much for some reason. :p It was a strange day.