People Reveal The Most Crazy Interesting Teacher They've Had
Teachers. If you grew up in a country with a formalized education system, you've probably had some really good teachers, some okay teachers, and quite possibly some really bad teachers. It's the weirdest teachers that are often the best though.
Mrs. Graves was my 2nd grade teacher, and she was an angel. Loved all of her students and treated us all like individual mini humans instead of numbers. She made sure that everyone was working at their own level, whether that meant you were ahead, behind, or with the majority. That's not what makes her weird (this approach to teaching was sorely lacking in the very rural area where I grew up) though. That was because she was absolutely obsessed with pigs.
She had pig pencils, memo paper, letter and number charts, even a pig clock. She read Charlotte's Web aloud to the class, and we watched Babe one afternoon just for fun. I'm honestly surprised we didn't end up taking a field trip to one of the local farms with pigs. Over 20 years later, she is still one of my favorite teachers, and she was certainly weird.
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Cravings Musn't Be Ignored
Not so much crazy as hormonal, but I had a pregnant Spanish teacher last period in eighth grade. She was on her eighth month, and was having a lot of hormone swings. She would scream at us for not having the proper pronunciation, then start crying because we were a disappointment, then laugh because she thought of something funny. All within a span of minutes.
Once, we was writing on the board, giving a lecture, when all of a sudden she freezes. For maybe ten seconds, with her arm still up in the air. We start the freak out because we thought maybe her water broke or something, when she goes "I want McDonalds." She then called her boyfriend and starts yelling at him in Spanish to bring her some McDonalds, which he couldn't because he was a bus driver for the school.
A couple days later, she freezes again, then says "I want chicken" and waddles out of the room.
Born To Sing The Blues
My eighth grade music and english teacher was a bit funny. He was a real quiet guy, never raised his voice or anything. If you got 35/40 on a test and you complained about it, he was like "Okay, I guess I can give you 38..." and looked real sad and hurt. He was actually just a substitute, but remained there for a whole year. At the end of that year, when our school at a little concert where students performed, he came on-stage with a guitar and sang a blues-song about how the job always went to another applicant. I don't think I ever saw him smile during his whole year at our school.
How Do You Accidentally Teach Greek?
Mr. Effing. Harris.
This man was well over 6 feet tall but everything he did reminded me of a fantasy-trope dwarf. He made his own clothes. He wore the green vest. He had a massive beard with little beaded braids in it. Bald head. He lived on a mountain and built his own house (possibly from the foundations of another house, that was unclear).
This man had been struck by lightning twice. While building his home, he discovered a mummified cat. He brought it to school and kept it in a closet to show to students on/around Halloween.
He kept a giant dead spider in a terrarium and moved it around after hours. He told us all it was alive but nocturnal, and after several weeks when someone finally called him out on it he pulled out his lesson on the scientific method and told us we should question everything. He also accidentally taught me how to read Greek.
He taught earth sciences.
Mr Harris. God damn, he was a fascinating person. What an introduction to high school.
Engaging Students Is Vital
My American History teacher Junior year was pretty entertaining. Suburban Minnesota HS, smart school, good kids. And Mr. B.
Mr. B served in Vietnam, at what I'm presuming to be a very young age, when I was a Jr., he couldn't have been older than 50 (this is 2004). Mr. B had one of the very few class rooms that had an internal office, which was excellent for hiding from students to have a nip of grandmas ol' cough medicine.
"Vietnam is where I developed my insatiable taste for Jack Daniels." He told us regularly, with a toothy smile.
He told us how he was in charge of guarding and protecting secret documents on some base in a hot zone. He also told us that at first signs of trouble, he was gonna high tail it outta there, documents be damned.
I don't think it was ever total cowardice (which he admitted) so much as making a funny anecdote and trying to win over 11th graders, but I knew he was being honest. He would show us his Kodachrome slides for his tour in Vietnam, and tell us what it was really like there. He was one of my favorite history teachers (and junior year history can be a snooze).
Wouldn't mind sharing a JD with him now and hearing some more of those stories.
Death To The Squirrels
Mrs. Z, taught my grade nine English class. She had this vendetta against squirrels and told this interesting story about them which featured climbing on desks and reenacting getting a rabies shot. She also bough a frozen fish to school (as a prize for a student) which as a class we tied to a string, hung out the window and dangled in front of the windows of the classes floors below us. From the squirrel costume, to the dramatic reading of tell tale heart, to the stash of Halloween wigs in the back of her class (for Shakespeare re-enactment of course) to the giant Dairy Queen cake the class got at the end of the year, Z was great. I had her class at a time when I was feeling a bit down and going to her class I was never bored.
Edit: video of the fish incident [here]
My English teacher from 11th and 12th grade. He was head of the English department and head of Drama. He was also openly gay.
I remember him most because of how he reacted to people messing around in class. He'd halt class for a bit, spend five minutes roasting whatever poor soul(s) pissed him off, then just continue once we all stopped laughing.
The most memorable roast was when he caught someone on YouTube instead of reading. I still remember the exact quote:
"Anton, you are like syphilis on the crotch of the world. Actually, no. We are going to change that from a simile into a metaphor. You *are* syphilis on the crotch of the world. Actually, we'll shorten that even further. Anton, you are just syphilis. Get the hell out of my classroom!"
"Coffee" Softens The Blow
Took a introduction to tech class in 8th grade. It was such an interesting class, a mix of computers, wood working, and art. We would work in pairs on different modules, like wooden sign making, creating websites, building earthquake proof model buildings and other really cool stuff. The teacher knew EVERYTHING about each of these subjects and reminds me a lot of Ron Swanson. Every last day of the quarter he would bring his guitars in and we would all take turns playing and just hanging out.
He found out the last week of school that they weren't offering the course again the next year due to budget cuts, and he'd no longer be a teacher there. He played this country song "take this job and shove it" all period... singing and drinking "coffee" (it had to have been whiskey or something) and had written us all letters wishing us well and thanking us for a great year. What a guy.
12th grade English honors teacher. Her name was Mrs. Sir.
1. She made her husband take her last name when they married in the seventies because she didn't want to be called Mrs. Smith.
2. She was well into her sixties, yet drove a bright neon yellow Harley decorated with spiders and spiderwebs.
3. She would make us stand on our desks or travel the halls screaming "Hail Beowolf!!" When we read Beowulf (and similar shenanigans for other stories)
4. For our final, we could do a written project, diorama, or make a lifesize weapon from one of our stories. I made a spear (out of wood) and we had to take it to the campus at 4am so none of us (including her) would get in trouble.
5. Instead of a test on Chaucers Canterbury Tales, we were given a brown paper bag from the grocery store. We could pick any character from the Tales and try and design a hat out of the bag. You were allowed to add anything you wanted to it, but couldn't cut any of the bag off. People got creative.
6. Whenever we finished our work early, she would tell us stories about how she burned her bras back in the seventies.
7. She made a pact with the other teachers who were her age at that high school (TINY town hs, so the teachers haven't really changed in 45 years) to all retire the same year and when I checked in on the hs, they all went through with it. That school lost a gem of a teacher and hell of a unique person.
Lurk Before You Leap
In seventh grade, I took a course called "Technology," which was taught by a guy who could have been a gay Santa Claus in his mid-forties. (That description of the instructor isn't actually relevant to my story; he was just a really memorable character.) He showed the "Dancing Baby" animation to us during one class period, and predicted that it would become a popular cultural icon. (This was in 1997, for the record.) When we asked how he could tell, he proceeded to inform us about his cardinal rule for using the Internet:
"When I go into a forum," he told us, "I wait around and see what people are talking about. I stay silent, and I get a feel for the sort of conversations that everyone is having, I research what has already been discussed, and I try to recognize the trends in their exchanges." He pointed to the image of the infant on the projector screen. "That movie has been shared *a lot* in the past week or two. People are going to *keep* sharing it. I've just shared it with *you*. That's another important thing to remember: When you *do* start to post, think about how you're coming across— how you write, what you say, and which ideas you're trying to express."
"Always," he said, "lurk before you leap."
I've found that the rule applies in more situations than those that arise online, too. Observation before action pays off in the long run. Sometimes I get a little bit ahead of myself, of course, and dive into conversations before I've looked at the rest of a given thread... but it's nonetheless amazing how much of an impact a little bit of patience can provide.
**TL;DR: My most interesting teacher taught me to politely lurk before leaping.**
Dude hung an empty cereal box from the ceiling above his desk for perhaps a month.
Two weeks before the final exam he told us there was going to be a question about the cereal box on the final. Everyone started examining the box in great detail.
One week before the final he told us what the question was going to be. "What is unusual about the cereal box hanging above Mr. Manley's desk?"
He never told us the right answer, but I'm pretty sure I figured it out, even if it took me 5 years.
He was maybe one of the best teachers I ever had, even though I dismissed him as slightly mental at the time.
Edit: we went over that damn box with a microscope. Compared ingredients with other cereals, looked for typos, checked for coloring abnormalities, everything. Finally we settled on the fact that box featured a picture of a cereal bowl with the spoon resting on the left side instead of the right as the unusual thing.
Nope; that wasn't it.
Five years later I'm a sophomore in college in a Philosophy class. The prof is taking us on a tour of an art gallery and talking about the nature of reality, objectivity and subjectivity. He asks us, what if someone took a discarded tire--any one of the millions and millions sitting in dumps around the world--and put it on a pedestal in the middle of this art gallery, would that be art? And I thought to myself "Holy sh*t, the thing that was unusual about the cereal box is that it was hanging from the ceiling." Mr. Manley was a biology teacher, but he was really trying to teach us to be scientists, or at least to think scientifically. And he was really big on us developing our powers of observation. And the point he made very emphatically was that if you look at something hard enough trying to find something unique, you will, even if you have to manufacture the uniqueness in your own mind.
Edit 2: I'm so happy that Mr. Manley's outstanding teaching lives on in this story and its impact on my life. He's probably passed by now, as he was 60ish in this story, which took place about 37 years ago.
Train Of Thought Jumped The Tracks
Maybe the chemistry professor my sophomore year who would be going over a concept, then go blank for a moment. Like, he'd just stand there for 30 seconds or so. Then he'd whistle and go into a completely unrelated topic for a few minutes - often it would be a ramble about the etymology of a random word, not connected to whatever chemistry concept was at hand.
There was a teacher at my intermediate school that was notorious for throwing rubber ducks at students when they got a question wrong. Literally had a bucket of rubber ducks.
Positive Reinforcement Works
My second grade teacher was pretty awesome. I went to a catholic elementary school in Minnesota and every Friday we would have a spelling test. She made a deal each year with her students that if everyone one got an A (sometimes she would include B's) that she would dance on the desks and we would get candy. Didn't happen often but she was a great teacher. She liked to wear leopard prints and dressed like 50's 60's era- skinny pants, cat eye sunglasses. Most interesting teacher especially for a little kid.
I Feel Tired Just Reading This
Had a math teacher who was also the schools cross country coach. He lived almost 20 miles away and would sometimes run to work in the morning.
He also had to desks arranged in the middle of the classroom so he could jog around the class while he did lectures. Forcing us to move our heads as he ran.
Teaching Just Because He Wanted To
My high school physics teacher. Guy was brilliant and rich. He has/had several patents, and didn't need the income from teaching. Every two years you could see him driving a new sports car (he'd lease). Teaching high schoolers is what he chose to do during his retirement. His room always smelled of burnt coffee and stale smoke.
Example of him teaching the class: You need to start out by figuring out A, B, and C for the equation, and that equals D. waves hand at white board And eventually you'll get this equation where the final answer equals Z.
(He'd skip steps because it was so easy to him. The trick was approaching him after he was done explaining it to the class so he'd break it down for you individually.)
I had an Earth Science teacher in middle school who instructed the entire class to: "Get up and lie down in the back of my pickup truck so that when I drive across the highway, the cops don't see and pull us over."
We were going to look at rocks. Great guy, weird school.
Teach What You Know
AP Psychology teacher was a gulf war vet who converted to Buddhism while in Kuwait. Always had cool stories and teaching methods related to those things, and was the best teacher I've ever had.
Is That You, Jesus?
My Science Teacher Mr. Cash. Oh my God, this man may have been Jesus. He was a hippy who became a beach bun who became a teacher. He had taught for 50 years at my school, and he had taught parents of students and and some grandparents. Also he was a complete wilderness guy, he told us stories about how he would take students to the Maldives, Rocky mountains, caves in Nevada, Australia. He would get kids stuck in quicksand, and would laugh as the sink ( he had known the quicksand spots and they weren't deep enough to kill someone, also quick sand isn't as dangerous as people think). He didn't like standardized testing so he would just put a movie on while we would test so we could be occupied. Monsters Inc. and The Incredibles were the movies we watched. Also when we went on a school trip, he took the whole class through a rock formation called "Fat Mans Squeeze" which was a super tight rock formation, that you could squeeze through. By far the best teacher I've ever had.
My mustachioed British history professor. Every class he'd show up with his pearly white stach where one end is just a bit shorter than the other and a nice suit with tie and silk pocket square and start lecture with a random story. He was the quirky professor everyone wants but is hard to find. He'd also offer fashion advice for the men if they wanted it.
His office was totally cluttered with paper and random notes but it was ornate and looked like an old fashioned gentleman's study. His lectures were surprisingly matter of fact and without bias, like "Well, yes, this action wasn't great, but at the time they had different views on these things and there wasn't much in the way of alternatives..."
Determined To Tell The Truth
At first I thought she was so boring, her lectures seemed to go on forever and contradict themselves.
Turned out she was the real MVP. She understood (as many do after school is over) that the curriculum we were taught doesn't always have the whole truth.
Her lectures took so long because she'd start with "this is what I'm supposed to teach you and to expect on the state mandated exams" and end the lectures with "and here's what really happened".
Things were way more interesting once I paid attention to what she said, and I credit her for my thirst for truth.
Have you ever found yourself in an argument so stupid and/or pointless that you were sure you were being punked? Like you keep looking away from the other person to check your surroundings for places Ashton Kutcher and a camera crew could come popping out of?
You're not the only one.
u/Anti-hollowkid asked: What is the dumbest argument you've ever been in?Brace yourselves, folks. Some of these arguments are breathtakingly bonkers. The sheer number of people who are willing to argue with someone over provable facts and what that other person likes or doesn't like is just ... stunning. It's stunning, you guys. Just not in a good way.
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My wife and I once argued over whether or not I liked mustard on my hot dog. I was for me liking mustard, she was against me liking mustard.
The argument lasted way longer that you could ever imagine it would.
A Stair Step
My brother and I argued if our staircase had 13 or 14 steps, based on an argument about if the floor of the second floor counts as a stair-step or not. We still have no solution.
My dad is a stairbuilder and I spent many summers working at his warehouse, so I can clear this up. 14.
My husband and I have this thing where we only say "I love you" on Saturdays. Every other day it's "I love you, but only on Saturdays." I don't know how it started, but it's been going for 11 years now.
We're both shiftworkers, so sometimes we have to stop and think what day it actually is. We had an argument recently over whether it was Saturday or not. I said it was Saturday, he said it was Friday. It was Monday.
I remember when I was about 13 my parents had an hour-long shouting match that ended with them almost getting divorced. The issue? Whether or not the nation of Iraq has a coastline.
My mother arguing that Iraq had a coastline, while my stepdad argued that it did not. This was back in 2004, and they are still quite happily married to this day. That incident is something they look back on and laugh about, and both of them admit it was really a pretty stupid thing to argue over.
With an ex:
"I owe you $80 for the bills of ours that you pay, and you owe me $40 for the bills of ours that I paid. Here's $40 in cash; we're even."
She did not understand this.
I literally had to go get another $40 out of the ATM, and hand the $80 to her. Then I had her hand me the $40 she owed me.
"Now how much do you have in your hand?"
She still didn't understand.
She somehow has a college degree.
When we were kids my brother and I got in a physical fight because he said I like mini wheats and I insisted I didn't. His argument was that I always sang the mini wheats song and I was deeply offended that he wasn't aware that it was just stuck in my head but I hated the cereal. I actually did like the cereal I'm not sure why I was arguing with him about it but I remember how genuinely angry I was.
I'll tell you about the only legal trouble I've ever been in, the fight that got me arrested. It started over whether we should return a box of crayons or not, and to this day I don't have any idea how it escalated to the point of the cops being called, but they were and I was the one taken in.
My boyfriend insisted that when two people are in an argument and one makes a point so reasonable and logical the other one can't disagree with it - it's unfair. I tried, logically and reasonably, to explain several times why that is just winning the argument, proving your point thoroughly and is completely fair.
His answer was that I was being unfair.
How the ch in masochism is pronounced. My friend caught me saying "masoKism" while he would say "masoSYism."
To be fair, he grew up speaking French, in which the ch in masochism is pronounced in "his" way. But he insisted that I was the wrong one here and that was just infuriating.
A woman was adamant that looking at the big solar eclipse on the television was unsafe unless you were wearing glasses. She wouldn't believe us and insisted on emailing NASA to check.
A Non-Standard Ruler?
I worked for a company that made signs. We had a customer ask for signs that were 7mm wide that were to go on a door. Our sign makers figured the order meant inches because 7mm is pretty small, so made them 7 inches. I got a phone call from the customer who went mad at me for making them the wrong size. So I put a reorder through for 7 mm.
Argued with the sign makers over it but they eventually agreed to do it after I shown them the order in writing. I even had the customer put her complaint in writing, reiterating the size they wanted.
7mm signs went out and a day later I get the customer on the phone literally screaming at me.
Cue the dumb argument - we ended up having an argument over how big a millimetre is, and obviously everyone in the office were laughing, but this customer just wouldn't accept it and said we must be using a non-standard ruler to measure.
Ended up being escalating to the sales department manager who refused to issue a refund. We still don't know what they actually meant.
This Unusual Vegan Argument
Was in a pub with a few friends, and some random Dude dropped an ear, and somehow figured I'm vegan. Well, people like him are the reason I usually avoid mentioning it. He came up to me and insisted on starting a discussion about veganism. He claimed that by the end of it, I would be eating meat again.
He listed some stupid arguments, I told him I was not convinced and then tried to keep on drinking beer with my friends. He followed me, and wanted me to "try to convert him to a vegan." I stupidly listed some of my reasons thinking it would make him go away. He told me he still was not convinced, so I was like whatever. Again, I really just wanted to drink beer with my friends.
That dude followed me all night and expected me to try make him vegan. Doesn't matter what I said, and all the reasons that for me are obviously good enough to be vegan. He'd be just like "No, that doesn't convince me, therefore your argument and how you life is stupid."
Didn't matter how often I told him that I honestly don't care; 5 minutes later he would come up to me again "I'm still not vegan, so veganism is stupid, all your arguments were stupid, now give me a good reason to become vegan!" At one point, I was literally yelling at him that I don't give a single flying f about what he eats and why, that it's in no way my responsibility to "turn somebody vegan" and in no way his business what I eat.
Honestly, for that dude, I would have bought a whole ham, just to shove it up his stupid annoying face.
In college my roommate and I argued about a line in Monty Python & the Holy Grail. The scene with the Black Knight where the line "Alright, we'll call it a draw" is uttered. We argued about who said that line, whether it was King Arthur or the Black Knight.
It went on for hours longer than it should have because I was stubborn and refused to admit I was wrong.
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Whether Albert Einstein or Arnold Schwarzenegger would be more useful to have around during a Zombie apocalypse. How on earth would Albert Einstein come in handy!?
Below Sea Level
I live on an island and when you go upland and you look out the sea looks like it's higher than or on the same level as the land. It's just a weird perspective thing because of the horizon. One day some kid says that it's because the island is under sea level.
I'm like wtf bro all of us would be with the fishes. He argues that no that's not true and if I just go upland I'll see. We then spend a good 5 minutes of my time arguing about it until I decided to leave this kid in his stupidity. He even said we shouldn't believe everything adults tell us and sometimes we need to think for ourselves.
This kid was older than me and was going to a good school. Lost my respect for him ever since then.
Someone tried to fight with me over how to spell my name.
Now, my name is in a lot of languages with slightly different spellings. I would have accepted any of those spellings, but this one was just... Not even close. It didn't make any logical sense.
An analogous example is if my name was Thomas and someone was insisting it was spelled Tomash. And not just the name Thomas in general, but that me specifically, on my birth certificate, was named Tomash. I know how to spell my own name.
I swear to god, it went on for like an hour.
Whales Are Mammals
I was in an online chat room one day, and we were talking about whales. I commented on how whales are mammals and the next thing you know, someone was arguing with me and trying to convince me that a whale was a fish.
Stupid microwaves. Having a man child talk down to me about how microwaves work only for him to google it and prove me right. He slept on the sofa that night.
My friend keeps telling me that the norm is that a person should shower once a week. This has been going on for years. I'm almost convinced he's trolling me.
No Balloons For Grandma
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky.
He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space. Releasing balloons is terrible for the environment and kills/harms so much wildlife.
He got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
Spontaneous Dolphin ExistenceGiphy
How dolphins reproduced. It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence. The argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day.
I repeatedly had the argument with a friend over whether roosters were chickens. She was convinced that only the females were chickens (hens). We were 18 at the time.
Me and my friend were drinking underage, we ended up in an argument of whether lightning McQueen's eyes were blue or green. Somehow throughout the whole thing both of us never thought to straight up google a picture.
But ... Ice Floats
Woman wanted ice on the bottom of her drink.
Now read that sentence again and try to imagine arguing with that particular brand of stupid.
Time Zones Exist
Coworker claimed that it was the same time of day and the same season on the whole globe. Had to get 4 coworkers to confirm to him that time zones do in fact exist.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?"
"no, it's red"
"YOU CANT EVEN KNOW"
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
I'm late, but I saw this question and instantly remembered that I was booted from a Facebook group because I called someone out on a lie that was not only bull, but extremely pointless. She was friends with the moderator and they made the case that my argument over such a little lie was more of a problem than the lie itself (though they didn't refer to it as a lie.)
The woman said that she used to babysit for Andre 3000 and that his name was Andre 2000 - but he changed it after the year 2000 had passed. This was so easily disproven it was ridiculous. Their debut album came out in 1994 and he was already going by Andre 3000 at that time.
The argument wasn't a huge long drawn out thing, but the fact that either of us were on Facebook at separate times meant that the responses were over a long period of time so this argument lasted a few days.
It was stupid.
Stars Like Our Sun
I was arguing with my grandpa about stars he didn't believe that there are other stars like our sun. Basically he thought there is only the sun, the moon and the earth.
I have a degree in history. I mostly focused on nationalism. Wrote a 50 page paper on it and Richard Nixon with around 50 100 sources. Looked at micro film for hours on end. Part of the paper focused on how Nixon being chair of the house committee of Unamerican Activities was used as a powerful weapon to use against political enemies. It also inspired Joe McCarthy. Have had people tell me I was wrong and Nixon was never elected to a position besides the president and Joe McCarthy came before Nixon. I stopped trying to talk history to people.
I also know quite a bit about the history of the Balkans its amazing how many Serbs refuse to believe Tito did anything wrong.
Wrote 100 page paper on nationalism in Israel. Its frustrating to talk about because for some reason a lot of people think Palestinian firing rockets randomly into Israel is ok but if Israel retaliates the people get up in arms over a targeted air strike that kills 3 people.
Balloon to Heaven
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky. He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space.
And he got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
I got into an argument with a co-worker over how we were attaching two pages of a letter together: small binder clips or paper clips.
He felt that paper clips would leave a "dent" in the paper when removed, but binder clips won't. He refused to staple them together. I felt that binder clips would also leave a "dent", so we might as well just use the paper clips.
It ended with him saying: "Do what you want [me], I don't care!" and storming off.
Once got accused of faking being Jewish. Why? I have no clue. We argued over the course of a month, any time I'd bring it up and she heard about it, she'd begin going after me for "faking it".
My mother's side is ethnically Jewish. Grandparents were practicing.
3 friends and I once got into an argument about how to pronounce Nutella. It lasted for about 3-4 months. It was hilarious how serious we took it, it'd get heated but never for real serious.
I think someone even called the company that made it to check, or that may have been for the Cheetos company. We were really bored in high school.
Late to the party, but there it is.
I'm a manager at a small store. We're only 4 working there, so my team and I grew very close and we joke around a lot. Once during a slow shift, my employee and I had an argument because we were looking at the lingerie boxes, and I thought that two specific boxes had the same woman on it, but she was 100% positive they weren't the same person.
Looking back, I don't know why it was such a big deal to us at the time, but we even called another employee who lives across the street to come and tell us what the heck was up with that. Turns out I was right, and she was pretty salty about it. It was a great night.
Wicked Witch of the West
I almost got into an argument with an old girlfriend over Glinda the good witch from Oz. She insisted that Glinda was manipulating Dorothy to assassinate the Wicked Witch of the West and convince the Wizard to leave to create a political void she could fill.
I conceded the issue when I heard the whole premise because I thought it was too damn stupid to get worked up over.
Keep Your Hands to Yourself
Just the other day I legit got in an argument with my co-workers on why I don't like my butt being grabbed by anyone (I'm a guy). Seriously.
They went on about "I don't mind it. Mike and I do it all the time and we don't care." Yeah, that's nice dude, but I'm not you, and there's something called "Keep your hands to yourself" (which was taught to a good portion of us growing up). Just like how Karen wouldn't like it if I touched her boobs or her grabbing your crotch or frankly ANY area you wouldn't like being grabbed, keep away. In general, you should not be touching me in any areas after I've told you not to several times before.
So unless you're sleeping me or dating me, keep your damn hands off my toosh.
My best friend and I argued over whether or not telekinesis was possible. Her argument was that humans don't yet know what the human brain at 100% usage was capable of, and that telekinesis was inside the possibilities.
I said the brain does use 100%, just at different times.
We didn't speak to each other for four days.
How dolphins reproduced and whether or not ghost existed (back to back with the same person). It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence (the argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures).
How it shifted to the existence of ghosts is a solid and reasonable question to ask (I don't remember why). I had to then proceed to tell her that ghost hunting TV shows do not constitute as undeniable evidence.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day. This was in high school SO... hopefully she was kidding.
Dogs and ChocolateGiphy
I told this stupid woman that chocolate is toxic to dogs. She went on to tell me how a little bit will just make them hyper and then they will calm down. I told her to google it. Her and her bf shut right up. Now they have a kid. Good luck, Jeremy and Andrea. morons.
I should also add that this argument started because Jeremy was giving his tiny dog chocolate and I told him it was toxic.
Is water wet?
My roommate and I have a recurring argument over whether or not water is wet l, and whether or not a person is considered wet underwater.
For the record, it is no to both questions.
A kid a church telling me about the mission trip I went on. Not only was I not on that trip, but I had never been on any mission trip. We were good friends, so it's not like he would've mistaken someone else for me.
He insisted I was there as if an entire week long trip would just fall out of my memory. He even had stories of things we'd done together. I'm not sure if he thought I was lying, joking, stupid, or crazy, but I was pretty sure he was some combination thereof.
One time I got into a shouting match with my mom and little brother in the car. The issue? The names of the two-headed dragon from the PBS kids afternoon show Dragon Tales. I swore it was Zack and Macie.
It was actually Zak and Wheezie. I don't even remember why we were yelling about it.
Green Or Yellow?
When I was about 15 or so my mother and I spent about 20-30 minutes arguing about the color of a shirt. We agreed it was blue/green, but to me it was just a shade more blue, while to her it was just a bit more green.
Turns out, your eyeballs yellow as you age and hers were 24 years yellower than mine, so I think that skewed her color vision.
Stars In Their MultitudeGiphy
I once got in an argument over whether or not a line from the song "Stars" in Les Mis says "...but mine is the way of the lord" or "mine is the way of the law".
I didn't even really care what he thought but he was so adamant and cocky that it got me heated. By the end of it we were shouting at each other and I had to apologize, which I think is what he wanted the whole time.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?" "that's orange" "no, it's red" "orange" "YOU CANT EVEN KNOW".
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
About five years ago, my girlfriend (now wife) once had a very intense argument about whether or not hot water cleaned things better than cold water.
She genuinely believed that water temperature didn't matter. This is someone who has not one, but two masters degrees.
We argued for something like 2 hours, and we seriously almost broke up over the whole thing.
I had an argument with a girl IN THE MIDDLE OF A BIOLOGY CLASS in high school about how humans are not mammals. She thought a human was a human and we are not mammals because "mammals are animals and humans are not animals"
I tried explaining to her the difference between reptiles and mammals and how humans fall under the mammal category to try and educate her... but she just wouldn't listen.
I still have no idea why the BIOLOGY teacher did not get involved...
Solid Or Liquid?
Some classmates and I got into a heated debate as to whether or not the human body could count as a soup, salad, or sandwich. The teacher got mad at us, but hey! All we were doing was watching a movie.
For the record, my logic lays with soup- Liquid contained within a solid, at a hot temperature.