Did I ever tell my teacher story?
Anyway, back in Russia, there was quite a few teachers who hated my guts - for the fact that I never took their word for anything, and if they were bullshitting - I argued.
So, we had this subject called "Civil Safety", taught by a HUGE dude (scarier teacher than Madbunny) who in the Soviet times taught the same subject when it was called "Civil Defense/Military Preparation". The subject was kinda hilarious, we'd still be learning stuff like... what to do in the case of a nuclear attack, or how to avoid being a victim of a crime, or something like that. The teacher of course could intimidate the hell out of pretty much anyone; and if you misbehaved in class or did something he didn't like, he'd make you stand in the corner or in particularly bad cases, outside the classroom door.
Once in class, after a particularly bad case of police abuse was in the media in Russia, he launched into a rant about how "our Russian police are great and honest [and a lot of other great descriptives of them I needn't mention], while in America if you come up to a policeman, he'll punch you in the face"
Now, I'm not an Americaphile or anything, but as soon as he uttered that, I stood right up, in broad view of everyone, and loudly declared BULLSHIT. Everyone just froze. The teacher stared at me in amazement, and said sternly: "Krylov, go stand outside the door, or I'm going to send you to the principal's office!"
To which I nonchalantly answered "no need, I'm leaving myself" - and marched out of class, heading straight home. On my way out I think I saw his jaw drop.
I refused to come to his class again, and later he did see my mom and was apologizing to her and all. I returned to the class next week, but he NEVER mentioned anything or even called on me in class again. He just totally left me the fuck alone ever since







