the-great-snape-debate:

When I was in Grade 8 we had a teacher name Mr.

Plischke, super strict, everyone was scared of him. Like I’m talking everyone came into class right at 8, no one ever came early, sat as far away from him as they could. 

So my first class there, I came in early, I was the only one in the classroom, and I sat at the desk right beside his desk. 

He walks in, looks at me, does a double take and goes “Have you heard of me?” I’m like “Yes.” He goes “And you’re not scared of me?” I’m like “Should I be?” He goes “Probably.” I’m like “Okay.” And didn’t move. That earned me some respect with him. 

So a couple of weeks after class started I wound up getting sick and stayed home, and I watched a 3 hour documentary on the Black Death with my mom’s husband. 

The very next day I go into class and Mr. Plischke goes “Who here can tell me about the Bubonic Plague?” 

I’m like 

So he looks at me like “wtf?!” cause he wasn’t expecting anyone to raise their hand. He goes “Okay, what is it?” 

I gave him a very detailed description about what the Bubonic Plague was, what years it ran through, what caused it, what they thought the cures were, how many people it killed, and about certain quarantine zones. And he’s like 

He had no idea what to do with this …. It’s like the fact that I knew what it was let alone gave him so much information completely derailed him. 

I earned the nickname “The Plotter” in that class because he always assumed I was up to something.