I don’t expect to meet one of the famous garden variety dictators much less have to deal with them, personally. But I’m sure most of us have been met members of the genre at school, work, maybe even in our homes.
Although they don’t ‘rule’ beyond the borders of the classroom, office, or living room, they’re just the same as as the famous ones.
I suppose the difference is that where Ivan the Terrible could order your death, Mr. Terabil, your home room teacher, might only be able to suspend you.
Where Attila the Hun’s invasion would have you and your crew developing ways to survive, when you work for Mr. A. Till Ahun you learn how to get through the day and out without the least stress.
The easiest thing is to treat them like some kind of Grizzly Bear or Lion, or some other predators. You never look them in the eye. Dictators don’t like that. It makes you real. It makes you equal.
You learn to keep your keeps down. You learn to look at anything but him.
Dictators have problems with themselves. This is to differentiate from those who may have problems performing a task, or negotiating a traffic pile up. Dictators have some twisted internal problem and they will take it out on anyone in their ambit.
Dictators are no happy people. Only two things make Dictator happy, receiving an award, or stepping on someone’s face.
You don’t ever want to speak to a Dictator unless commanded, unless you are to announce his Award has arrived.
Don’t look at, don’t speak to a Dictator unless commanded.
Hopefully, he won’t see you or know you are alive as he passes.
When he goes to pronounce his Orders, he refuses to hear from anyone. He is more than likely wrong, but don’t try to correct him. Let him talk.
It doesn’t matter if he sets an exam on a holiday or thinks today is Thursday. Say nothing. Always let him talk.
Be silent.
He gets orgasmic joy at the sound of his own voice. If you must look at him when he speaks, look at his mouth.
Remember, there are times in life you have no choice. You can’t throw Uncle George off the roof, you have to take this Class, you can’t leave the job until next month.
So, just get from now to then, intact.
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Some teachers are so bossy. In my opinion, we need to follow all the simple rules in the class. I am not sure why some of them are ao inconsiderate. I had experienced a couple of times dealing with teachers who have teacher's pet. They play not fair on this.
This tale is based on a true story told to Will by a friend [Tessa] who is an nursery schoolteacher in Drayton near Portsmouth; names have been changed to protect the guilty.boots joke
Marlon asked the teacher to help him get his shoes on at the end of a busy day. After quite a struggle with the shoes, which were a little tight, Tessa finally got them on. 'They're on the wrong way round, Miss,' mumbled Marlon.
She realises that he is right; they are on the wrong feet. Staying calm she and swaps them over for him.
'They're not my shoes, Miss', Marlon murmurs again.
Tessa fights hard to keep her cool and asks Marlon why he hadn't told her before. She then kneels down again and helps him pull the shoes off.
'These aren't my shoes, they're my brother's and Mum told me not to tell anyone.'
At this point Tessa can feel tears coming. She helps him back into his shoes. She gets him into his coat and wraps his scarf round his neck.
'Where are your gloves, Marlon?' asks Tessa quietly.
'Oh, Miss, I always put them in my shoes!