Well done, man! I forgot about this little gem. My first grade teacher would hit the knuckles on my left hand with a thick wooden ruler. She specifically hit my left hand because I was right handed and therefore could still do my homework. It became so bad and my knuckles were so red and bloody that my mom had to come in and have a shouting match with her. She stopped after that. By the way, this was in 1984 in Chicago.
This has become one of my favorite channels due to famous “actors” images used in the stories, the comprehensive background given for each tale being told, and the stories being brought into light that we may not have heard of before. Looking forward to the next installment!
My worst teacher was Ms. Faye Lacey. She was hateful and cruel, told me i was stupid in front of the entire 4th grade class because my handwriting (with a full arm cast) was terrible. Gee sorry i broke my arm and inconvienced you.
@@haymaker710 still have nightmares and scars where shed grab my shoulder and dig her nails in. But i showed her, a masters and a phd, advanced emt for volunteer fire department, and most importantly as to how i really kicked her teeth in? I'm schizophrenic so achieved it while HER voice told me to off myself or just stop now because i was too stupid. So theres that
I had a teacher who publicly told my friend Paige and me, that we had the worst and second worst handwriting in the entire school. And that it was basically because we were shit kids. Teachers and handwriting, sigh.
@@thedacardea416right? Your handwriting is awful....youre gonna be a serial killer... ya? Tell that to my uncle, the lawyer or my mum, the doctor...their writing looks like someone vomited alphabet soup on an arabic kids homework.
I was born in 1949, shortly after the end of WWII. I had my worst teacher in second grade. Her name was Miss Fir and I learned later that she had been an inmate in a German concentration camp. She was very short-tempered and one day we students were cleaning our desks as a class project. One other classmate and I were making a silly noise that we had heard in a cartoon and after a short time of that we heard Miss Fir shout, "WHO'S MAKING THAT NOISE!!?" Thirty fingers pointed at me and Miss Fir stormed over to me, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the front of the classroom where she threw me to the floor. She then told the class, "Well, go ahead and laugh at him!" That was the event that prompted the school principal to remove me from the class and have me put back in the first grade for my protection.
@@sonyavincent7450 That seems like it was obviously the implied point. If she was damaged to the point of sadism, though, she should not have been a teacher.
@@sonyavincent7450 Maybe so, but the problem with horrible people is that every last one of them thinks they have a good excuse for their bad behavior. I'm a big fan of an adage I picked up years ago - Your issues aren't a license to be an a**hole. Somebody who'd spent time living in fear of authority figures hurting her and being completely unable to defend herself had even less of an excuse for behaving this way than someone who hadn't.
Only one worst tescher? Had a few. Grade 3 teacher used to have a sound activated lamp on his desk and wouldn’t let us out for our fifteen minute recess unless we’d been totally silent for five minutes. If the lamp even flickered we’d have to start again. We lost many a recess thanks to that lamp. Then one day one of the girls wandered up to the teacher’s desk and elbowed the lamp, knocking it off and smashing it on the floor.
One of my 6th grade teachers used a rock to bang on the desk with to get everyone's attention...it got thrown out the window one day before she got into the classroom 😅😅
I was so pleased to see this story finally read online! It is one of my favorites! The genius of Stephen King! So well narrated by my favorite narrator! ❤ I love the well deserved justice of the ending!
The church I went to when I was younger had very bad lighting in the restrooms too. The only light was by the door and it was very low watt too. It was way brighter when the door was left open. 😂 It was even worse when the bulbs were dead. We would leave the stall door open while someone held regular door open as well. It was so creepy we would wash our hands in the kitchen. I always wondered how the teens handled it when they would shower there while they ran vbs.
@@bigpuff2480 ack! When something is already creepy, putting it in a church or school only makes it 1000x worse. Lol. In uni, i played drums in the orchestra, and i had all my personal gear in a rehearsal space in the church basement (i got my ba at a private Presbyterian college). I set it up as close to how my home space is, even the lighting which i keep low. If it was empty and i was down there late, i could feel the minute the sun went down. The creep factor ramped up instantly
Amazing that this was written when Stephen King was a *high school* student. Right from the very beginning, he had a knack for horror and how to handle the supernatural. The "Tyger" was, rather like the later Sun Dog, not of this Earth. But why it was there, what its nature was, and why only Charles seemed to be able to see it was not explained. It didn't need to be. Young Stephen King knew even at this early age how to Show, not Tell. Charles just knew that whatever went in there *was not coming out.* He survived. The others simply disappeared. No screams. No mauled corpses. Only a scrap of cloth... and the smell of blood. And a tiger that just looked *hungrier* after devouring a victim. The dichromatric eyes on the Tyger were a nice touch; they emphasized that what you were looking at wasn't an ordinary tiger; ordinary tigers have amber to yellow eyes. White tigers have ice-blue eyes (due to being melanistic). This thing had *green* eyes - eyes no living tiger ever had. And that was the only clue that whatever it was, it was not natural. Subtle, but very effective.
@@johnw8578It would work better as a Creepshow episode. There isn't that much to the story though I imagine if they adapted it, the last scene would be the warning printout... and the sound of an all too familiar snarl right outside their door.
My worst teacher was Mrs. Ottoman. I know I wasn't the best student in class but I didn't know what I did to tick this woman off so badly. It turned she didn't like me because I wasn't in a local cheerleader group she ran.
My worst teacher was my favorite teacher up until senior year. It was my ceramics teacher Mr. Davids and he out of the blue one day stopped me at the end of class and told he didnt understand why i didnt just hurry up and unalive myself. That i should do the community a favor and do it before i fuck up anyone else's life since i clearly was never going to do anything with mine. I was speechless I had struggled with depression and self harm thoughts due to some things going on in my personal life. I cant believe he saw a struggling teenager and thought encouraging sewer slide was the best course of action.
I have always loved this one. I was a kid when I started reading Stephen King, and I identified the bathroom at my own school, where this story would take place in the real world. This story isn't exactly wish fulfillment, but I felt a type of comfort at the idea that this unexplained tiger was looking out for Charles personally. I'm sure the tiger could be read symbolically (like a manifestation of Charles's own anger), but I don't like that. I like the literal reading that an inexplicable tiger appeared from nowhere to take out a few assholes. That is what kids want. A deus ex machina to swoop in, make the decisions, fix things, clean up the messy crap in life, and then swoop off. Realistically, Charles's horrible teacher and shitass classmate could not ever be fully extracted from his life - their presence could just be managed. The tiger overcame this by wiping them from existence. (btw my malicious teacher was Susan Burke. She was born to torment kids who she regarded as oddballs - and quite noticeably, kids whose families weren't wealthy. She is in real estate now; allegedly she had to leave teaching when she was discovered to be having an affair with a parent.)
My worst teacher was, easily, a shithead named Mr. Thompson. He taught fourth grade social studies, and clearly hated every second of it. He was curt, he always yelled instead of talked, and no one in the entire school ever saw him smile. But what made him truly vile was that he’d single out kids to humiliate in front of the class. He told a kid who’d failed a pop quiz that he’d grow up to be a burden on society. He told a wall-eyed girl she’d never find love even if she WAS a beauty. And me? When he made us turn in our notebooks for him to examine, he said that mine was garbage and threw it in the trash. When I protested, he made me stand in the corridor for the remainder of the class. His torture sessions were the only times my class ever really empathized with each other. When he picked one of us to berate and belittle, none of us mocked them afterwards. We’d look at that classmate with sympathy. He’s probably playing shuffleboard in Florida or some shit by now, and I bet they threw a party when he left.
This is exactly how I imagined the characters would talk in the story ,Stephen King is the best ! My worst teacher was my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs Mason, in 1964 (I was 7 y/o), she never noticed that I wore glasses and I couldn't see the chalkboard cuz she sat me at the very end of the row til my Mom practically yelled at her to move me closer ( which she did), some teachers can be so clueless
Mrs. Adkins. First grade. One morning I found my dog, Spot's poor little body, after he had been hit by a car. I was on my way to school, naturally, I was heartbroken. As I sat at my desk that morning, crying and sad, Mrs. Adkins came over, and YELLED at me, bc I was upset. She didn't care why, only that I shut up. She was a horrid old lady who should have retired decades before I ever got to her room. Over 40 years later and I still can't believe how cruel she was.
Great story, so many good ‘ens from Skeleton Crew. My worst teacher was my Welsh teacher in high school, he threw rulers at us, pencil sharpeners, grabbed me and threw me on the ground once, Psycho Price we used to call him. Would love to see you work your magic with Crouch End from Nightmares & Dreamscapes, love that tale! Happy New Year ❤
My worse teacher was my final english teacher. Just didn't seem to like me and called me common. Could have been worse, but something I've never forgotten! I'm not common, I'm unique!
Ah, King's arguable children's story. It's hard for me to believe that the simple act of take a crap or piss is something to be ashamed of, at least in the school King attended. "Do you have to go to the *bathroom*?" "No, Ms. Byrd, I'm squirming here because I'm...doing something else. Whaddya think?" Just imagine the faces after that. I guess I was fortunate enough never to have had any horrible teachers. Some better than others, of course.
That wasn't my experience in school, nobody actually cared if you had to pee unless they needed something to bully you about but to take a deuce AT SCHOOL! That was high social treason. I was new to school in 4th grade and took a poop and got bullied about it till middle school. I couldn't even go into a bathroom after that if anyone was in there or they'd scream to run, its the shitter, hurry before she stinks it up, get out while you can breathe, and on and on. I now nigh on 30 years later still have a shy bladder/bowel and cannot even go in my own home if anyone is home. They have to leave that whole side of the house or it can seriously take a half hour to relax enough to pee.
My worst teacher was Mrs. Plyler who taught second grade. She called me lazy and stupid in front of the whole class because I was looking out the window and daydreaming. If she had been the introspective type, she would have realized that daydreaming was my escape from her awful teaching. I would have loved to introduce her to this Tyger! 😈
My worst teacher was my 3rd grade teacher, Miss Conche. She was just mean, I have had some good and bad teachers but she was the worst. I wish I had had a tiger looking out for me in grade school. That would have been great.
Worst teacher was my kindergarten teacher Marilyn Sich at St.Stephens Catholic school. We would take a nap on hard concrete ground every day on just a TOWEL and had to stay completely still the whole time, otherwise we would get in trouble. One time I rolled my playdough wrong and she humiliated me in front of the class telling them “don’t do it like Megan”. The other one would be my 10th grade US history teacher Stephen Papalas at Niles McKinley High School. He would literally pick on girl students only and would make them feel dumb and useless. One day he just randomly yelled at me to “get my head out of space” while watching a PowerPoint presentation. He verbally degraded another one of my female classmates and told the whole class she had a 30% in the class and that she needed to drop to a lower level history class. DISGUSTING!!!!!
My Miss Bird was called Mrs. Stevens. Although she ignored my signals to urinate until the inevitable happened. I was shunned and bullied the rest of my years of elementary school. If only we had Tygers in the basement back then. ;)
Worst teacher of my life was Mr Coasts. My first day of high school, he pointed to the table I sat at and said, "That is the zero table. Everyone at that table will fail." Basic shop class circa fall of 94.
Worst teacher? Mrs Dearmon, Pickering Elementary in Leesville, Louisiana. She was a nasty little creature who enjoyed the old ruler-to-knuckles routine, excessive padding and just general meanness. This was the mid 80s Louisiana and corporal punishment was still legal and accepted. Mrs Dearmon took it to a whole different level. Im almost 50 and still recall that year vividly.
My great aunt was a librarian in Leesville. Sadly, I don't remember if it was at one of the schools or the public library. I'm a few years from 50 as well. Her name was Mrs Jackson.
My worst teacher was a nun (yes it was a parochial school) called Sister Angeline…by people who were being polite, while if you were being honest you’d call her the name that every student who survived her first grade class: Sister Hitler. She was psychotic, hated children: she’d lock kids in closets, hit them with either a yard stick or paddle everywhere, and if that didn’t break you, she’d humiliate the student in front of the rest of the class. We all ended up with small cases of PTSD after leaving that grade.
My worst teacher was Mrs. Sampson in 3rd grade. Looking back I wonder if she hated kids or just teaching? Once I realized the boy was safe I wasn’t scared of the tiger anymore & I wished my school had a tiger in the bathroom.
My freshman English teacher said I was not at a freshman reading level (I have dyslexia) and would humiliate me by making me read passages out loud for the class. I almost failed her class bc of how harsh she treated me. She was my only English teacher to ever treat me this way, all my other English teachers found me to be quite gifted. Anyways now I work in advertising and my writing is attached to NBA and Broadway ads. Wish I could show her now☺️✋
I think I got off easy. I really had excellent teachers. My worst was Mr. olesceski, 7th and 9th grade history/civics. He was a nice person, but old. In fact my 9th grade year was his last. He had simply stopped caring, and it was felt in the atmosphere of the classroom. Total anarchy. But he wasn’t a bad guy. The sad part is that I’m told he was a very effective teacher in his younger years.
My worst teacher was Mrs. Dicks. She was my 9th grade Algebra teacher. Although it was 1991, she still used a ruler to smack your hand if you were acting up. I wasn't exactly an actor upper, but things did make me laugh often, and my knuckles paid the price. In tenth grade I failed Algebra 2 and had to go to summer school for it. Guess who taught that? 😅 Fun fact: tigers are my favorite animals, if my user pic didn't give that away.
I never took a tiger to school but when Forsyth the physics teacher spotted my white mouse running back and forth across the top of my desk he went mental and belted me with a board ruler which broke in two. For a momemt I thought he was going to cry.
I can't remember her name, just that she told the class to stop bullying me because I was "too weak to handle it" and helped cover up them physical assualting me.
My fifth grade teacher Mrs.**combination of two primary colors** she was straight mean to children. I never could figure out why she was even a teacher. We later found out she was passed around the district to a lot of different schools.
Thankfully I had thpughtful and excellant teachers in the Public Schools of New York City. Im wondering just how early this story was written. I always loved Mr. Kings and have read most of them. Im not familiar with this one. Was it the first one he ever published?
I liked this story as a teenager and thought it was funny. Oh I would have laughed my arse off if this happened to the teacher I hated. Mrs Bates, and we ALL did the "wheres her son Norman" joke behind her back, even some of the teachers! The tiger wouldve choked on the nasty old bag.
Mrs Redl 5th grade. She was horribly racist and singled me out any chance she got. She would humiliate me. She screamed at me. She dumped my desk on the floor during class. She was cruel and wicked. I wish I could see her again. I have a few words
I normally tear up people who use AI generated images but it's completely fitting here.... thanks for the great stories again... AI lacks the ability to convey humanity. i doubt something that does as poorly as image generation (actual artisits can produce actual real life life images billions of times better than any AI ever will). this is why i'm sure AI will never be a thing. humanity will never evolve to produce an actual AI. It will never be anything more than a list processor. I can be quoted on that.
My OCD is kicking in every time he says basement. Why does he say basement instead of bathroom? Is this kid "special"? And why is there a tiger in the bathroom? Why isn't this kid surprised to see a tiger in the bathroom? And why is this old bat insistent on embarrassing children over a biological function that no one, let alone a child, has any real control of? So many questions. This is gonna bug me for the rest of the day.
I really like your channel and videos but what’s the point of the story? It’s not scary. There’s no point, message or meaning. Nothing is explained. Also it was confusing. Don’t go into the basement because of the boilers but the bathroom was in the basement? Where’d the tiger come from? Was it a real tiger? Did it eat the kid whole? Why was the kid to unaffected? Dumb story
LOL, it's a weird little story... I'm not sure about the thematic point... but it does show King's early development as a writer who has a knack for creating bizarre (and often nightmarish) situations.
I love the stories where there are no reasons why things happen. It's like a snapshot of something utterly unexplainable.
If you've never read "The Collection" by Bentley Little, you may want to give it a go. Many of his stories have that exact factor.
Bently Little has some truly messed up stuff in his work.@@fullonsociopath
Yep , a tiger 🐅 in a school bathroom 🚽 and eats a teacher 😅
Well done, man! I forgot about this little gem.
My first grade teacher would hit the knuckles on my left hand with a thick wooden ruler. She specifically hit my left hand because I was right handed and therefore could still do my homework. It became so bad and my knuckles were so red and bloody that my mom had to come in and have a shouting match with her. She stopped after that. By the way, this was in 1984 in Chicago.
Stephen sure does love using bathrooms as settings for horror (this story, The Moving Finger, Sneakers, The Night Flier, scenes in It)
This has become one of my favorite channels due to famous “actors” images used in the stories, the comprehensive background given for each tale being told, and the stories being brought into light that we may not have heard of before. Looking forward to the next installment!
Good evening all. Lets sit back and listen to the legend. 😊
My worst teacher was Ms. Faye Lacey. She was hateful and cruel, told me i was stupid in front of the entire 4th grade class because my handwriting (with a full arm cast) was terrible. Gee sorry i broke my arm and inconvienced you.
She sounds like a horrible teacher.
@@haymaker710 still have nightmares and scars where shed grab my shoulder and dig her nails in. But i showed her, a masters and a phd, advanced emt for volunteer fire department, and most importantly as to how i really kicked her teeth in? I'm schizophrenic so achieved it while HER voice told me to off myself or just stop now because i was too stupid. So theres that
I had a teacher who publicly told my friend Paige and me, that we had the worst and second worst handwriting in the entire school. And that it was basically because we were shit kids. Teachers and handwriting, sigh.
@@thedacardea416right? Your handwriting is awful....youre gonna be a serial killer... ya? Tell that to my uncle, the lawyer or my mum, the doctor...their writing looks like someone vomited alphabet soup on an arabic kids homework.
I also had an awful 4th grade teacher. Ms. Flood. Just a horrible bully.
I was born in 1949, shortly after the end of WWII. I had my worst teacher in second grade. Her name was Miss Fir and I learned later that she had been an inmate in a German concentration camp. She was very short-tempered and one day we students were cleaning our desks as a class project. One other classmate and I were making a silly noise that we had heard in a cartoon and after a short time of that we heard Miss Fir shout, "WHO'S MAKING THAT NOISE!!?" Thirty fingers pointed at me and Miss Fir stormed over to me, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the front of the classroom where she threw me to the floor. She then told the class, "Well, go ahead and laugh at him!"
That was the event that prompted the school principal to remove me from the class and have me put back in the first grade for my protection.
I'd be amazed if she was still aloud to teach after that. Hopefully you weren't too badly hurt after that.
She must have been psychologically damaged from her wartime experience.
@@sonyavincent7450 That seems like it was obviously the implied point. If she was damaged to the point of sadism, though, she should not have been a teacher.
@@MsSharkDemon She was never seen again (at least not at that school), and I was hurt "only" emotionally.
@@sonyavincent7450 Maybe so, but the problem with horrible people is that every last one of them thinks they have a good excuse for their bad behavior.
I'm a big fan of an adage I picked up years ago - Your issues aren't a license to be an a**hole.
Somebody who'd spent time living in fear of authority figures hurting her and being completely unable to defend herself had even less of an excuse for behaving this way than someone who hadn't.
Only one worst tescher? Had a few. Grade 3 teacher used to have a sound activated lamp on his desk and wouldn’t let us out for our fifteen minute recess unless we’d been totally silent for five minutes. If the lamp even flickered we’d have to start again. We lost many a recess thanks to that lamp. Then one day one of the girls wandered up to the teacher’s desk and elbowed the lamp, knocking it off and smashing it on the floor.
One of my 6th grade teachers used a rock to bang on the desk with to get everyone's attention...it got thrown out the window one day before she got into the classroom 😅😅
I was so pleased to see this story finally read online! It is one of my favorites! The genius of Stephen King! So well narrated by my favorite narrator! ❤ I love the well deserved justice of the ending!
Yay! I love waking up to your episodes. Thank you my favorite constant narrator! ❤
The teacher in this story reminds me of the one in “Suffer the Little Children”
Exactly what I was thinking!
Only in that one the teacher is portrayed as the victim. *Role-reversal*!
Wrong author. But side note: Have you ever wondered what John Saul has against kids?
After reading this, I was always just a wee bit scared going to the bathroom in high school if I was alone.
Me too, but mostly because our bathroom had no lights, just semi frosted windows
The church I went to when I was younger had very bad lighting in the restrooms too. The only light was by the door and it was very low watt too. It was way brighter when the door was left open. 😂 It was even worse when the bulbs were dead. We would leave the stall door open while someone held regular door open as well. It was so creepy we would wash our hands in the kitchen. I always wondered how the teens handled it when they would shower there while they ran vbs.
@@bigpuff2480 ack! When something is already creepy, putting it in a church or school only makes it 1000x worse. Lol. In uni, i played drums in the orchestra, and i had all my personal gear in a rehearsal space in the church basement (i got my ba at a private Presbyterian college). I set it up as close to how my home space is, even the lighting which i keep low. If it was empty and i was down there late, i could feel the minute the sun went down. The creep factor ramped up instantly
@@GredelsRage the church was a Presbyterian church! Is kind of funny how small the world is.
@@bigpuff2480 was it an older one? Ours was built in like 1845 ish. Which im sure added to it too
Amazing that this was written when Stephen King was a *high school* student. Right from the very beginning, he had a knack for horror and how to handle the supernatural. The "Tyger" was, rather like the later Sun Dog, not of this Earth. But why it was there, what its nature was, and why only Charles seemed to be able to see it was not explained. It didn't need to be. Young Stephen King knew even at this early age how to Show, not Tell. Charles just knew that whatever went in there *was not coming out.* He survived. The others simply disappeared. No screams. No mauled corpses. Only a scrap of cloth... and the smell of blood. And a tiger that just looked *hungrier* after devouring a victim.
The dichromatric eyes on the Tyger were a nice touch; they emphasized that what you were looking at wasn't an ordinary tiger; ordinary tigers have amber to yellow eyes. White tigers have ice-blue eyes (due to being melanistic). This thing had *green* eyes - eyes no living tiger ever had. And that was the only clue that whatever it was, it was not natural. Subtle, but very effective.
I have been waiting forever for a movie adaptation of SUN DOG.
@@johnw8578It would work better as a Creepshow episode. There isn't that much to the story though I imagine if they adapted it, the last scene would be the warning printout... and the sound of an all too familiar snarl right outside their door.
@@crispindry2815 I'll take that as a complement. I'm a published writer myself, though not exactly in Stephen King's league. 🤣
My worst teacher was Mrs. Ottoman. I know I wasn't the best student in class but I didn't know what I did to tick this woman off so badly. It turned she didn't like me because I wasn't in a local cheerleader group she ran.
Funny, because I’ve had some horrible teachers. But disturbing, too. The best mix!
My worst teacher was my favorite teacher up until senior year. It was my ceramics teacher Mr. Davids and he out of the blue one day stopped me at the end of class and told he didnt understand why i didnt just hurry up and unalive myself. That i should do the community a favor and do it before i fuck up anyone else's life since i clearly was never going to do anything with mine. I was speechless
I had struggled with depression and self harm thoughts due to some things going on in my personal life. I cant believe he saw a struggling teenager and thought encouraging sewer slide was the best course of action.
Yikes! That's awful! I hope that jerk isn't around kids anymore!
Nice to see a story with a happy ending.
Annnnnnd spoiled.
Guess I won't be listening to this. Thanks.
@@mostawesomecomment6553 You're welcome!
I have always loved this one. I was a kid when I started reading Stephen King, and I identified the bathroom at my own school, where this story would take place in the real world. This story isn't exactly wish fulfillment, but I felt a type of comfort at the idea that this unexplained tiger was looking out for Charles personally.
I'm sure the tiger could be read symbolically (like a manifestation of Charles's own anger), but I don't like that. I like the literal reading that an inexplicable tiger appeared from nowhere to take out a few assholes. That is what kids want. A deus ex machina to swoop in, make the decisions, fix things, clean up the messy crap in life, and then swoop off. Realistically, Charles's horrible teacher and shitass classmate could not ever be fully extracted from his life - their presence could just be managed. The tiger overcame this by wiping them from existence.
(btw my malicious teacher was Susan Burke. She was born to torment kids who she regarded as oddballs - and quite noticeably, kids whose families weren't wealthy. She is in real estate now; allegedly she had to leave teaching when she was discovered to be having an affair with a parent.)
I love this story, the end is so real to me.
My worst teacher was, easily, a shithead named Mr. Thompson. He taught fourth grade social studies, and clearly hated every second of it. He was curt, he always yelled instead of talked, and no one in the entire school ever saw him smile. But what made him truly vile was that he’d single out kids to humiliate in front of the class. He told a kid who’d failed a pop quiz that he’d grow up to be a burden on society. He told a wall-eyed girl she’d never find love even if she WAS a beauty. And me? When he made us turn in our notebooks for him to examine, he said that mine was garbage and threw it in the trash. When I protested, he made me stand in the corridor for the remainder of the class. His torture sessions were the only times my class ever really empathized with each other. When he picked one of us to berate and belittle, none of us mocked them afterwards. We’d look at that classmate with sympathy. He’s probably playing shuffleboard in Florida or some shit by now, and I bet they threw a party when he left.
This is my favorite of King's short stories, it alone made me a fan of his work.
Thanks
This is exactly how I imagined the characters would talk in the story ,Stephen King is the best ! My worst teacher was my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs Mason, in 1964 (I was 7 y/o), she never noticed that I wore glasses and I couldn't see the chalkboard cuz she sat me at the very end of the row til my Mom practically yelled at her to move me closer ( which she did), some teachers can be so clueless
Mrs. Adkins. First grade. One morning I found my dog, Spot's poor little body, after he had been hit by a car. I was on my way to school, naturally, I was heartbroken. As I sat at my desk that morning, crying and sad, Mrs. Adkins came over, and YELLED at me, bc I was upset. She didn't care why, only that I shut up. She was a horrid old lady who should have retired decades before I ever got to her room. Over 40 years later and I still can't believe how cruel she was.
I personally think he did something. We need a follow up story from king!
Great story, so many good ‘ens from Skeleton Crew. My worst teacher was my Welsh teacher in high school, he threw rulers at us, pencil sharpeners, grabbed me and threw me on the ground once, Psycho Price we used to call him.
Would love to see you work your magic with Crouch End from Nightmares & Dreamscapes, love that tale!
Happy New Year ❤
My worse teacher was my final english teacher. Just didn't seem to like me and called me common. Could have been worse, but something I've never forgotten! I'm not common, I'm unique!
Ah, King's arguable children's story.
It's hard for me to believe that the simple act of take a crap or piss is something to be ashamed of, at least in the school King attended.
"Do you have to go to the *bathroom*?"
"No, Ms. Byrd, I'm squirming here because I'm...doing something else. Whaddya think?"
Just imagine the faces after that.
I guess I was fortunate enough never to have had any horrible teachers. Some better than others, of course.
That wasn't my experience in school, nobody actually cared if you had to pee unless they needed something to bully you about but to take a deuce AT SCHOOL! That was high social treason. I was new to school in 4th grade and took a poop and got bullied about it till middle school. I couldn't even go into a bathroom after that if anyone was in there or they'd scream to run, its the shitter, hurry before she stinks it up, get out while you can breathe, and on and on. I now nigh on 30 years later still have a shy bladder/bowel and cannot even go in my own home if anyone is home. They have to leave that whole side of the house or it can seriously take a half hour to relax enough to pee.
My worst teacher was Mrs. Plyler who taught second grade. She called me lazy and stupid in front of the whole class because I was looking out the window and daydreaming. If she had been the introspective type, she would have realized that daydreaming was my escape from her awful teaching. I would have loved to introduce her to this Tyger! 😈
Mr. B. from my high school Physics class was the worst one, and I wish we had this animal around for him...
Yeah, it's funny...😐
My worst teacher was my 3rd grade teacher, Miss Conche. She was just mean, I have had some good and bad teachers but she was the worst. I wish I had had a tiger looking out for me in grade school. That would have been great.
Worst teacher was my kindergarten teacher Marilyn Sich at St.Stephens Catholic school. We would take a nap on hard concrete ground every day on just a TOWEL and had to stay completely still the whole time, otherwise we would get in trouble. One time I rolled my playdough wrong and she humiliated me in front of the class telling them “don’t do it like Megan”.
The other one would be my 10th grade US history teacher Stephen Papalas at Niles McKinley High School. He would literally pick on girl students only and would make them feel dumb and useless. One day he just randomly yelled at me to “get my head out of space” while watching a PowerPoint presentation. He verbally degraded another one of my female classmates and told the whole class she had a 30% in the class and that she needed to drop to a lower level history class. DISGUSTING!!!!!
My Miss Bird was called Mrs. Stevens. Although she ignored my signals to urinate until the inevitable happened. I was shunned and bullied the rest of my years of elementary school. If only we had Tygers in the basement back then. ;)
Worst teacher of my life was Mr Coasts. My first day of high school, he pointed to the table I sat at and said, "That is the zero table. Everyone at that table will fail." Basic shop class circa fall of 94.
If a tiger had eaten any of my old teachers… I would get over it. You know how kids are. :-)
LOL!
Worst teacher? Mrs Dearmon, Pickering Elementary in Leesville, Louisiana. She was a nasty little creature who enjoyed the old ruler-to-knuckles routine, excessive padding and just general meanness. This was the mid 80s Louisiana and corporal punishment was still legal and accepted. Mrs Dearmon took it to a whole different level. Im almost 50 and still recall that year vividly.
My great aunt was a librarian in Leesville. Sadly, I don't remember if it was at one of the schools or the public library. I'm a few years from 50 as well. Her name was Mrs Jackson.
My worst teacher was a nun (yes it was a parochial school) called Sister Angeline…by people who were being polite, while if you were being honest you’d call her the name that every student who survived her first grade class: Sister Hitler. She was psychotic, hated children: she’d lock kids in closets, hit them with either a yard stick or paddle everywhere, and if that didn’t break you, she’d humiliate the student in front of the rest of the class. We all ended up with small cases of PTSD after leaving that grade.
I had several sadistic teachers. I wish there had been tigers in the girl's room at Lemon Road Elementary in the 1960s.
My worst teacher was Mrs. Sampson in 3rd grade. Looking back I wonder if she hated kids or just teaching?
Once I realized the boy was safe I wasn’t scared of the tiger anymore & I wished my school had a tiger in the bathroom.
My freshman English teacher said I was not at a freshman reading level (I have dyslexia) and would humiliate me by making me read passages out loud for the class. I almost failed her class bc of how harsh she treated me. She was my only English teacher to ever treat me this way, all my other English teachers found me to be quite gifted. Anyways now I work in advertising and my writing is attached to NBA and Broadway ads. Wish I could show her now☺️✋
I think I got off easy. I really had excellent teachers. My worst was Mr. olesceski, 7th and 9th grade history/civics. He was a nice person, but old. In fact my 9th grade year was his last. He had simply stopped caring, and it was felt in the atmosphere of the classroom. Total anarchy. But he wasn’t a bad guy. The sad part is that I’m told he was a very effective teacher in his younger years.
My worst teacher was Mrs. Dicks. She was my 9th grade Algebra teacher. Although it was 1991, she still used a ruler to smack your hand if you were acting up. I wasn't exactly an actor upper, but things did make me laugh often, and my knuckles paid the price. In tenth grade I failed Algebra 2 and had to go to summer school for it. Guess who taught that? 😅
Fun fact: tigers are my favorite animals, if my user pic didn't give that away.
I never took a tiger to school but when Forsyth the physics teacher spotted my white mouse running back and forth across the top of my desk he went mental and belted me with a board ruler which broke in two. For a momemt I thought he was going to cry.
I can't remember her name, just that she told the class to stop bullying me because I was "too weak to handle it" and helped cover up them physical assualting me.
My fifth grade teacher Mrs.**combination of two primary colors** she was straight mean to children. I never could figure out why she was even a teacher. We later found out she was passed around the district to a lot of different schools.
Thankfully I had thpughtful and excellant teachers in the Public Schools of New York City. Im wondering just how early this story was written. I always loved Mr. Kings and have read most of them. Im not familiar with this one. Was it the first one he ever published?
According to Wikipedia, it was first published in 1968 (and then collected in Skeleton Crew).
Lemme call Kiryu,he'll get it out of there
How do you join your channel? I’m not seeing an option to do so.
I liked this story as a teenager and thought it was funny.
Oh I would have laughed my arse off if this happened to the teacher I hated.
Mrs Bates, and we ALL did the "wheres her son Norman" joke behind her back, even some of the teachers!
The tiger wouldve choked on the nasty old bag.
Mrs Redl 5th grade. She was horribly racist and singled me out any chance she got. She would humiliate me. She screamed at me. She dumped my desk on the floor during class. She was cruel and wicked. I wish I could see her again. I have a few words
Why did you change bathroom to basement?
I never had any bad teachers
I normally tear up people who use AI generated images but it's completely fitting here.... thanks for the great stories again... AI lacks the ability to convey humanity. i doubt something that does as poorly as image generation (actual artisits can produce actual real life life images billions of times better than any AI ever will). this is why i'm sure AI will never be a thing. humanity will never evolve to produce an actual AI. It will never be anything more than a list processor. I can be quoted on that.
Why? Nobody cared when all the other jobs were automated or sent overseas, why is farther sniffing art creators and writers somehow exempt?
Mrs renals in 9th grade. She was immature and racist and I always felt looked down on in her clasd
My OCD is kicking in every time he says basement. Why does he say basement instead of bathroom? Is this kid "special"? And why is there a tiger in the bathroom? Why isn't this kid surprised to see a tiger in the bathroom? And why is this old bat insistent on embarrassing children over a biological function that no one, let alone a child, has any real control of? So many questions. This is gonna bug me for the rest of the day.
I love all of your questions... and I even love how maddening unanswered questions can be!
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Dude, I’m pretty sure that Ray Bradberry made this book not Stephen King
What is it with Stephen king and urination? He always writes about it
This video is bearable at 2x speed
I really like your channel and videos but what’s the point of the story? It’s not scary. There’s no point, message or meaning. Nothing is explained. Also it was confusing. Don’t go into the basement because of the boilers but the bathroom was in the basement? Where’d the tiger come from? Was it a real tiger? Did it eat the kid whole? Why was the kid to unaffected? Dumb story
LOL, it's a weird little story... I'm not sure about the thematic point... but it does show King's early development as a writer who has a knack for creating bizarre (and often nightmarish) situations.