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gettinganF Severn, United States

Today, while in class, my friend would not stop annoying me by tapping me on the shoulder every so often. After the fifth time, I lost my patience, told him to F off, and slapped his hand. Only it wasn't my friend tapping my shoulder this time, it was my teacher. FML

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Your teacher has bad timing.

Just explain the situation and you should be fine.

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Your teacher has bad timing.

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And that is why you look before you cuss.

what the *looks around* ****! Who actually does that

Just explain the situation and you should be fine.

"Should" some teachers aren't as forgiving.

Lmao... I'm sure the teacher thought you just got up on the wrong side of the bed today....

Just do your best Ralph Wiggum impression and you'll be fine.

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That's a bit of an overreaction. But seeing as you "exploded" at your principal in the first place, I suppose it's your MO.

Getting angry isn't usually the best way of getting someone to stop annoying you as most of the time they are looking for a reaction, you gotta do some dead pan cold hearted remark like "if you touch me again i will cut off your fingers"

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If you can't handle a tap on the shoulder or something similar every now and then, that's pretty extreme, and you should probably talk to a therapist to figure out why. I'm not saying that you have to start loving hugs or letting people play with your hair.

Saw an FML like this before only instead of slapping the hand, it was an elbow to the stomach, and the teacher was the principal

This all reminds me: When I was younger I accidentally dropped my jacket in the staircase area where it flew down two flights of stairs and landed on the assistant principals head (who I was terrified of.) I remember trying to causally walk by and acting like I had no idea who dropped the jacket when she was screaming. Wow. Fifth grade was tough.