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Sort of.I once had a student who was absent the day I gave out field trip permission slips, so I gave him his the next day. About ten seconds later, I collected the parent-signed forms from all of the students who got their permission slips the day before. As I checked them in later that day, his was in the pile, “signed” by his mother.He was so used to signing things for her that when he saw everyone else turning their slip in, he forged her signature and put his in the pile, forgetting that I literally just gave it to him.

In Homecoming, after Spider-Man saved his classmates from death at the Washington Monument, the school TV station broadcasted reactions to the event.“Flashing! Sally’s screaming, Flash’s screaming, everybody’s screaming!”“There was purple haze and smoke everywhere, it was whacked out. It was just like a Bon Jovi concert.”The entire scene was like a big joke. From the first student’s crazy accent, to the second’s nonchalant dismissal of the event, it was all meant to alleviate the mood after the tense build-up.In the midst of all that, an interview with Peter’s teacher, Mr. Harrington, was brought to the screen.But unlike the others, this reaction was oddly somber.As you know, we made it out alive, and that’s the important thing. I couldn’t bear to lose another student on a field trip. Not again.Shortly after, the camera zooms in on the teacher’s face. His eyes seem to water, as though he’s fighting back tears.This moment is easily brushed aside. In the film, it was played like a joke, but it’s quite sad when you think about it.As a teacher, you’re tasked with the protection of others’ children. This is amplified when not on school grounds- parents sign consent forms, essentially placing the safety of their young ones in your hands.During that time, the kids become your wards. You are responsible. And should anything happen to them, you’re faced squarely with the pain, heartbreak, and loss felt by the families of the deceased.The above scene means that, potentially, someone in Peter’s class (or a class before his) died on a previous field trip- a kid Mr. Harrington was tasked with taking care of.I can only imagine that such an experience wouldn’t be easy.But that’s not all.Moleed Mire wrote an answer to this question, detailing how, after Thanos snapped away half the universe, this same man’s wife pretended to die. Only for him to discover that she’d left him to be with another man.Mr. Harrington had even held a fake funeral for her. Complete with memorials and family members.Again, it was played as a joke, made into a gimmick.But it was no small thing to bear.To have spent months grieving the loss of his beloved, only to find out that said lover left him for another man, must have been tough.It takes a lot to bear that.Mr. Harrington’s history is definitely one of the darkest things in the MCU, but it’s often brushed aside, because he’s presented as one big joke.I almost feel bad for him.

I began teaching the Gifted classes in our school district in 1985. That year, the Ramses II exhibit was sent from Egypt to tour the United States. This was a one time opportunity to experience the authentic statues, sarcophagi, and other relics of ancient Egypt. The tour was having a showing at the Prime Osborn Convention Center in Jacksonville, which was a beautiful, huge new facility able to hold the great monuments. I created a curriculum using research materials provided by the exhibit, plus a study guide with slides from a very prominent group in Jacksonville. This group was offering a course on Ramses and the exhibit, and was giving excellent resources to anyone who took the course. I took advantage of this opportunity to be better able to present the information to my classes. My school district highly approved my curriculum. Many parents were quite excited about the course and the upcoming field trip to the exhibit.I had an 11 year old girl in my class whose mom had grown up next to my grandparents. These neighbors raised their children very thriftily-meaning their diet consisted of items picked from my grandfather’s garden and handed out from Granny’s freezer. When the little girl was born, I was in college, but I remember her running in and out of my grandparents’s house uninvited, stealing cookies and candy, and even hiding under the beds. I installed deadbolt locks on my grandparents’ doors, which prompted Little Daphne to bang on the doors and yell. Years later, when I took over the Gifted program as Director, I was “lucky” to have Little Daphne placed in my class.This child believed she was free to run around in school from room to room as she wished, disrupting learning by her behavior. This had been a problem since she entered school. After many warnings from other teachers and reviewing her records, I began to doubt her qualification for my program as she demonstrated no interest in the enrichment found in my class. In fact, her class work was in her regular class was often incomplete and sloppily done. I met with the principle, teacher, and guidance counselor about my concerns, requesting support for discipline with the girl. They all assured me that they had exhausted many methods.My next step was to contact her mom with each infraction. I would discuss what Daphne had done, then let Mom know how I would handle this after an initial warning. Her mom was fine with having me deal with her child’s behavior and appreciated my attempt to work with her, but she did not follow up. Mainly, the mother only offered a long string of excuses or the genetic history of her daughter’s behavior-“She gets that from her dad!” There was no dad in the picture, so I had no contact with a father.Time came for students to sign up for our field trip to see Ramses II. The promise of this trip was a great motivation for high interest in our study. I was excited to see how well my students’ knowledge applied to the exhibit. The students signed up, took home permission forms, and returned the forms and their $5 payment. We were able to get reduced admission and pay for the school bus for only $5 each. Students and parent chaperones returned permission forms and payments promptly. I called a few with reminders, who took care of this immediately. But of course not Daphne! Her mom was a nurse and was employed then, but I still contacted her with a reminder several times- offering to help with payment if she would send in the permission form. She said she’d get it to me, but never sent anything.The deadline came to pay and I sent our money in to pay for tour tickets. Admission was limited, so tickets had to purchased in advanced. I let Daphne’s mother know the deadline has passed. I could not get her a ticket, so Daphne would remain with her teacher that day. Of course, the day of the trip, I arrived at this school with the bus to pick up the students and there was Daphne in line. I explained again to her for the 100th time that she had not paid nor returned a permission form. Of course, the girl threw a tantrum, so I had her escorted back to her class.The field trip was a great success. Several parents, our Art teacher, and one principal had chaperoned the trip. The principal told me this was the best organized school trip he had ever attended and was impressed with the students’ interest and knowledge. But all didn’t end well! A parent meeting was soon scheduled by Daphne’s mother. At the meeting with myself, the principal, and guidance counselor, the mom requested to withdraw Daphne from my gifted class because, as she claimed, “I was teaching about Ramses- a heathen!” I took the Bible from the bookshelf and asked her to turn to Exodus. I asked,”Who do you think the pharaoh is who Moses went to?” I then pulled out my materials given to me by my Jacksonville class. I asked her to read the author of the booklet. She read, “Written by Dr. Homer Linsey, Jr., and Reverend Jerry Vines of First Baptist Church, Jacksonville, Fl.”After a long, stunned silence, the mom complained I should have told her the source. I showed her signature on acceptance of my curriculum and reminded her that a copy of our reading had been sent home to her. She kept saying,”I didn’t know!” The principal asked her,”If you didn’t know, why did you say Mrs. Hooper was teaching about heathens?”