Which teacher did you hate most at school?
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DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
Mr Khalique. In retrospect he was a fucking good teacher tho. Scared me into a good history grade.
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
Balbi said:Hah. Northampton School For Boys by any chance?
Got it one mate
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
He came down from some really harsh inner-city manchester school.........so he knew how to scare the shit out ofme
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
Yeah how fucking mental was Raybald?
Louloubelle
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Balbi said:
This reminds me of one of my favourite teachers, Mr Shewan (sp?) who was absolutely terrifying and quite possibly a violent psychopath.
I had a crush on him and used to sit right at the front next to his desk. He used to say things like "yeeew ave gort ther muurst beryoootiful heear that ah ave evah seeahn" and I had to say "thank you Sir" because if he paid you a complement and you didn't say thank you he would throw a large wooden blackboard rubber at you.
His class was the only class in that school where everyone stayed quiet and worked hard because if you talked or misbehaved he would violently assault you.
I remember his rant about the native Americans. He would say stuff like "Who really discovered America?" and woe betide anyone who said "columbus" as he would go into a long and passionate rant about the genocide of the native Americans. "Yes, the Native Americans were there first! America is their country! And what does that make the so called Americans?" he would say, and then we all had to say "Thieves Sir" and we had to say it really loud of he would make us say it again only louder until we were all shouting "Thieves!" at the top of our lungs.
My Shewan was the first in a long line of empasioned violent psychopaths wot I fell in love with.
Looking back he would probably get fired for behaving like he did today, his behaviour was innapropriate on so many levels (although I agree 100% about the native americans) but people worked hard in his clases and generally got really good marks.
Mrs Magpie
On a bit of break...
My husband, who was considered the most promising language student in his county, & wanted to work as an interpreter, applied to a 'good university'. He applied to Heriot-Watt as they were the only University doing the degree that was best for his eventual career plans. They had no problem with his language skills A level results etc and he did well at interview but they point-blank refused to take him because he's blind (and gave this as the sole reason)....so he went to Ealing Tech instead (the only other place in the country at that time doing the same degree course) and was really glad he did. In our house if we hear Heriot-Watt mentioned we boo & hiss loudly and cheer if we hear they've done badly on University Challenge.Kenny Vermouth said:
I never hated any of my teachers.
There was this one newly arrived PE teacher who thought he was the dog's - stroy of being an ex-para and all that
Didn't like me cos I was going through a stage of not caring too much about PE - though he didn't know I could actually play...
Nut-megged him on the edge of the box and rattled in a strike off the underside of the bar. Sweet
There was this one newly arrived PE teacher who thought he was the dog's - stroy of being an ex-para and all that
Didn't like me cos I was going through a stage of not caring too much about PE - though he didn't know I could actually play...
Nut-megged him on the edge of the box and rattled in a strike off the underside of the bar. Sweet
BrixiSteve
Reluctant Human
Miss Wood. French teacher. Falklands War was on at the time and she said it was a shame I wasn't there being shot at. Just because I was shit at french and had a laughing fit when she asked me to count to 30. Didn't think anything of it at the time but it always stuck in my mind and a few years later it struck me how out of order she was. I really hope to bump into her oneday when I visit home just so I can remind her of how unsuitable she was to be around kids. Also, I'd like to let her know how much of a bitch whore I think she is.
Bonfirelight
Crocodile
eccentric teachers are the best
I remember a science teacher called mr jones who lost it with a kid called Alan, and swung for him with a retort stand.
I suppose we'll never know if he meant to hit him or not, but Alan wasn't sticking around to find out and walked out of school with mr jones yelling at him down the road.
Mr Palmer on the other hand was an utter cunt.
PE teacher. Ginger. angry face. angry man.
Memories of him bashing two kids heads together because they dropped their basketball when he was speaking, and when he laid into the 'good' PE teacher infront of everyone for being unfit.
My own personal memory of the cunt was when he bollocked me for talking during an indoor cricket match, and then stood infront of me bouncing a tennis ball quickly off the wall behind me, challenging me to catch it as it flew by me each time.
I remember a science teacher called mr jones who lost it with a kid called Alan, and swung for him with a retort stand.
I suppose we'll never know if he meant to hit him or not, but Alan wasn't sticking around to find out and walked out of school with mr jones yelling at him down the road.
Mr Palmer on the other hand was an utter cunt.
PE teacher. Ginger. angry face. angry man.
Memories of him bashing two kids heads together because they dropped their basketball when he was speaking, and when he laid into the 'good' PE teacher infront of everyone for being unfit.
My own personal memory of the cunt was when he bollocked me for talking during an indoor cricket match, and then stood infront of me bouncing a tennis ball quickly off the wall behind me, challenging me to catch it as it flew by me each time.
ViolentPanda
Hardly getting over it.
max_freakout said:
What's the relevance of the bit I've bolded?
From where I'm sitting there isn't any, but rather than call you a dickless anti-Semitic sack of leper pus-soaked excrement, I'll let you set out your reasoning.
I'm fair-minded like that.
ViolentPanda
Hardly getting over it.
Hmmm, I notice that your "good university" didn't teach you about vocational degrees.Kenny Vermouth said:
Poor little prejudiced Kenny. So much ignorance packed in such a small mind.
Making tea.
Mrs Magpie
On a bit of break...
Miss Corcoran, Domestic Science....nasty vindictive woman who really singled me out for humiliation to the point that the other pupils asked me what I'd done to make her hate me so much. I have no idea.
However the best revenge is to live well, or in my case, do well...she once called the entire class to observe my cake mix and how dreadful it was and how everyone would laugh at me when my cake emerged from the oven flat, dense and inedible. When it came out of the oven it had risen better than everyone else's and was perfectly domed and utterly delicious...
However the best revenge is to live well, or in my case, do well...she once called the entire class to observe my cake mix and how dreadful it was and how everyone would laugh at me when my cake emerged from the oven flat, dense and inedible. When it came out of the oven it had risen better than everyone else's and was perfectly domed and utterly delicious...
Maybe the one who made me stand up in front of the class so he could insult me and tell me he loathed me etc when I was 11.
Or when I was 9 the one who screamed at me, called me a liar and made me do lines ("I must not lie") + wrote a note to my mum because she thought I was making up the name of the area I lived in (I wasn't, she just hadn't heard of it). She didn't apologise for what she did.
Or my dickhead French teacher who was so rude and nasty, racist to some kids and a total bully.
Oh and there was Mr Williams, our drunk biology teacher who couldn't teach us properly, lost coursework, couldn't even write in a straight line on the board, accidently turned the gas on in one of the lab rooms and we had to scream at him to for ages to switch it off.
We got so exasperated about Mr Williams' obvious alcoholism that we would sometimes go to the headmistress' office during class by pretending to go to the loo or the infirmary. That stupid fuckwit was another person I hated, she actually told us off for complaining!
she also wouldn't let me wear my labret piercing, although other people in the school were allowed
Fucking hated that school, can't believe I was there for 12 years...
Or when I was 9 the one who screamed at me, called me a liar and made me do lines ("I must not lie") + wrote a note to my mum because she thought I was making up the name of the area I lived in (I wasn't, she just hadn't heard of it). She didn't apologise for what she did.
Or my dickhead French teacher who was so rude and nasty, racist to some kids and a total bully.
Oh and there was Mr Williams, our drunk biology teacher who couldn't teach us properly, lost coursework, couldn't even write in a straight line on the board, accidently turned the gas on in one of the lab rooms and we had to scream at him to for ages to switch it off.
We got so exasperated about Mr Williams' obvious alcoholism that we would sometimes go to the headmistress' office during class by pretending to go to the loo or the infirmary. That stupid fuckwit was another person I hated, she actually told us off for complaining!
she also wouldn't let me wear my labret piercing, although other people in the school were allowed
Fucking hated that school, can't believe I was there for 12 years...
ViolentPanda
Hardly getting over it.
Balbi said:Good grief, they let jews teach children?
It'll be blacks and people who haven't been to Oxbridge next
Madness!
Terrible, isn't it?
Imagine those swarthy hook-nosed greasy-locked blood-drinkers (we all have hooked noses, greasy hair and a penchant for juvenile haemaglobin, don'cherknow
) being allowed anywhere near all those sweet and innocent littl'uns. It's a crime! !boozybirdie
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Ms Piquemal was the bitch from hell. I don't think there was a single person in the whole school who liked that woman.
bluestreak
HomosexualityIsStalin’sAtomBombtoDestroyAmerica
some of them are. fortunately these days they weed most of them out in training. now you have to really want to be a teacher to put up with the court. if you're just want to pick on kids, or be a nonce there are much easier ways of doing it.
There was this one French teacher, can't even remember her name now, just that everybody called her the Penguin (really short with funny legs). I absolutely loated her, she'd got it into her head that I was thick because I'm dyspraxic, did her utmost to prevent me from taking the Higher French exam.
Divisive Cotton
Now I just have my toy soldiers
Mr Stallard the PE teacher - Hating PE teachers seems to be a common thing - I don't know what they teach them at training college but it's neither to encourage kids to enjoy exercise or to be civil in any way shape or form
equationgirl
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Mrs Magpie said:
I got my PhD from there. Does not surprise me about the DDA breach stuff. We've been waiting three years for improved disabled access to the library, only for uni management to turn round and say it was too expensive to do, and promptly spend the money on a big fuck off sign at the front of uni.
Used to be a really good uni, then got crap management who've run the place into the ground. Sorry to hear about your husband Mrs M.
bluestreak
HomosexualityIsStalin’sAtomBombtoDestroyAmerica
my worst teacher was the woman who taught me english in the first and second years of secondary schools when she wasn't on sick leave having miscarriages (so it's hard to hate her really, she was probably a real mess), and the assorted short-term replacements for her. as i said on the best teachers thread, between them they managed to turn me from a kid for whom english was his favourite lesson into a kid who spent most of the time looking out the window and doodling.
the books were totally beneath me, i'd read them years ago, or they were so simple that i'd read them in an afternoon and not be impressed at all, i found the pace of lessons really slow and so when tasks were assigned or questions asked i was miles away in my own little world, thus giving the illusion perhaps of stupidity. i think that the final straw, in my own memory anyway, was writing some story about a character from one of this daft books for people who haven't learnt to read properly by age 12... the character was a kid who bullied some other kid and made him do something that killed him, fuck knows what, but our task was to write a short "what happened to him afterwards" story. with my own peculiar take on things, i wrote a story that involved space aliens and explosions and possibly the world ending with a noise like someone blowing a raspberry. it was silly anyway, but i was a child that wrote for pleasure dammit and it seemed to fit. anyhoo, this didn't go down too well and the teacher (i cannae remember her bloody name though, for some reason) wasn't impressed with my flights of fantasy and i was told to do it again, taking it seriously. so i did. with no malice in my heart i wrote a story about a boy, wracked with guilt, who ran away from home to escape being known as the murdering kid, lving on the streets of london, getting stuck in drugs and becoming a rent boy and whatnot. i was dead impressed myself. however teacher wasn't. i was given a bollocking for not taking it seriously again. and i never fucking forgave her either. from that moment on her classes were dead to me. she got the absolute bare minimum that i could do. it was a bloody good thing that a year or two later i got a decent teacher, cos if i'd had to carry on with whatsherchops i doubt i would have got english gcses, then a levels, and a degree in the bloody subject.
it was a valuable lesson actually. as an english teacher one of my failings was probably that i was constantly seeking to engage the disengaged at a cost to the kids who were clearly into it but fuck it, i got poetry and stories out of kids described as troublemakers or lazy so i think i win.
the books were totally beneath me, i'd read them years ago, or they were so simple that i'd read them in an afternoon and not be impressed at all, i found the pace of lessons really slow and so when tasks were assigned or questions asked i was miles away in my own little world, thus giving the illusion perhaps of stupidity. i think that the final straw, in my own memory anyway, was writing some story about a character from one of this daft books for people who haven't learnt to read properly by age 12... the character was a kid who bullied some other kid and made him do something that killed him, fuck knows what, but our task was to write a short "what happened to him afterwards" story. with my own peculiar take on things, i wrote a story that involved space aliens and explosions and possibly the world ending with a noise like someone blowing a raspberry. it was silly anyway, but i was a child that wrote for pleasure dammit and it seemed to fit. anyhoo, this didn't go down too well and the teacher (i cannae remember her bloody name though, for some reason) wasn't impressed with my flights of fantasy and i was told to do it again, taking it seriously. so i did. with no malice in my heart i wrote a story about a boy, wracked with guilt, who ran away from home to escape being known as the murdering kid, lving on the streets of london, getting stuck in drugs and becoming a rent boy and whatnot. i was dead impressed myself. however teacher wasn't. i was given a bollocking for not taking it seriously again. and i never fucking forgave her either. from that moment on her classes were dead to me. she got the absolute bare minimum that i could do. it was a bloody good thing that a year or two later i got a decent teacher, cos if i'd had to carry on with whatsherchops i doubt i would have got english gcses, then a levels, and a degree in the bloody subject.
it was a valuable lesson actually. as an english teacher one of my failings was probably that i was constantly seeking to engage the disengaged at a cost to the kids who were clearly into it but fuck it, i got poetry and stories out of kids described as troublemakers or lazy so i think i win.
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