Ah yes, school...
Our school in the lovely town of Strathaven had a few brilliant/mad teachers to boot.

-The chemistry teacher who liked to tell us how to make bombs and explosions.

-The physics teacher who sneezed like a bomb and kept a battery powered singing kangaroo in his classroom cupboard.

-The dippy english teacher who came in swathed in pink, let us take class outside in the summer under the shade of a tree, and loved exam times because the papers "flipped out" and were pink.

-The calm, quiet LOTR obsessed history teacher who gave the best talks ever before making us work. It once involved him climbing on the desk and lying upside down with his limbs in the air to demonstrate what someone frozen on a lifeboat might look like. Then he crashed a toy boat into a boy's head pretending it was an ice berg to show us what the Titanic looked like sinking.

The top prize has to go to the other history teacher though. He looked like a merry Winston Churchill and kept some very odd classroom rules. If you wanted a ruler, you had to ask for a Kaiser/Queen/King as they were all "rulers". He played music in class, such as 50's songs or Gilbert and Sulivan tapes.

He was the creator of the Ten Minute Rule.

This was where he brought out, from his locked cupboard, a hand bell, a timer shaped like an apple and a sand egg timer. Setting the apple and flipping the timer, he would declare the Ten Minute Rule had began. This was queue for us all to work in absolute silence for ten minutes. If you talked, you got two chances before being given a punishment excercise. After the ten minutes were up, he would ring his little bell and we could chat again.

It was his way of making sure we atleast worked hard for ten minutes of the class.

There were posters though, which he made us make. And a phrase, which he declared... a lot:

Don't be a fool! Support the Ten Minute Rule!

School was ace...
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Mon 3 Nov 2008, 14:51, 3 replies)

I like your story...
...it reminds me of some of the eccentric teachers I had at school.

One was an English teacher who, quite rightly, had a very large vocabulary and was able to use it with great dexterity. School kids when given a chance will 'take the piss a bit' during class - particularly if they think they can get away with it. Invariably, with this English teacher, when anyone took the piss he would say, 'Hutber, I am convulsed with mirth', or 'Mullins-Hibbertson, your inanity puts me in a state of embryonic hysteria'...or somesuch.

Another of my teahcers was in his mid eighties, and taught Latin. He used to tie his dog 'Drucus' (named after the Roman General) to the back of his suitably old Morris minor, during lessons. Finally, one day he forgot to untie Drucus and he arrived home later that afternoon with a ball of meat on the end of a lead hanging from his back bumper.
(VicePresidentOfTheFunk, Mon 3 Nov 2008, 16:08, closed)

oh god no
no no NO! must clean brain, must clean brain...
(Binary Solo loves a bit of algebra, Mon 3 Nov 2008, 17:07, closed)

we had an RS teacher in year 10
who was convinced that he'd been abducted by aliens...and claimed that he found a dead chick foetus in an egg and now refuses to eat eggs...and when we had our tb jabs he drew a giant syringe on the white board and said "jab jab" and menacingly jabbing his board pen at them to anyone who had to leave to have there's
not overly eccentric...just wierd
( Kaydie hasn't been on here in ages, Mon 3 Nov 2008, 18:43, closed)