awkward
I really didn't fit in at my school, as is probably the case with many on here. Not that I was smarter than average, just a prime target.

As is to be expected in a modern British school, the disruptive children were given utmost attention, to the point where they got holidays, trips to Alton Towers and so on. The kids with real problems, such as depression, self-harm, bulemia etc were pretty much ignored by the staff, as were most of the best teachers.

Mr Kiddie, for example. Bob Dylan lookalike, taught history. All the kids loved him, and therefore most of the teachers hated him. All apart from Mr Sutherland, his only mate. Made it harder when Sutherland found him hung in his classroom one Monday morning. The one decent teacher in the school was driven to suicide by the other teachers constantly trying to get him suspended, although the others were horrid (yes, the typical PE teacher perving on young girls in showers sort of thing.)

So we subtly got our own back. Most of the people who knew Mr Kiddie well were in my year, and proceeded to drive as many of the teachers who were mean to him to tears, as they had done him. They made him insane, now it was our turn.

As we were second years there wasn't much we could do that was drastic, so we did little things. Got the whole class to sway till the teacher felt seasick, switching keys and so on.

By 5th year we were smarter and more malicious. Successfully made quite a few teachers take early retirement. I think one got sectioned after we stole her shoes, house keys and car keys and deposited them on top of the portakabins. She didn't notice till school was done, apparently she was found in her room weeping. Didn't come back after that.

Some teachers sorted themselves for us. The pervy PE teacher came in pissed, had to be escorted off the premises and was suspended for a year. sadly he's now back and perving on my sister, none too happy about that. The best was one of the geography teachers who'd treated Kiddie like scum, because she was all middle class and he was a hippie who lived in a caravan. She moved schools, and has since been suspended when her phone was stolen, and all her dirty videos of her vag were texted and bluetoothed to every school rector and most of the pupils in Dundee.

Apologies for the rant, and lack of funnies, just needed to show that some teachers are worth a lot more than just what they can teach, and are worth respect in a system where pretty much everyone is against them.

On the plus side, my 4th year maths teacher was amazing. Imagine a jeordie version of Hulk Hogan, who without fail will be wearing tartan trousers and mismatched neon socks, with an insistance that maths without Zky, Judas Priest or Black Sabbath belting out of his homebuilt sound system was not maths at all. Most maths lessons consisted of a bellowed "get ya booooks owt" followed by "ahm off for a bit... if there's a mess when ahm back, it's East 17 for the lot oh yas"
(DonMorte Cake is a made up drug, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 4:24, 7 replies)

Being only kids
you wouldn't realise that disruptive behaviour affects all the teachers, not just the ones who experience it first hand. It sets a bad example to younger kids, who then copy it and cause further disruption, not least to their own education.

It also drags down general staff morale and gives the school a bad name, so that nobody wants to teach there, and you end up with a place where nobody who's actually interested in pupil welfare will work.

Perfect for your drunk/pervy teachers to step into. Your sister is reaping what you've sown. Great work.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 7:23, closed)

are you a perv?
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( Scopey Ethyl ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME!, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 10:12, closed)

I'm not a perv. I'm not good at writing what I'm trying to explain, sorry if this has caused confusion. The only pervs in the post were the PE teacher and the geography teacher.
(DonMorte Cake is a made up drug, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 6:10, closed)

i know
I agree, it wasn't the best approach. As kids we weren't really mature enough to fully understand the knock-on effects of our actions, we were too obsessed with avenging Mr Kiddie. However, the school was already a fairly awful state, and the drunk/pervy teachers were already present while I was attending. It did improve (slightly) in my final year; we got a new rector who paid a lot more attention to the needs of the pupils, both in their education and wellbeing. He brought in teachers who actually knew their subjects and were enthusiastic about helping children. Sadly it hasn't improved as much as would be necessary for a good learning environment. Apologies if I have offended you, or anyone else on the board, especially any teachers.
(DonMorte Cake is a made up drug, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 6:05, closed)

I know this school....
Would this be a certain school that is no-longer and has now merged with another one?
(Ilpadrino, Mon 2 Feb 2009, 10:23, closed)

It still exists. It's moved back to its old building, there was a massive fire in 2001 so we moved to an abandoned school whilst ours was being rebuilt. It was a listed building so it took ages to rebuild as it had to be made from what they could salvage and contemporary materials. I spent 1st year in the original building, and 2nd to 5th in the substitute where most of the events in my post took place. We moved back for 6th year. If you know where I'm talking about you'll probably remember the phrase "like a phoenix from the ashes" which cropped up far too often in local papers and school assemblies.
(DonMorte Cake is a made up drug, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 6:17, closed)

school
I know exactly which school you mean - i was confused with the school the Geography teacher had her phone nicked in. (Great video though! I still have a copy)
(Ilpadrino, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 10:31, closed)