Our Physics teacher
was the usual physics teacher stereotype. She was old, mean, dejected, monotone and deadpan.

However there was one quirk of always using her husband as an imaginative tool in her examples. She would be reciting equations and numbers for a few hours then suddenly throw in this curve ball of an example.

For instance, one I remember (most of the actual physics has long gone) was her describing terminal velocity.

"If I dragged my bastard husband to the top of the empire states building and hurled him off, it would take him X seconds to reach terminal velocity. With X being Y and yadda yadda he would go splat on the ground after 15 seconds."

Or there was the discussion of how long you could survive in a vaccum.

"If I threw my bastard husband out of the international space station, if some bugger let him in within two minutes then there is a good chance he'd survive. If I let him in just in the nick of time then he would have suffered irreversible brain damage - but I'd still have to look after him. So for best results - two minutes or more should do the trick."

She was a mean bitch who kept giving me detentions for nothing, but how could I not love someone as jaded as Mrs Baxter of Form 2C. You're probably dead but gawd bless her.
(MrTeapot hasn't played with himself since, Sun 20 Mar 2011, 11:00, Reply)