My maths teacher
was awesome, I had him for about two years, and during that time I only ever looked forwards to maths. He'd tell us interesting stories about maths in ancient Greece, or even random things just about ancient Greece. He'd also usually give us sweets, especially liquorice, and he tried to have a different kind each time. He sometimes brought in some liquorice sticks covered in chalky white sugar, and his party trick was to place one on the chalk holder on the blackboard, and casually eat what looked like a chalk halfway through the class.

He was no longer a young man by the time he taught my class, but the amount of energy he still had was amazing. He was Scottish, and called all the boys 'Jimmy' and all the girls 'Lassie', and threw chalks at us if he thought we weren't paying enough attention.
My sister always tells the story of the time when a boy in her class brought a skateboard to school - he put it at the back of the classroom, and they were all quietly getting on with their maths excercises when suddenly they heard a rolling noise followed by an almighty THUMP, and turned round to see him on the floor looking sheepish with said skateboard rolling rapidly away from him.

He also had to use a wheelchair for about a month once because he hurt his achilles tendon doing circus tricks, and once took our whole class kayaking down a river in Belgium.

I doubt he reads B3ta, but just in case, Mr Kelly, you are simply awesome.
(SoupMina, Mon 21 Mar 2011, 22:50, 1 reply)

Our maths teacher
all tweed jacket with leather arm patches, used to throw board rubbers , the old heavy wooden type, at people talking in class. One, a bit behind me, caught his attention and - WHAP - got it right in his ear. Only missed me by a fraction of an inch - gave me a new parting, though.
(Spill, Wed 23 Mar 2011, 9:52, closed)