not everyone is nice
When I was but a little Spimf I was a bit of a handful at school - just mischief, nothing really bad. Not like the miniature Albanian hitmen in polyester that seem to infest our schools these days.

As I mentioned below my old man was and remains a bit of a cunt and had a tendency to bully me – however I quickly realised that teachers still had to play by the rules (even in the seventies when we still had the belt in Scotland and a heavy wooden blackboard duster flying at your napper for merely 'chattering' was quite acceptable). So I was inclined to give them a bit of backchat - which by all accounts I was pretty sharp at.

My tendency to challenge authority continued into secondary school. I was also never keen on maths - I didn't see the point in doing something I didn't enjoy - I wanted to go to art college and become a successful graphic designer.

We had a maths teacher who was pretty much my nemesis - I spent a lot of time in the art department, often skipping maths to do so. He told me told art was 'for poofs' and would never earn me a decent living.

One summer there was a school trip to France arranged. I was very excited about this; I was an inner city, working class kid and had never been abroad. We were asked to fill in forms for parental consent and get our deposit money in asap. It was a stretch for my mum to get the cash but she did. I was very excited. The trip was over subscribed so names were picked randomly.

I quickly learned the trip was to be overseen by my evil maths teacher. When he found I was one of the lucky names chosen he told me in front of the entire class there was no way I was coming and struck me off the list.

I was utterly crushed. I had to fight back the tears. The injustice of it and the fact he could do this simply because he didn’t like me lopped off a good chunk of my innocence.

I went onto to Art College and became a successful graphic designer and now earn about 4 times your average maths teachers salary (assuming I can make the calculation) so fuck you Mr Bastard Williams.
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 15:03, 10 replies)

You show him Spimfy.
He's probably been shot or stabbed by now by one of todays gangsta schoolkids.
( girlinthehole, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 15:32, closed)

i take no satisfaction from the fact he was also in a wheelchair
none at all
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 15:37, closed)

hi
This isn't Mr Williams in Glenifer or Stanely Green High School in Paisley is it?
(scotsbloke, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 15:37, closed)

^
wheelchair?
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 15:38, closed)

What a bastard!
I say we pay him a visit and cunt him in the fuck!
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 16:00, closed)

just smack him with them knockers of yours
haha
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 16:03, closed)

Bastard Teachers
Must be a thing with maths teachers in Scotland, mine was the biggest cunt imagineable. In fact he was that much of a cunt he gave my younger brother and sister a hard time just because I was their brother.

It gave me belated satisfacton when someone in my brother's class kicked the living shit out of him.
( Stu71 ....bad money dies, I love the scene, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 16:15, closed)

^ heh heh
*gathers up norks and whacks Mr Williams*
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 16:19, closed)

*click*
Had a similar experience with my maths teacher in Scotland (Eric Ross, if you're reading this, I still think that you're an idiot).

He told me that I was "too imaginative" to be a mathematician or a scientist of any sort, thus crushing the burgeoning science geek of a young Edmund.

Got an A in my O grade. A in A level maths and further maths.

BSc MSc and PhD latter (all maths or maths based) I'm now over it.

Not.
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 20:07, closed)

I had a Mr Williams for a maths teacher.
He was a cunt as well. I was good at maths before he came along... two wasted years at GCSE and now anything remotely difficult is an uphill struggle.
(JohabMorelli is spenging merrily away, Mon 30 Jun 2008, 15:21, closed)