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Did they make school fun?
Alt Q: What's the first line of your book?
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 15:59, 143 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
My wonderfully eccentric English teacher.
He's a big part of the reason I'm a writer. And, more importantly, he's a part of the reason I'm a successful one...
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:08, Reply)
I loved that guy.
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What's not to love?
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can't remember the rest. With the amount of aisan kids at school I'm surprised he wasn't called up on it.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:16, Reply)
next time you're questioning my sammich nomming habits.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:36, Reply)
I'm essentially a writer for hire. I do magazines, PR stuff, travel, products, interviews and humour - genuinely anything that interests me/pays. Ironically I've
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:59, Reply)
the rest were alright but ineffectual.
Alt Q: which one?
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:09, Reply)
"As I descended into Newport with my Cheytac, I was wondering how the rolls of fat around my target would affect the .50 entering his ribcage."
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who made boring lessons seem quite entertaining. He used to do random things like making paper planes to demonstrate lift and sneak up when you were doing experiments and break stuff.
Alt Q:
The agonised scream sounded muffled through the hotel door. Jack drew his Colt and quietly gripped the handle
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When one of the girls had a nose-bleed he ran her a bath and then killed her and her mate.
Did he make school fun? No. It was murder.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:11, Reply)
and got so much stick from the older kids at the time it all came out he ended up quitting.#
The Fred West stuff, not Huntley.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:13, Reply)
Enough of this nonsense. I'm going to the pub and then going to watch my team get beaten by Reading.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:24, Reply)
We are rooted to the bottom of the table and look like certs for relegation.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:27, Reply)
He was a crazy old physics teacher who used to spin around too fast when someone was being an arse and smash straight into the filing cabinet next to the black board. He'd also let you get away with setting the desks on fire.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:12, Reply)
Aka DJ Ryan
The loveliest little old man ever. No one in my class got below a B because of him. We all loved him to bits, it was the most voluntarily well behaved class I've ever been in, and even on the rare occasions when he shouted at us it just made us love him even more.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:14, Reply)
Also, need to discuss sleeping arrangements. I'll send a message via FB, that way LAK and the Interloper can see what's gwarnin'.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:15, Reply)
I have a date tonight and another at the weekend
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:26, Reply)
He's hardly /talkish
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:30, Reply)
But I am tough when I play rugby, I smash up those filthy rogues
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:33, Reply)
And what if I want to fuck her brains out, huh?
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www.etsy.com/listing/56407494/black-gothic-loli-victoriana-cutaway
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:29, Reply)
There was one of those that I really, really liked- think it might have been a loulahbelle one.
I ordered some awesome costume glasses for Pretty Russian's birthday :D
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:31, Reply)
you get discounted entry for wearing glasses.
www.etsy.com/listing/58849373/reserved-vintage-cats-eye-and-sunglasses
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:41, Reply)
so i don't know a corset with a fur hood or something.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:41, Reply)
but I had some eccentric ones. Like the maths teacher with a bear called Hector who lived in a drawer. He used to jump onto the line of cabinets and creep round the classroom then bring his ruler down on your desk and screech at you. Threw a desk out the window once and made a boy climb into a bin.
Oh and the alcoholic chemistry teacher, the bizarre physics teacher who always wore a gun holster with a calculator in it. Loads more as well
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:16, Reply)
Chemistry teacher who liked setting things on fire and caused a bomb scare by reacting Hydrogen and Oxygen balloons.
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A little caterpillar sat on a leaf
EDIT: Like he said ^
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:23, Reply)
I presented it to my daughter and for the last three nights she has slept cuddling it like a teddy bear. She seems to think its called The Very Hungry Elephant though. Weird.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:43, Reply)
I went to Gordonstoun with his son, 'Wee Jimmie' McBumbandit.
Smashing fellow. Raving bender, of course, but a damned good fag for all that.
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Seriously. She was a substitute German teacher at my school during my 2nd year. The thick kids made my life hell every time she gave them a bad mark, which was often. Not much different to usual. Fucking hell I hated being at school.
My book, now that I'm thinking about my schooldays, would start with a quote from Aliens.
"I say we take off, nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure"
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:19, Reply)
For one thing, I am nothing like so northern as that; for another, I only started dancing when I was your age and didn't do Ballet until I was 31. I doubt I would've copped any more shit had I been a dancer whilst at school though. Just thinking about being back there makes me angry
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:24, Reply)
Contrary to my QOTW post about anal swabs, is "schooldays are the best days of your life". If I'd believed that when I was 15, truly believed that it actually wasn't going to get any better, I'd probably have killed myself.
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everyone knows that being emotionally destroyed at a young impressionable age is character building
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:52, Reply)
he was really funny and he used to make the lessons interesting by what they call interactive learning now I think. One of my law lecturers was the worst teacher I've ever had, he made all his lectures using powerpoint and then just used to read through the slides without explaining them at all so he might as well have just handed out a printed version and let us go home.
My physics teacher in 1st year was fucking well fit. Like seriously hot. My friend's mum hit on him on parents evening, she was mortified.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:21, Reply)
Mr Lennox gave the class some sage advice:
'Boys, you must watch out for the darkies'
Genius.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:22, Reply)
as I rode my penny farthing up The Strand.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:30, Reply)
"Beware of the Hun!"
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:30, Reply)
Laconic, sarcastic, had a pigment problem with his hair so it grew black and blonde. Played the sax and the bass. Obsessed with gap-filling exercises. We tortured him mercilessly by hiding his teaching materials. He used to try and juggle pens in class when we were doing individual work, and would usually fail. Would pull stupid faces when he thought no one was looking. Wore bow ties. Liked Jazz. He let us listen to French rap and when we finished the syllabus 4 months early he taught us A2 level grammar.
He was an awesome person as well as being a great teacher.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:26, Reply)
Shame he got shot when he was on the brink of unifying all the gangs of New York, I felt.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:31, Reply)
The Mandrill track 'Echoes in my Mind' is fucking amazing.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:43, Reply)
'In the spring of 399BCE, the elderly philosopher Socrates stood trial in his native Athens'
It's an excellent book by Robin Waterfield, called 'Why Socrates Died'.
If you mean my own book that I have yet to writes, it's;
'It was a fucking shit day. Again.'
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However this author states (quite fairly, I feel) that he only started playing up when he rejected Socrates' teachings.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:41, Reply)
Mr James (RIP) who took us for Duke of Edinburgh's award. young guy, ,music teacher. used to get us beers, put up with our wilful destruction of property and borderline arson, taught us the value of manning the fuck up.
Miss Barden (young, stunning brunette with big brown eyes)who taught me design, she was the only teacher to actually encourage me at school, and probably the reason i'm doing what i do now.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:40, Reply)
Him and Mr Dove made my school life bearable. Shame we still had to put up with Wankers like Mr Clemo who everyone loved despite the fact that he was nice to the popular kids and a wanker to everyone else.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:45, Reply)
Dr Bolton - Screeching maniac, reeked like a sack of dead fannies, allegedly banned from teaching A-level after leading an entire class to failure, son alleged to have sodomised a cat.
Dr Wallage - Embittered researcher, arm partially stamped off by a horse, spectacularly mean to the stupid kids, brilliant.
Dr Pike - Hated teaching but was determined to make the best of it, taught us how to make a flamethrower from a watering can and a car battery.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:43, Reply)
was totally crazy, had massive knockers and frizzy blonde hair
she smiled a lot and had a dainty voice
I figure she lived in a cottage with lots of flowers on the outside, she'd host tea parties and wear large hats and read books to her friends.
"The sound hit me first. Tires screaming. Brakes locking. The inevitable crunch. It felt as if a thousand needles flew into my ears, penetrating my very being. The scream of the driver. My own blood curdling moan suppressed by the cries of the black birds scattering overhead."
actual first lines from my actual book that's actually been abandoned
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:43, Reply)
He wasn't fun, his lessons weren't fun, you got your head down, and you worked damn hard. But he was superb. He had an aura about him that made kids want to work. He was very strict, but never unfair. His main rule was simple - No talking.
He'd only repeat what he said if someone had been coughing/sneezing, etc. As far as he was concerned, if you didn't hear him, you weren't listening.
When he taught me, I was the top of the year at Maths, the lad I sat next to 2nd, (We pretty much swapped between those two). The next year I was put with a useless fucker, and ended up near the bottom of the set.
His idea of 'fun' lessons included crossword puzzles. His lesson plan was always the same -
1. Do work on board
2. Do sheet handed out
3. Do 5 pages in textbook
4. If you finish those 5, carry on. If you reached a section you hadn't done before, it was an opportunity to get ahead.
He was fucking awesome.
Alt Q: Welcome to the world of the unknowing, of those unable to look past their own worlds, and into the lives of others around them. I refer, of course, to Cheshire.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:53, Reply)
Claimed he used to be in the SAS and had shares in a South African diamond mine. ‘Look in the car park boys – look at all the shitty cars. See that one? Black. Ford. Sierra. She’s all mine’. He was a committed sadist and you could swear at him with impunity.
He once ground an entire stick of chalk into the top of my brother's head, and he had a 3-foot-high stack of confiscated jazz mags in his walk-in cupboard.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:00, Reply)
It's a 9/10 for effort but sadly 3/10 for execution for Damien. Although, he did pick up some style points from the Albanian judge.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:19, Reply)
The whole teaching population of my school were as mad as blender full of bees.
Blaster was probably the top nutter. Properly full-on punched me in the head to demonstrate that I'd got a question about river flow wrong. Broke a kids legs up against the gym wall bars playing 5-a-side. Not a man you fucked with.
My 6th form tutor once strolled into our common room, announced "boys, boys, everyone is looking for the land of the golden fuck, let me tell you it doesn't exist" and walked out. Next day he brought his 16 year old daughter in. I've no idea if the two events were meant to be connected. Perhaps he was warning us that his daughter was rubbish in bed.
I've not got a book so I'll give you the first line I ever had published, 11 years ago. "Alcohol dehydrogenase (ADH) from solutions of homogenised packed bakers’ yeast has been successfully purified using immobilised metal-ion affinity chromatography in an expanded bed"
I bet you really want to read the rest, now. I bet you're on the edge of your seat.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:12, Reply)
First teacher to encourage me to finish classwork quickly so I could get a book and read.
First line?
She screamed her emptiness in to the thunder. It was a real emptiness, the kind that comes from having an eight month foetus stolen from your womb.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:19, Reply)
And no fucking way. If I'd known Mr Cameron would give such a good excuse for not finding work, I might have voted for his party.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:21, Reply)
He was an ancient scottish gentleman. We loved to teach us proles about Macbeth, his favourite Shakspear play. He would always be the title role as we read it out in our droning london accents. As he grew more exasperated, he took on more parts, until he was doing the whole thing himself. He was gutted when he found out we had to do the Taming of the shrew instead.
But he did teach really well, and we were always laugthing. I'm sorry my writing is so poor nowadays.
For the first lines of my book.
The small crowd standing around the open grave, looked uneasily at each other as they prepared to pull the strings of their party poppers.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:23, Reply)
This made sense before you added in the example of said poor writing.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:30, Reply)
And by "taken out" I mean ambushed and beaten to death.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:10, Reply)
Excellent history teacher who could easily by sidetracked onto more interesting stuff. I learned sod all about the Norman Conquest and a considerable amount about the Spanish Inquisition.
You had to be careful, though - if you weren't subtle enough in leading her off-topic you'd be called up and have the thumbscrew demonstrated on you.
Book:
After the surgery, I spent 18 subjective months and four real weeks knitting implanted knowledge into muscle memory. By the end of it, I could put an arrow through a larks eye at two hundred feet, and spoke Syrian Aramaic like an ill-bred local.
Perfect.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:09, Reply)
He was only twenty six, helped me get an A and we were on the piss with him most Fridays at the pub opposite the school. He caught me and a mate doing a couple lines of speed in a lesson one afternoon (it was my birthday and we were going out straight afterwards, only time I'd ever do something that daft) and just laughed.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:18, Reply)
Or as he was known in our house 'Mr Know It All Bleeding Collins as I was at the age where you ask your Dad questions all the time. If he didn't know I'd say I would ask Mr Collins.
When ever I asked him a question and he didn't know the answer he would find out.
He also taught through practical lessons at a time when it was still chalk and talk.
I wrote to him a few years ago and told him what an influence he was on me.
I am of course the best teacher even as can be seen in the fact then when it started snowing last year I stopped the lesson and let the kids out.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:26, Reply)
they had. Doubt it, though
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:32, Reply)
the art teacher who encouraged me to do photography properly.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:30, Reply)
Well done, you've made the first step and bought this book.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 19:09, Reply)
Mr Treby - English teacher who seemed to be so addicted to coffee it's surprising he didnt have an IV drip of the stuff. But it was always funny to hear him pointing out errors in all the shite novels we had to read for GCSE.
And Miss Dean - The ginger Physics teacher who had a mouth like a megaphone, yet was extra kind to the kids who were bound to get an A (i.e. me and a couple of friends). Secret jelly babies whenever we had a test.
Alt Q: Begins with a little rhyme thingy really, still working on it.
"This woman was red. This woman was dead. This woman walked through the woman none knew."
Cheesy, I know.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 21:55, Reply)
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