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Who was the best teacher you ever had and why?
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)
Mr Bradley
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)
Our English teacher, Mr Gover, was mental and he would lob jelly babies at people indiscriminately
I loved that guy.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:11, Reply)
Older man dishing out sweeties to school boys.
What's not to love?
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:13, Reply)
He was a bit of a racist too, the yellow ones were chinkies, red ones commies, black ones darkies
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)
ooh what kind of writer?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:19, Reply)
pr0n

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:20, Reply)
He wrote the 'Kriss Akabusi' novels.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:21, Reply)
remember that I was the one who introduced you to them
next time you're questioning my sammich nomming habits.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:36, Reply)
I am eternally in your debt for this.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:50, Reply)
AWOOGAH!

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:57, Reply)
'type'

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:21, Reply)
A shit one.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:23, Reply)
Cucumber.
Sorry.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:25, Reply)
thanks boys.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:37, Reply)
DVD ! BLURAY ! BUFFER OUTPUT ! LEFT !

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:48, Reply)
What? Left writer?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:48, Reply)
Yeh', a left writer.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:48, Reply)
What's a left writer?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:48, Reply)
A march in the army.
LEFT WRITE ! LEFT WRITE ! LEFT WRITE !
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:49, Reply)
They mostly walk around in circles with aching arms.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:49, Reply)
I love you Gonz.
I can't wait to meet you.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:12, Reply)
Also, all sorts.
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 stolen shamelessly from b3ta written a few bits for FHM too.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:59, Reply)
BURN THE HERETIC

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:59, Reply)
I hated nearly all my teachers
the rest were alright but ineffectual.

Alt Q: which one?
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:09, Reply)
Book
"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."
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:10, Reply)
When did you get hired as my ghost writer?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:11, Reply)
I had a good Physics teacher called Mr Tokell
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
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:11, Reply)
Ambiguous
Door handle or gun handle?

C-.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:50, Reply)
Our caretaker Mr Huntley was the best
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)
You laugh but the caretaker at my mums school was called Fred West
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)
Don't tell me your local Dr was called Shipman too?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:20, Reply)
Don't be silly.
His surname was Crippen.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:21, Reply)
ha ha ha

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:23, Reply)
Right.
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)
enjoy.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:26, Reply)
I'm not enjoying this season.
We are rooted to the bottom of the table and look like certs for relegation.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:27, Reply)
I don't follow football. Rugby is more my thing.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:30, Reply)
Pamela Smart - she taught me so much.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:12, Reply)
Dr Hubbard
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)
Mr Ryan, my GCSE maths teacher.
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)
let's see this coat then aiiiii
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)
Lampitooooo

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:18, Reply)
Maxiiiiiiiiiiiiii

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:23, Reply)
:3

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:23, Reply)
It's stuff like that, that keeps you single.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:25, Reply)
Says you, paperclip boy
I have a date tonight and another at the weekend
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:26, Reply)
haha he totally burned you PC

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:27, Reply)
He's from /talk that was basically a hug.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:28, Reply)
But Maxi's the biggest pussy I've ever met from b3ta.
He's hardly /talkish
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:30, Reply)
:((((((((((((((((((((((

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:31, Reply)
You're a pussy-CAT Maxi, a pussycat.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:32, Reply)
It's troo :(
But I am tough when I play rugby, I smash up those filthy rogues
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:33, Reply)
Good luck with that.
Don't yiff on the first date.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:28, Reply)
Who says it's the first date?
And what if I want to fuck her brains out, huh?
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:30, Reply)
then try to get it up without pretending you're a fox.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:31, Reply)
NOT A YIFFER!
Just because I own a GIR hoodie :((
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:31, Reply)

www.etsy.com/listing/56407494/black-gothic-loli-victoriana-cutaway
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:29, Reply)
Sexy!
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)
Cheers doll
Pic?
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:39, Reply)
It's a geek club night
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)
Hahaha
Brilliant.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:53, Reply)
Thats much nicer than I was expecting.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:32, Reply)
What were you expecting...?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:35, Reply)
he's madly googling 'ugly jacket' now I betcha

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:38, Reply)
I was gazzing you nice things bitch face.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:41, Reply)
I'd never seen a corset jacket before
so i don't know a corset with a fur hood or something.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:41, Reply)
I had no good teachers
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)
Mr cooke
Chemistry teacher who liked setting things on fire and caused a bomb scare by reacting Hydrogen and Oxygen balloons.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:17, Reply)
There's a book about me already - fairly well known - it starts "in the beginning"

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:19, Reply)
The Very Hungry Caterpillar?
I might be wrong, it's been a while
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:20, Reply)
I've got hungry caterpillar fabric
it's awesome.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:22, Reply)
No that starts "in the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf"

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:22, Reply)
By the light of the moon
A little caterpillar sat on a leaf

EDIT: Like he said ^
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:23, Reply)
I bought The Very Hungry Caterpillar the other day
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)
The Big Book of Bumming
by Bumsy McBumbandit?
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:28, Reply)
Of the Lanarkshire McBumbandits?
I went to Gordonstoun with his son, 'Wee Jimmie' McBumbandit.

Smashing fellow. Raving bender, of course, but a damned good fag for all that.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:34, Reply)
worked with someone a few years ago who had been to Gordonstoun - he was thick as pig shit.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:35, Reply)
Watch out for the pop-up version of that title.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:34, Reply)
My Mum
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)
Was it more or less exactly like Billy Elliott?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:21, Reply)
Less
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)
I hated school too
for the most part.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:27, Reply)
My most hated phrase in the world
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.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:31, Reply)
same here. School was shit. I went to 8 different ones and they were all awful.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:34, Reply)
Oh come on...
everyone knows that being emotionally destroyed at a young impressionable age is character building
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:52, Reply)
31?
You look like a 15 year old.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:42, Reply)
My politics teacher was brilliant
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)
Alt Q:
The following book may contain scenes of a cuntish nature
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:22, Reply)
On my brother's first day of secondary school
Mr Lennox gave the class some sage advice:

'Boys, you must watch out for the darkies'

Genius.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:22, Reply)
You really are an anachronism.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:26, Reply)
Some urchins shouted that at me the other day
as I rode my penny farthing up The Strand.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:30, Reply)
If you were on the Strand you should have said hello to me.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:33, Reply)
Lennox Lewis?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:28, Reply)
We had a similar warning from our French teacher
"Beware of the Hun!"
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:30, Reply)
Mr Syrus was amazing.
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)
And he was in 'The Warriors' too.
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)
'Warriors - come out to play.'

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:35, Reply)
Awesome film, the dj lady is brilliant.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:38, Reply)
'This one goes out to all you boppers out there'

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:39, Reply)
I've just put it on, inspired chaps. Well done.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:43, Reply)
Best ever soundtrack LP apart from SuperFly I reckon.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:38, Reply)
Yes. Yes. Yes.
The Mandrill track 'Echoes in my Mind' is fucking amazing.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:43, Reply)
"I'll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle"

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:54, Reply)
So, so much incredible dialogue...

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:56, Reply)
The first line of my current book is
'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.'
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:29, Reply)
Does this book blame Aristophanes?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:33, Reply)
Is that the Disney film about the cats?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:36, Reply)
With more cock jokes.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:38, Reply)
In part, but only as a minor contributor to the way he was viewed by the demos.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:36, Reply)
When I read the introduction to the Clouds it claimed the "corrupting the boyhood" charges started off there.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:38, Reply)
The fact that Alcibiades ended up acting like such a cunt didn't help things.
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)
Fucking trecherous berk

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:46, Reply)
there's two
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)
You're a rent boy, right?

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:42, Reply)
Rent boys get paid for sucking cock
pete just likes it.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:45, Reply)
Mr James kicked ass
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)
We had a head of year like that

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:53, Reply)
A tale of three PhDs...
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)
Ms. Fristoe
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)
Mr Dutton, my Maths teacher in years 8-9
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)
Mr Maharris aka ‘Mahonkey’ (history)
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)

l n +g

I don't think a strikethrough on a dash would work...
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:03, Reply)
Eh? I am old, please explain.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:16, Reply)
wanking cupboard, I think.
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)
Oh, man, you don't even want to go there.
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)
*horns*

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:15, Reply)
I bet you totally want to see my column expand.

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:17, Reply)
HPLC-licious baby!

(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:28, Reply)
Meh. HPLCs are analytical
Process scale all the way.

pffft. anal.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:36, Reply)
Mrs Vos.
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)
You need more social interaction,
Get a job.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:31, Reply)
*Smiley face*
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)
Mr Wingate my English teacher
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)
We all are.
This made sense before you added in the example of said poor writing.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:30, Reply)
Hahahahahahahahahahaha.
:)
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 17:32, Reply)
That comma needs to be taken out
And by "taken out" I mean ambushed and beaten to death.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:10, Reply)
Ms Tandy
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)
My English Lit teacher at A Level
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)
Mr Collins
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)
I always hope at least one of my students will one day say I was the best lecturer
they had. Doubt it, though
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:32, Reply)
Mr Pritchard
the art teacher who encouraged me to do photography properly.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 18:30, Reply)
Right, you've decided you want to learn to cook properly, yet don't want to come off as a wanky prick at your dinner parties.
Well done, you've made the first step and bought this book.
(, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 19:09, Reply)
A tie between two teachers
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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