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.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 19 Oct 2010, 16:53, Reply)