Stupid as Fuck Teacher.
Hoya!

THIS is a subject for me!

In my second year of lycée (more or less equivalent to A-Levels in France), we had the archetypical bitch of a teacher. The kind of guy who would give orders whilst smoking a fag...

One day, we had to go to some outside tennis courts in order to play, erm, tennis.

Thas was fine because, even if I am not sporty at all, I could manage hitting tennis balls without being too ridiculous.

So we arrived at the courts. There, two problems arose.

First of all, it was raining cats and dogs, with is no good for tennis, is it?
Second, the courts were in a very bad state. Being made of concrete, painted tennis green and not being protected by a roof above, caused the ground to be cracked and full of potholes like a Kabul road after a US Air Force strike. It was so bad that some parts were even curled like some old wall paint!

So, after having given us rackets and balls and set up nets, he told us to start playing! The painted concrete, thanks to the water, became highly slippery and the portholes were THE thing to twist one's ankles. But the funniest part were the balls. Soaked as they were, they made a spongy, funny sound every time they got hit and, thanks to the water they contained, they did not travel very long, no matter the force they were hit with...

All the while, our "lovely" teacher was warming himself, wearing his parka, in one of the small bungalows around the courts that we used to change clothes in...
Stupid bugger!

But the best part came a couple weeks after this particular episode...

He had an examination, OFSTED-style during another tennis session.

Whilst the inspector was here, our teacher turned into an other man -nice, gentle, caring!!!

I remember he helped us doing the correct moves is order not to hurt ourselves, even accompanying your arm during the gesture and all this with a smile and some nice words!!!

In hind sight, we should have made some allusions to the inspector; we were probably too nice to.

I have recently heard that he is still teaching at that particular school...

Be funky

M A D
(MAD Life -The Best Antidote To Happiness, Sat 21 Nov 2009, 8:22, 2 replies)

Ahh, the OFSTED inspection effect
Even more powerful than the Lynx effect on certain teachers. My GCSE chemistry teacher was a cunt of the highest order yet on inspection day he mysteriously became the most constructive, compassionate and downright caring individual the school had ever seen. We were not about to let him get away with this, so about four of us took it in turns to ask "Sir, why are you being so nice today?".

I like to think that karma tapped him on the shoulder later on, though, as a) he lost one finger to the chain of his motorbike; and b) he did indeed subsequently get sacked for general uselessness.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Sat 21 Nov 2009, 8:32, closed)

Justice!
There may be some form of justice for b3tans!
(MAD Life -The Best Antidote To Happiness, Sat 21 Nov 2009, 16:45, closed)