"Dead" Teacher
In juniors my year was split into two classes somehow, looking back perhaps to a shortage of kids? anyways the older members of the year were in one class while the younger (including me, august bday you see) were in a class with the eldest of the year below, fucked up i know :-S.

one day we were playing rounders on the school field when we heard screaming and a lot of commotion from further along the field, where the older half were playing cricket with their moustachio'd, monobrow sporting teacher. he was hurling a rock hard plastic ball at the batter while trying to teach a very rudimentary game of cricket to a very disinterested class.

most had apparently been unable to return the ball much as it was harder and heavier than the crappy bat he'd supplied them with but then Wayne had a try and caught a beauty, driving the ball full pelt ar Teachers 'goolies'. The scream we heard was him crumpling into a heap. A few girls then ran towards our teacher Miss Gofton; crying, and telling her that "Wayne had killed Mr McKay".

As 10 year olds this was slightly distressing as usually a hit to the knackers meant a lot of rolling around and 'checking', with the obligatory "no more (eh) kids for you then" joke, but he didnt shift from his foetal position. Miss Gofton got him up and took him to the nurse and the story became legend but didnt end there.

Mr McKay left the school at the end of that year and nothing was heard of him for years, until he turned up a junior teacher next to our comp. He was walking his class to the big hall for some singing thingy one xmas when we spotted him and Wayne with a cheeky grin inquired "Fancy a game of cricket, Sir?", he looked first with puzzlement then recognition and laughed his (maybe prosthetic) balls off.

Sense of humour is a must for teachers i think, else you're on to a loser..... and PE was always mint
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Wed 25 Nov 2009, 13:43, Reply)