Poacher turned Gamekeeper
Having suffered through twelve years of school as a pupil and three as a teacher, here's my tuppence worth of anecdotes.

* An English teacher did extra football training for pupils keen enough. It was strange how he came round while we were showering and offered shower gel, so that we had to pull back the shower curtain and stand there in our naked glory, but we never really thought about it at the time.

* In my fifth year (this is a Scottish school) I missed over a quarter of all classes... and still got the pupil of the year (Dux) award. Haha!!

* In my primary school we had a nutter teacher, bit too fond of using his hands. Getting banged in the back of the head with a hardback bible wasn't nice, but watching him lift up the resident pain-in-the-arse by the jumper and hurl him out the class was pretty funny.

*There was a teacher who was a dead ringer for a model in a soft porn mag I had. Happily, she was my maths teacher and wore really nice short woolen skirts. Mmmm!!!

* I had a bottom-set S4 class in my first year teaching. They were an, ahem, interesting group. Highlights included - one of the boys coming in reeking of hash and promptly falling asleep; one of the girls showing me a video clip of a man being beheaded on her mobilephone; a boy starting to roll a joint when my back was turned; being asked if I'd ever taken heroin; and a girl screaming like a murder-victim when a wasp flew in. Morons, but nice morons.

* An S3 boy challening me to a fight. Every male instinct in me wanting to beat him to a pulp but professionalism only lets me give a "more disappointed than angry" look (while I call for the senior staff to take him away).

Funny days... sort of.
(McChinaman banned, Sun 1 Feb 2009, 11:57, Reply)