seems to be a common theme...
more from the joyous place that was Hyndland Secondary.
started Standard Grade chemistry, assigned the quite young, ginger Mr Kelly (oh yes, name and shame). there was some higher student who seemed to live in the study room that ajoined our class, and my, was mr kelly forever bouncing in and out of that place.
he and the girl disappeared one day, the next we heared of them they were in some local paper having turned up in turkey, as you do...

oh, and there was Dr Collison, the camp-as-christmas biology teacher at St Anne's who apparently managed to break up 2 marriages by stealing the wife, much to our great surprise.

and there was Mr Evanson, who was a total legend. he was a great teacher, dont get me wrong, but you dont expect someone who looks like the archetypal physics (im loath to say it but) geek to have a massive metallica tattoo from shoulder to shoulder and to have various interesting stories of motorbike crashes.

the last two taught at private school, you kinda of expect these people.

oh god, one more.
not mine, but my granny's teacher. he'd fought in WW1, and had a bit of shell shock, but not enough to stop him teaching. now, you know those huge desks with the big heavy lids? how loud they are when they drop? and those maths kits for blackboards, with the massive set squares, with the huge flat bit of metal?
well, one kid dropped his desk lid, and the teacher (who's holding the set square) spins round, throws the set square at this poor kid, who ducks. and thank god he did becuase the blade embedded itself 4 inches into the wall...
(sarcasticgirl, Wed 9 Nov 2005, 16:12, Reply)