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Humanities and RE teacher, fantastic teacher, lovely lady. Only to this day I am TOTALLY convinced she was a man. She had an adam's apple for crying out loud.

Mr Tewksbury, evil Welsh bastard, once made a boy cry because he saw him wearing a vest under his shirt. Made him take everything off but his pants and run 10 circuits of the field. In winter. Totally failing to understand he had the vest on because he'd recently recovered from pneumonia, and promptly got it again. Twat.

Music teachers - WRONG'UNS. Screaming queen as department head, who drove away the Nick Cotton-a-like teacher by hitting on him in front of the pupils once too often.

Science teacher, huge man, wide as tall (about 6'4"), had a cataract with streaming white goo from that eye, and white foamy spittle around his mouth. Looked exactly like Father Jack. I was terrified of him, and worked insanely hard to get out of that class just to get away from him.

Worst and wierdest teacher ever though, and I don't mind who knows it, was Mrs Turner. Evil woman, who had a sign on the wall that said "There's no such word as can't, only cannot", which to my logical 8 year old brain was total toss. She used to terrify the class into learning nothing, and her grasp of the English language was amazingly bad. She was only any good at maths, so would have us count beans, as if this helped. She was surly, grumpy, and almost certainly had some form of bi-polar disorder, as her mood swings were terrifying. My brother somehow had her for two years, despite parental complaints. Apparently, their english abilities after two years of her were found to be worse than when they started with her. She often hit pupils by 'accident', and didn't believe fun induced learning. She also had a moustache. She was incredibly scary, violent and a very bad teacher, and we were incredibly scared of her.

she is also the person responsible for approx £1k's worth of dental treatment over the years, as she actually TOLD ME TO RUN FOR THE COACH after telling me NOT TO BOTHER WITH MY SHOELACES. Trip, crash, smash - half a front tooth. My mum should have sued. So she caused me physical pain, too. Behatch. Grr.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Thu 10 Nov 2005, 12:09, Reply)