Your Weirdest Teacher
The strangest teacher at my school used to practice his lessons at night. We'd watch through the classroom windows as he did his entire lesson, complete with questions to the class and telling off misbehaving students.
Were your teachers as strange? Of course they were...
( , Wed 9 Nov 2005, 13:43)
The strangest teacher at my school used to practice his lessons at night. We'd watch through the classroom windows as he did his entire lesson, complete with questions to the class and telling off misbehaving students.
Were your teachers as strange? Of course they were...
( , Wed 9 Nov 2005, 13:43)
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Economics should never be taught.
I cannot remember him or his lesson but can remember it was 1 hour and 10 painful minutes long. Highlights of the lessons could include;
spider racing - how quick can a spider cross your desk (not very)
competive counting - seeing how quickly you can add up to one hundred on a calculator
staring - it's where I developed my vacant stare (not that useful)
the biscuit tin story - if you needed to kill the final hour of the lesson ask Mr X (not his real name) if he enjoyed steam engines. He would then waffle on about being a child and making a boat out of a biscuit tin, I didn't understand the connection but then again I didn't understand economics.
I eventually could take no more and asked if I could drop the lesson, to my amazment the head of the year allowed me to. I had a lot of respect for the head, a border line pyscho who once convinced me to touch a car cigarette lighter telling me it wouldn't be that hot ... it was, lesson learnt.
( , Thu 10 Nov 2005, 15:26, Reply)
I cannot remember him or his lesson but can remember it was 1 hour and 10 painful minutes long. Highlights of the lessons could include;
spider racing - how quick can a spider cross your desk (not very)
competive counting - seeing how quickly you can add up to one hundred on a calculator
staring - it's where I developed my vacant stare (not that useful)
the biscuit tin story - if you needed to kill the final hour of the lesson ask Mr X (not his real name) if he enjoyed steam engines. He would then waffle on about being a child and making a boat out of a biscuit tin, I didn't understand the connection but then again I didn't understand economics.
I eventually could take no more and asked if I could drop the lesson, to my amazment the head of the year allowed me to. I had a lot of respect for the head, a border line pyscho who once convinced me to touch a car cigarette lighter telling me it wouldn't be that hot ... it was, lesson learnt.
( , Thu 10 Nov 2005, 15:26, Reply)
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