Ok so
Film Studies: Can be summed up by the following exchange between me and friend.

Friend: Oh yeah *so and so* is a decent teacher... yeah .. used to admire him a lot more before I found out he drug deals at school. You won't repeat that, riiight?"
Me: So long as you don't tell anyone about *other so and so* having a lesbian one night stand.
*shifty smirk*

English: Nervous breakdowns or both.

Music: First one was a scary Scottish bloke that used to perv on the boys then left after a nervous breakdown. Second one was a scary Welsh bloke that perved on BOTH. Third seemed relatively normal. The brass teacher apparently died of cancer then we found out he was really in Argentina. The guitar teacher was younger than a friend's boyfriend.

Graphics: Had about 5 teachers for one lesson. Only 2 of them were actually GRAPHICS teachers. Only 3 were actually qualified teachers.

Science: ... now we come to a real beauty. Mrs X shall we call her. My intense hatred of her for failing to get my name right. After THREE YEARS, she could not get my name right. I surrendered and told the half-deaf bat that she'd got it right. She promptly went around telling everyone how she'd finally got it. HURRAH! ... (wrong) Once during an experiment involving pitch and frequency, turned up machiney thing so that it was screeching. Whilst the entire class writhed around, she stood there and went "I can't hear it!" with a retarded expression on her face. Got revenge by mercilessly taking the piss for entire time with her. Includes the entire class plotting to creep past her and change the clock forward so we could leave early. Mwahahahaha.

More screwed up stuff will probably resurface later.
(ladyintheradiator, Thu 10 Nov 2005, 17:17, Reply)