The Good, the Sexy and the Pervy.
A friend's teacher:

Mr.Reeser.

The guy was THE substitute teacher to have. There was nothing you couldn't get away with. Talk, goof off, leave class unexpectantly. He'd always let them get away with not doing the assignments, and if the movie was boring, he let them ignore it and talk. My friend got on an obscene chat site so manny times under his eye. He was actualy INTERESTED in watching some of them play games on the computer. The guy rocked. Batty, but awesome. The schoolboard tried to suspend his substute teacher's liscense at Groves, and half the school left class to protest. So they threw in the towel. He can't teach classess, but he's now a hall deputy.

Which to you American subscribers, makes more sense than it does to me. :) Seeing as we Brits don't need our corridors patrolled like a military camp.

Another friend's sophomore chemistry teacher was also a semi professional track competitor and - yes, you guessed it - she just used to alwaysperch on the edge of her desk in short skirts and drove all the testosterone-fuelled jocks absolutly insane. She was reputably the hottest chick in that school.

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My own contribution? Bless dear Mr. P***e. "Head of Religious Studies" (narf, he was the ONLY RS teacher in that shithole!) In Birmingham, in the northern poor sink-slum suburb area. It wasn't a normal comprehensive school either. Guessed where it is yet? I don't really care.) Onwards!
All we did for RE was watch the Simpsons. No, wait. In year 7, we did a 10-question answer sheet which was easily done in ten minutes. That was a year's work. Zing!

The greatest coup was in yr 11 though - the dreaded GCSE year. At the beginning of the year, we were all handed a HOOGE booklet of photocopied questions. "Practice for the exam" quoth he.

And where were they photocopied from?

...exam day. Open booklet. All the questions were exactly the same as on the "practice" booklet.

SCORE!
I must add, he -was- a nice guy for the most part. One of the very few nice chaps in that shitty excuse of an eduicational institution.
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Let's not forget the PE teacher, S.H.

He was rumoured to have invaded the changing rooms one day while the boys were getting changed out of they gym clothes. Worse still, the tutor's office in the Sports Hall was directly opposite said changing rooms - and the doors were always kept open. He was a right perv, we suspected.

Even better was the revenge. On a large bus, full of kids. To the tune of Spice Girl's Viva Forever came the haunting words:

o/~Viiivaaa Mol-lestaaaah...I'll be waaai-tiiing, iin the sho-wahhhh...o/~

A few months later, he quit.
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