Your teacher memories..

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Dinomania

Dinomania

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Right, this is research for me (and maybe several others on here)...

I want to know your fond (and not-so-fond) memories of teachers who stick in your memory from your school days.

This will hopefully end up in an amusing Dos and Don'ts list for aspiring teachers!

Jokes about dumb-bells allowed, but don't go too mental...




I'll begin - one of my A-Level Maths teachers was an awesome bloke - hair like Art Garfunkel, a name with about 6 middle names (the first and last were Flavio Tozzi, 'Flav' for short) and was generally a really charming, amiable, funny man.

He knew we'd lose concentration as a group occasionally, and a personal story or anecdote would seep into his teaching - which gave us a good 5-10 minute rest before 'Right! Back to work!'.

He did however have a good bark - he could scare people almost out of their seats by a short sharp 'Oi!' if there were talking or messing about.

Hmm, must email him...
 
We had an Irish training teacher called Mr Bagnell or something like that. We noticed he said "third" like "turd" so whenever it was the 3rd, we used to always ask him the date...

Us: Sir, what's the date again?
Him: The turd of Feb.

And then it got to March....

Us: Sir, what's the date again?
Him: TURD OF THE TURD. I'VE TOLD YOU ALREADY.

:D :D :D

He had a breakdown. :o
 
The only memory I have is making my hot Business Studies teacher pick up my pencil when I kept accidentally knocking it on the floor.

She locked me in a cupboard once and removed my trousers and spanked me.

I guess I deserved it..........
 
My chemistry teacher was awesome, he was in his 60's so his teaching methods were proper old school. But the memorable thing was the extent of his comb over, this thing was incredible, whenever the hair dried out and started to come away from the scalp it flapped around like a scarf in the wind. Amazing.
 
I always liked teachers that could have a laugh with us.

I remember one of my teachers, Bill Stengle, nicknamed Buffalo Bill as he was built like one... There were rumours that he could rip a phone book in half.

He was once challenged to a Mountain Dew drinking contest by a student, whoever could finished theirs first won - he won easily.
 
dr dillow, my history teacher- we used to watch blackadder in double history on saturday mornings. great teacher too!

or our RS teacher, the reverend dobbie, who used to show monty pythin's life of brian as it was one of his favourite films. awesome bloke :D

mr alexander who used to brin his MASSIVE irish wolfhound into french classes with him. the dog was lovely, but he was a right scary bugger.

dr james, my chemistry teacher, who was one of the people who actually wrote the textbook. absolutely stonking teacher.

also his wifre, the other dr james, who was my other (also extremely good) biology teacher.

my english teacher- dr stuart - was a middle aged canadian guy with long grey/white/brown hair and a beard, used to wear cordouroy suits and was one of those 'natuarally stoned' people. he was also my senior housemaster and one of the rugby coaches. one of the most awesome people i have ever met, and knew exactly when to let rules slide, and by how much. you certainly never, ever wanted to get on the bad side of him, because disappointing him and losing his trust would have been horrible. he was also wonderfully loquacious when he lost his temper and would rant in the most poetic manner. he was also posessed of a sense of humour that appreciated 'wrongness'. many was the morning that he would bellow something like 'get your lazy arse out of bed or im going to come over there and skull**** you awake' in his slow, laconic manner. would always make an effort to start our day with a laugh.
 
Mr. McGuiness my history teacher looked like Bill Clinton.

Didn't have any really fit teachers. :(

My favourite teacher though was Mr. Sloman at high school he was an awesome science teacher,
 
My favorite teacher had a brain haemorrhage the summer after he tought us in Primary School. Yes, our year was insanely retarded and naughty.
 
My German teacher knocking a kid out. We were third year and one of the kids from another class took a chair and swung for him. *POP* and down he went. Everyone knew he used to box professionally in his youth. Why he thought swinging a chair at him was a good idea I don't know.
 
When I was in the 1st year of high school, the head of year was a right **** to me and plenty of others. I think is aim was to make you cry. Anyway, I saw him a few years ago and he was a little middle-aged man. I was quite tempted to walk up to him, look down at him and shout "REMEMBER ME?!?" but I calmed myself down and didn't bother.
 
Charlie Walls (my A-level Classical Civilisation teacher). He always gave me a hard time in classes; more so that the other three of my classmates.
He told me after I finished my exams and left school that the only reason that he put the screws on me so often was that he couldn't stand to see talent and intelligence being wasted.
I still read the books we studies and have an interest in the subject.
Never really got to thank him (as an adult) for being a good teacher back then. I reckon I'll always regret not doing that.
 
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