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Jon Taylor - Member
I am also still annoyed with myself for 'only' getting 99% in my physics mock for missing the 's' off a time value in seconds...
That's valid. 60 Whats? 60 Watts? 60 Minutes? 60 Bananas?
I'm guessing from his post he wrote 60 second rather than 60 seconds.
From memory, I wrote 1m25 instead of 1m25s
Fair enough, it was more of annoyance at myself.
My English teacher shouted at someone to pay attention, and again, and finally came stomping over to ME (!) and had a right go at me before confiscating my magazine (which I hadn't even been reading) I'd forgotten she had a wonky eye and wasn't shouting at Stuart the class bully as usual. We were reading 'The Nature of the Beast' which I'd already read anyway and it was balls, though it had a Northern grandfather character named Chunder.
Three months later Stuart kicked open her filing cabinet (not a euphamism) so I got my mag back and he got his Walkman.
From memory, I wrote 1m25 instead of 1m25s
In a physics exam? Well I'd have marked you down for 1m25s, given minutes aren't an SI unit 😛
Most of these are School related are they not? 😆
Clearly Schools a fair and balanced place to both study and be studded 😆
I've another:
Nicola, lovely girl Nicola. Fair of face, lithe, blue eyes, same height as me, cracking figure in fact to me sexy as hell. We met, we instantly hit it off, we were both 23.. I did a bit of chasing, but knew she was already playing me. We just clicked.
The injustice in that particular instance is on her part. I was a complete and utter berk and screwed it all up.
I did however apologise a year later, plucked up the courage to call her up and explain why I was such a berk, the injustice there was she didn't forgive me or acknowledge the amount of balls it took for me to pick up the phone.
Ahh Nicola... *waves 😕
0.85 hectoseconds?
aracer - Member
From memory, I wrote 1m25 instead of 1m25s
In a physics exam? Well I'd have marked you down for 1m25s, given minutes aren't an SI unit
LOL - Maybe it was 85 instead of 85s then!!
There are many, all of which have made me into the bitter disrespectful bastard that I am today.
I was quite good at badminton at primary school and I rather enjoyed it too. Was picked to represent the school in a badminton tournament only to be told the day before that they didnt need me to play now due to one of the more sporty kids being suddenly available to play after all.
At cub camp, someone checked a whole bog roll in the pan and blocked it. I got the blame based on no evidence at all and the WHOLE pack were denied their sweet rations all weekend. Gosh I was popular.
In Secondary School there was a teacher called "Tony" Cousins, some of the other lads idolised him. He allowed, even insisted you called him Tony, he swore a bit and didn't really care about much plus there were all sorts of rumors about him shagging pretty much every young female teacher in school, including Kay Brown who was a former pro hurdler and frankly pretty amazing to look at.
I hated the prick and the feeling was likewise, he'd make a point of not only telling me off for anything I did (whether I did it or not) but being as belittling as possible including asking as many of the other students as possible to join in.
Largely I avoided him, he 'taught' English but not my class, he was also a form teacher but not mine - until we got to the part we had to make our choices for GCSE - I wanted so badly to do Photography even though I knew he taught it, I loved the subject but hated him.
First class didn't start well, 30 kids (the bare min needed to run a class) all sat with cameras - half of us were told ours were 'wrong' they had to be 35mm SLRs with manual focus, aperture and exposure - oddly mine had all these things but I was told it was wrong - I mentioned that I read the destructions on the course and my camera did have everything it needed, so he bellowed that "Mr Jones will be teaching this year".
The next week only about 20 turned up as were weren't a posh school in a posh area so I guess kids asking for a couple of hundred quits worth of camera for school couldn't be helped. We spent a few weeks alternating between going on field trips to shoot stuff and then producing them in the dark room. It didn't take long to work out that there were favoured students and unfavoured ones and I was in the wrong group.
The French Trip was the highlight of the course, but spaces were limited to 10 students. It was meant to be down to names in a hat but it was bullshit, the 'favoured ones' all went, the rest of us didn't. After that there was pretty much no point turning up, we got ignored, you'd turn up to class sometimes and there would be 5 of us sat around for 30 mins wondering what happened - 'the favoured' all knew to meet at the school bus, we weren't given the memo.
By the end of the first year everyone who didn't go to France quit, my parents went a bit mad and called the school, "Tony" called my Mum and said I hadn't bothered with it despite his best efforts, but she knew it was total crap.
In realty, like he wanted a small class, small enough to fit in the bus to roll around and blow smoke up his arse and laugh when he called women "split arses".
The last I heard of him he wife left him so he took to dating a 15 year old girl from the school.
The school one that bugged me... A kid from a couple of years above was always hassling my mate Andy, I got quite narked at this eventually and provoked a fight with him, which was pretty much a score draw tbh, lots of blood but no damage. Anyway, he suddenly got pulled in by the head and suspended- and everyone thought I'd grassed him! Turned out later on it was another kid in his year but I got absolute pelters for that, when I should have been basking in the glory of going 10 rounds with a kid 2 years older and 50lbs heavier than me. I coulda bin a contender!
Jamie Wagstaff, year older than me and always trying to start on me at school wasn't just me he did it to lots of others.
I didn't make the connection at the time but is brother had died in his sleep around Christmas time and his parents divorced. First time he picked on me my younger brother and I were playing football, laughing and messing about.
After he left school he impregnated a real classy girl and had a part time job shelf stacking in Tesco, by now I was somewhat larger and took great delight in abusing him while he was working and whenever I saw him, he practically begged me to stop but as Maidstone is not a big place we kept bumping into each other and he just had to avoid my gaze and scuttle away. Ha.
*slow claps* @ leegee
He ****ed up his life and you try and get him to bite whilst working? Nice tactics there.
In junior school one of the doors took a proper shove to open sometimes. As I pushed it with my foot one of the teachers daughter was on the other side. It hit her but not hard. Little bitch said I did it on purpose- I got a proper reaming.
In secondary school during a French lesson there was some barely legible graffiti in one of the text books, for some reason I read it out "hello inspector clueso..." My boss eyed French teacher kicked me out the class, wouldn't even listen to reason.
I once walked into my French class and said "hello Mr Ross" to the teacher who promptly told me to get out of the class! I didn't even do anything!
I bumped into him whilst out on the bike once and he rode with us for a while. He remembered the incident and explained that if I'd actually made an effort in French I'd actually be pretty good at it, but I wasn't really interested, so pissed about a lot. Apparently I'd failed my French O Grade by 1% (I got 49%).
A little while on the ride he hit a stone in the trail and went over the bars.
wow leegee, that is a great story. ❓
Looking back I actually quite enjoyed school, it was just the schoolwork and teachers got in the way a bit.
During a P.E. lesson we were going to play cricket. None of us had a clue how to play and so we were messing about bowling balls at each other and hitting them. For a laugh I bowled a half-brick that I found and my mate snacked it and nearly broke his arm. We both p1ssed ourselves laughing and subsequently were sent back to the changing rooms to write 4 sides of A4 about the inside of a ping pong ball.
These are a great read! 🙂
Mr. Mills (think m'kay guy from southpark) geography teacher: 'can any one give me an example of a word that is from another langauge but has entered into our own'
Me: 'Taxi'
Mr. Mills: American doesn't count
**** - still bugs me.
However, due to being a cheeky charmer, bit of a swot, and exponentially larger than the average west of scotland jakey, I managed to get away with a hell of a lot more than I suffered being wronged/injustices.
Are any current STW teachers reading this thread I wonder.
If you are, take heed. A lot of whats been said so far relates to school life and the influence Teachers have on pupils, but then you should know that shouldn't you 😆
Lego competition at junior school, own designs only, no designs from sets.
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As a gold-badge member of the Lego Club I made a swing-wing mixture of a Concorde and a Tornado which was obviously amazing. But the judging teacher refused to believe I had not made it from an official set and disqualified me.
Later in life at uni, I let a mate look at my code to see how some particular part of a task was done. Instead of just looking, he copied it wholesale, only changing a few comments then handed it it.
I got lower marks than he did, even though I pointed out his amended comments were both incorrect and still contained my initials.
i was an ok pupil at grammar school....it was only when i moved into the sixth form that i started to mess about more.
i got away with much more than i got busted for...most of this i blame on the fact that i wasnt allowed to study the subjects that i wanted to.
i wanted to study automotive design so i took up tech drawing at GCSE. i then found out that i would need a level art or tech drawing to go to Coventry Uni. the school wouldnt put tech drawing on the subject list as there were only 3 of us who wanted to study it. i hten asked if i could do art instead...art teacher said i needed to have done art at GCSE so would have to see my tech drawing work to see if my work was good enough. she then told that it wasnt up to her standard as the artwork was too technical. my other option was to study art/tech drawing combined at another college while doing maths and physics at sixth form but they would need to see a portfolio of my work. the 2 year GCSE tech drawing project i gad been working on was going to be the main focus of the portfolio but it was in the hands of the art teacher. her response when i asked for it back was..."oh i dont know what i've done with it...i might have lost it or thrown it away"
no apology or anything....just a blase shrug of her shoulders even as i told her that she had effectively destroyed my hopes of going to uni to study automotive design.
payback was good though...stupid hippy bitch kept getting a flat tyre on her horrible land rover...i did it for 2 months non-stop and she never cottoned on...i stopped after i told a mate what i'd been doing...he then went and slashed all 5 tyres with a knife
I had an affinity for design when at school and had got 90+% in previous exams, my Dad was a draftsman when I was young, I liked the clicky pencils.
Choosing GCSE classes for the final two years at Secondary School, I was told that I had to choose French or German (due to the constraints of my class scheduling) rather than be able to do the Design/Tech Drawing GCSE. I chose German, didn't try, got an E.
Give me a child until he is seven and I will show you the man.
This still rankles me, aged 41. What could have been...maybe appearing on Grand Designs as the oddly-shaped glasses wearing architect...
GCSE PE hockey assessment........i got her back a few years later when me and some friends broke into the gym store ......
This seems like you went back after leaving school/6th form??
I got an unjustified detention for throwing my book at my Geography teacher. He asked for too see my work book, I gestured that I would throw it too him, he nodded, so I frisbee threw it at him. He had to duck and then made me pick it up and gave me detention.
Still bloody annoys me 🙁
Oo I've got one more, dunno how I forgot this. Like the caveman before us when we were in early teens fire held a strange and powerful attraction. It wasn't long before we discovered that an aerosol can and a lighter made a brutally effective flame thrower. Part of my secondary school playing fields had some woods on it which we used to burn tree branches etc using the aerosol flame thrower method. Unfortunately our Physics teacher Mr Fawcett was taking a stroll through the same woods and caught us sneaking around. I dropped the lighter but the aerosol was too big to hide. Mr Fawcett looked at us in disgust and said he knew what we were up too and took us to see the headmaster. We expected a bollocking for lighting fires but were instead treated to lectures about how sniffing aerosols was bad and how we were sure to die if we did it again. I think at one point I even volunteered the information that we were in fact lighting fires which was rejected as preposterous lies to hide the truth. Dunno if my parents still believe that in the late eighties I was an aerosol sniffer.
My sister once poured a full cup of tea over my head. To this day I don't know why (apart from because I was her little brother).
I like many other teachers experienced adult injustices when Chris Woodhead (formerly head of Ofsted) woulds regularly berate state school teachers for having low expectations, redundant liberal 60s methods and lacking professionalism. I had spent years cajoling and dragging the marginalised and disaffected through the exam system so I detested him for this. Then it turns out that not only had he been sh*gging a sixth former, he also took the girl on holiday with him AND his wife. What a ****!Karma caught up with him in the end though.
This seems like you went back after leaving school/6th form??
no...i was in the 6th form at the same grammar school when i got her back. she was a cow of a teacher...hated anyone who demonstrated any sporting ability. rumour had it that she had been a semi pro tennis player but wasnt quite good enough to go professional and ended up as a pe teacher.
she scrapped our 6th form football team because she hated the idea of having to free up time for one of the male pe teachers to organise it. having a netball team was ok though.
there were about 8 of us who broke in so it wasnt just me who was pissed at her and when i say break in, it was more like just walking in as all the doors were unlocked
I got caned every Sunday lunch time for a term in front of the whole school for not attending the church service (boarding school).
I used to attend the church previously, but the first service of that term a bishop turned up and I realised with horror it was an Episcopalian church. This was a surprise to a wee Presbyterian Scot. I discussed this with my mate a German Lutheran and we decided not to go any longer.
So when the headmaster asked who hadn't been at church on Sunday, I put my hand up (my mate was smarter), and I got thrashed by him. This happened every week. I was Presbyterian enough to not lie about it and to accept the "do the crime, do the time" principle, but it was a pretty brutal way to treat a 12 year old.
Just before the end of term my housemaster asked me why I wasn't going to church and I told him. He told me to keep quiet about it, but I suspect he also had a word with the head because the question didn't get asked again and thereafter no one said a word about my non attendance.
I still remember the knot I used to get in my stomach every Sunday of that term. The bit in Luke "Suffer little children to come unto me" was never truer.
But for injustice it does not rankle half as much as being denied the bible prize at school in South Uist because my parents did not attend the church. 🙂
reminds me of this epicyclo:
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I can't believe it matters enough to people to either not go or to start hitting others over. But I guess it's a microcosm of the whole religious war things that happen so often.
Nursery School c. 1982. Told by the head-teacher to sit down and play with some really dull craft stuff instead of running around climbing on stuff like everyone else because I was "making too much noise".
An hour or so later, my group teacher tells me that's been long enough and I've learned my lesson and can go and play with the rest.
Five minutes later, head-teacher comes back in and sees me, makes me sit down for the rest of the day for "disobedience", despite my protests about having been released early for good behaviour.
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reminds me of this epicyclo:...
Yup that's about it.
jesus epicyclo, that's horrific & barbaric, actualy bodily harm is a crime for an adult nevermind as a child. Didn't your parents have anything to say about it?
This isn't a particularly interesting, but it's all I've got I think.
I was a girlie swot at school. Top stream for everything, and with all the social skills of an undiagnosed Aspie. I was rarely in trouble and far too much of a 'good kid' to ever get caught up in the sort of hi-jinks enjoyed by the cool kids. Coupled with the fact that I was the runt of the litter, this meant I was systematically bullied for about three years (until I snapped one day and beat the shite out of the main perpetrator, but that's another story).
At the back of our CDT room was a walk-in cupboard. I'd gone in to get something, and some wag decided it'd be hilarious to lock me in. The teacher at the time was a supply teacher, and he'd sloped off for a fag or something.
I made a bid for freedom, as whilst I was seven stone wet through I had by this point reached zero tolerance for being pushed around. Just as I had almost kicked the door off its hinges, the supply teacher returned and opened the door. In hindsight, I suspect they'd seen him coming and quietly unlocked it and I was too busy fighting my way out to realise.
I fell out of the back room absolutely raging for blood, and expecting the teacher to administer some justice to those who'd locked me in. Instead, he proceeded to give me a right bollocking in front of the class, messing about, damage to school property, god knows what else.
I politely and eloquently explained something to the tune of "you can **** right off" at which point I was frog-marched to the headmaster's office and given detention. Which was just great meaning apart from anything else I'd miss the school bus and have to walk home alone. They've thought about this. Nearly three decades later I'm still annoyed about it.
As an aside, the lesson was a shambles. The regular teacher used to take the register, then sod off to the staff room to chain smoke. He'd return ten minutes before the end of the lesson to get us to tidy up and send us on our way. After two years (plus the three pre-Options years) I had a non-existent project beyond a frame and a few sketches and had learned the square root of nothing whatsoever. Two weeks before the exams I realised I was going to bomb spectacularly, so I broke into the lab one lunchtime, picked the lock on the supplies cupboard and stole a copy of each of the course module textbooks (something like 7 or 8 books I think). Spent the two weeks "revising" - ie, teaching myself the subject from scratch with no help - sat the exam and came out with a 'B' overall. I nearly fell over when I got my results.
When I was 7 the headmaster came and checked the soles of my shoes. The next thing I was been interviewed by the CID for breaking into the School on the Friday before. I can remember responding to the question about what I was doing on Friday night was watching play your cards right. God knows how many policies were broken even in 1980.
jesus epicyclo, that's horrific & barbaric, actualy bodily harm is a crime for an adult nevermind as a child. Didn't your parents have anything to say about it?
As South Uist Presbyterians they were most likely appalled and horrified that anyone would beat a child ON THE SABBATH! 😯
@epicyclo - wouldn't you love to go back in time a la 'back to the future' and turn up on the school stage with a baseball bat and 2 of your hardest mates, from behind the curtain just as he raises the cane above the younger you.
An old girlfriend refused to believe me when I said greenhouse gases came from aerosol cans
She was right.
Greenhouse gases = burning things and farm waste.
Aerosol cans = CFC gases (back then) which destroyed the ozone layer.
Two different issues.
jekkyl - Member
jesus epicyclo, that's horrific & barbaric, actualy bodily harm is a crime for an adult nevermind as a child. Didn't your parents have anything to say about it?@epicyclo - wouldn't you love to go back in time a la 'back to the future' and turn up on the school stage with a baseball bat and 2 of your hardest mates
I never told them. Just part of normal boarding school life back then. They were horrified at the amount of canings I'd got at that school when I casually mentioned it to them much later in life.
As for retribution, if I had been inclined, I would have tried to thump him then. No mates required.
It's only in retrospect I thought it wrong. My attitude was I broke the rules, so take the punishment. It didn't deter me because I believed I was in the right.
I'd spent my previous years in one of the roughest parts of Edinburgh, so was pretty well hardened to the odd spot of brutality and violence and was fairly "handy", not to mention my introduction to sectarian violence as an even younger kid in S. Uist. With that sort of background you learn to take a beating without flinching and keep coming back. Typical Scottish upbringing back then I suspect.
[i]wouldn't you love to go back in time a la 'back to the future' and turn up on the school stage with a baseball bat and 2 of your hardest mates, from behind the curtain just as he raises the cane above the younger you. [/i]
Actually, from most of the answers on here people would probably rather go back and say;
"Why are you doing this to me?"
and not from the position where they felt they had no power, no control and no other authority to appeal to that they were in when it happened.
She was right.Greenhouse gases = burning things and farm waste.
Aerosol cans = CFC gases (back then) which destroyed the ozone layer.Two different issues.
No she wasn't. CFCs are a type of greenhouse gas.
I think a what did you get away with at school thread would be satisfying
So she should perhaps have said a negligible proportion of greenhouse gases come aerosol cans.
There was confusion of the "greenhouse effect - climatic change" and "ozone layer" issues so I'm with his girlfriend who was more worried about the impact of cars, farming and power stations than the tiny amount of greenhouse gases from aerosols. That small amount of CFC gas was seriously damaging the ozone layer but insignificant as a greenhouse gas when compared with fossil fuel burning.
Stopping CFC production saved the ozone layer but was insignificant in slowing climatic change.
I was always good at school, but I got put up for the cane once:
There was an old, butt-ugly female teacher whose (Welsh) nickname loosely translated as 'Fordson Tractor' - I guess she must have known about it:
My mates and I were making engine and gear changing noises as we ran up some stairs (as early teenage boys do). She came storming down the stairs, absolutely livid, convinced we were making fun of her, and hauled us off to the headmaster's office to be caned. Luckily for us, the headmaster (a psycho who would, without question, have caned us) was out, so we got handed to the Deputy Head. She gave her version of the way we had taunted her, and how disgraceful our behaviour was (all the time avoiding any reference to specifics) while we stood, open-mouthed at the blatant lies she was telling.
When she left, he indulged an about half an hour of psychological torture - being made to wait with our hands out, while he did a lot of cane-swishing and desk thwacking. Then he just opened the door and told us to go - Yay! 🙂
PE teacher? He was just a sadistic ****.
As a fairly timid 11 year old was dragged in front of an angry Head Master for throwing a snowball at his office window during break time. Protests were met with a confusing revelation that he saw me do it!
Some weeks later in assembly he held up a large ball bearing that had come through the same window. Again he announced he knew who the culprit was and they were to stay behind afterwards. As if.
Tillydog - see my post above. I firmly believe that every PE teacher post in the country in the 70's and 80's absolutely required the candidate to be a complete sadist. Possibly still the case today, who knows?