Our classics teacher was the dad of a boy in my year/form. In Greece we dared him to max out the speedo past 160km/hr on the minibus - took him four attempts as the first three we nearly crashed. Dared him to overtake on the mountain road up to Delphi, lost a wheel off the unpaved area on the side of the road and a hub cap went flying off. He got a bollocking from the head of languages for overtaking his minibus too. Oh and he shredded a tyre U-turning over exposed roadworks. He often supervised girls’ sports lessons. He was ‘asked to leave’ after years of complaints.
Another teacher was called Mr (Chris) Hunt, and left after a year of torment.
One of the crazy butch ex-army type Biology teachers pumped out his own blood for one of our experiments in class.
I was responsible for at least two teachers nearly having breakdowns, too easily manipulated into being the class clown. Felt so bad I apologised to both. One of the oooold history teachers had complaints against her cos books came back reeking of cigarettes. She had the huskiest cough I’d ever heard.
Watched a kid’s nose explode with blood after a stray cricket ball. He turned out to be a dick anyway.
One guy brought in hash brownies one day and all the boys who ate them ended up missing class from being sick. I had to say to the teacher it must have been food at lunch. That same guy got kicked out a year later for offering his French exchange person a joint, who untypical of French kids freaked out and reported him.
One of the few overtly gay guys stole a minibus and took it for a joyride and returned it undamaged, got a short suspension. Seemed to act like a badass after.
Had to cover for someone after the fad of ‘bush jumping’ - jumping out the class window into the bushes outside - when he gashed his forearm wide open.
This reminds me of the time our otherwise decent PE teacher insisted that the severely haemophiliac kid keep wicket when we were playing with the proper Dukes ball and wore one to the face. Nobody saw that kid until the next academic year
Our classics teacher was the dad of a boy in my year/form. In Greece we dared him to max out the speedo past 160km/hr on the minibus - took him four attempts as the first three we nearly crashed. Dared him to overtake on the mountain road up to Delphi, lost a wheel off the unpaved area on the side of the road and a hub cap went flying off. He got a bollocking from the head of languages for overtaking his minibus too. Oh and he shredded a tyre U-turning over exposed roadworks. He often supervised girls’ sports lessons. He was ‘asked to leave’ after years of complaints.
Another teacher was called Mr (Chris) Hunt, and left after a year of torment.
One of the crazy butch ex-army type Biology teachers pumped out his own blood for one of our experiments in class.
I was responsible for at least two teachers nearly having breakdowns, too easily manipulated into being the class clown. Felt so bad I apologised to both. One of the oooold history teachers had complaints against her cos books came back reeking of cigarettes. She had the huskiest cough I’d ever heard.
Watched a kid’s nose explode with blood after a stray cricket ball. He turned out to be a dick anyway.
One guy brought in hash brownies one day and all the boys who ate them ended up missing class from being sick. I had to say to the teacher it must have been food at lunch. That same guy got kicked out a year later for offering his French exchange person a joint, who untypical of French kids freaked out and reported him.
One of the few overtly gay guys stole a minibus and took it for a joyride and returned it undamaged, got a short suspension. Seemed to act like a badass after.
Had to cover for someone after the fad of ‘bush jumping’ - jumping out the class window into the bushes outside - when he gashed his forearm wide open.
Man I fucking hated school.