Weird things your teachers did, which they would be fired for today.....(440 Posts)
Bit of a random question, but I was chatting with an old school friend the other day and we were remembering our teacher at primary school having a new bathroom fitted and she wanted to check how the workmen were doing.
The whole class was told to 'line up at the door' and off we marched down the road to her house, with teacher leading the way (small town BTW she lived near the school!) but no other adults in sight.
We then all sat in her back garden while she chatted to the plumber!
Ok this was back in the 80s but it made me think - you would never get away with this today.
Anyone else got a similar story from before the days of the national curriculum and parental consent forms etc?!
Constant talker having his mouth taped up so he couldn't speak throughout the lesson
Constantly sleepy child having an official 'poker' who was required to jab him in the ribs every five minutes.
when I was in P7 ('78) in our country primary, two girls were the headmaster's secretaries, answering the phone and redirecting calls to the Canteen etc.
One of my pals was Dyslexic (sp?) and the teacher who ran a private tutoring business outside school called him a moron and would never come to anything. when he graduated with his Phd , my mate invited the git as a guest to the ceremony! needless to say he didn't reply.
one of the best teachers I have ever experienced taught me junior biology. doing anaerobic respiration she demonstrated how to make wine and told us how one of her pals had done it and screwed the top tight onto the bottle, which then exploded. the room was left smelling "like a brothel" and she was picking glass out of books for months. she went on to train teachers in Uni and was also an inspector. bumped into her in a coffee shop after 30 years and she remembered my name straight away.
in 5th form our physics teacher would often go for a wander. one of my classmate was off the scale genius and used the unsupervised time to rig a solenoid to the metal door handle. as the rooms were all connected through stores and prep rooms, the teachers were forever popping into the next room. well, the next door teacher looked in asked Where's mr X? was told "our for a wander" then he noticed the wires to the door. he asked what was going on, and Dave explained that he'd rigged the door to give Mr X a shock when he returned. the teacher then got out his calculator and CHECKED THE MATHS, before deciding that the shock wouldn't be fatal and then called his own class and two lab techs to come into the room to watch!!
the shock blew the poor guy across the corridor........
when I became a teacher I took over from a guy who had resigned to concentrate on his taxi business. fair enough, but he was famous for getting calls during class from his wife who operated as dispatcher, then he'd leave work for the class (tech drawing) and disappear to take the fare! this was the mid noughties......
When I was in the tech room and my HOD was at the other end of the school in the drawing office, he would send me notes on a full sheet of A1 drawing paper, and I would send 4 kids back with a reply written on a 8 x 4 sheet of plywood!
and one that I did, right up til my early retirement last year..... if a kid came (AGAIN) complaining of a headache and wanting sent home I'd say, "I'm a first aider. I can sort you out, come down to the workshop" I'd open a vice and tell them to put their hand in.
they'd look all confused and ask why.
"because when I tighten the vice, you'll forget all about the headache and go to PE instead of trying to mitch!"
NO ONE ever put their hand in, and NO ONE ever tried it twice!!
I can remember 1 accompanying a girl to the toilet to wash her mouth out with soap for swearing in class! Another teacher stapled a piece of card around a boys neck to make him look like a vicar and made him sit on a chair in front of everyone for the duration of the lesson as punishment for messing around in class. This was a church of England school in the mid 80's.
This all happened about three or four years ago at my very nice girls grammar:
Physics teacher locked someone in a cupboard and left them there for the whole lesson because they were talking (still teaching, Head of Science)
English teacher had what must have been a nervous breakdown in front of my class and started hitting himself, on his knees whilst saying "I'm hurting now girls, is that what you want?" (we were all very uncomfortable because all we'd done was ask for some essays back)
Same teacher, when asked if he'd marked some practice coursework threw them all in the bin and stamped on it, because it wasn't worth his time. He hadn't even read them.
(He took some time off for his "mental health" shortly afterwards.
And at the boys school, the PE teacher in charge of cross-country still chases the boys on his bike.
My chemistry teacher, realising that I was never going to be Marie Curie used to let me do the homework of subjects that I was good at in his lessons. He did demand that I memorise the shorthand version of different chemicals and minerals, just so he could take the shame out of eye. He couldn't understand how somebody could be so good at the "reasoning" subjects and be so utterly crap at the "logical" subjects. Miss Moskowicz, my maths teacher was not so charitable. Once she saw that I was very good at mental arithmetic, she convinced herself that I had aptitude for maths. Little did she know that I forced myself to have competence in adding and subtracting as I did not want to be ripped off in my adult life! What Christ use has Triginomtry (I can't even be bothered to look up the correct spelling, so traumatised I am still about it) in real life?
Geography teacher who would always drag up on the last night of the field trip not really sure why
Head teacher who was a theatre fan fancied going to the RSC every year so would organise a coach trip. We'd be left to our own devices and unchaperoned to wander around Stratford from arrival to the start of the performance.
French/PE teacher was a legend. Belonged to the metre rule/blackboard duster school of discipline but also created the "red hand gang" for boys who forgot towels etc. they'd be walloped on their bare bum until he left a red handprint...
I got stood out for being left handed ! Early 80's !!!
I trained to be a teacher in the 1980s and I can remember the lectures on behaviour and discipline, giving a list of management strategies which listed throwing chalk, throwing rubber and throwing blackboard rubber! The lecturer just said 'erm, ignore points 3,4 and 5 on the list as they aren't legal anymore!!' Even then we were all a bit gobsmacked!
I've just recalled a shocker.. at my junior school, about late 70s/ early 80s.. my two friends would regularly wait outside the
smoke filled staffroom, and ask for the fag ends! Our form teacher would deal them out to these two little girls (who were about 9 at the time) without a word said.. they'd then go off behind the bike sheds and smoke them with a nicked lighter!
The usual board rubbers chucked. There was one teacher that twisted a mates ear so hard that it bled - nothing was said!
We had a chemistry teacher who would put his left hand on your head, with his wedding ring touching it & then hit the top of it with his clenched fist - felt like it cracked your skull!
Was messing around in Indoor Games once so the teacher made me bend over & touch my toes & then whacked me as hard as he could with a cricket bat. It hurt so much I couldn't cry!!
Drama detention where I had to write about a film I'd seen, I did "American Werewolf in London" & the teacher liked the sound of it so much she went to see it.
Ashtrays on desks, trips to france where everyone bought flick knives & then threw them overboard before we reached the UK.
Being made to eat mince with lumps of gristle in it, throwing up on the plate & then being made to keep eating the un-vommed bits by a horrible, warty dinner lady....
The Army was a breeze after that lot!!
we had an art teacher who sprayed perfume in your ear if u werent paying attention...it was always horrible stuff that you couldnt wash the smell away.
I went to a catholic primary school (90's) and at 7 years old I was made to stand on a chair in the corner of the room and hold a massive bible with outstretched arms because I spelt rhododendron wrong.
We were also told that we would burn in hell if we did not atyend churxh with both our mother and father present. ( pretty hard with an absent father tjat one)
Ive never seen my mum so mad in my entire life when she found this out!
She wouldn't be fired but primary school teacher called us 10 year olds "cretins" because we hadn't heard of Chernobyl (this was 1990).
High school teacher threw a duster at a 14yo classmate for talking. She fled the room in tears. Teacher gave the rest of us a talking to, telling us not to let our hormones rule us.
Another high sch teacher was a volunteer firefighter and would run out of the class when the siren went. Kids liked going to his ,maths class on the off chance he'd have to leave in a hurry.
My form tutor was much loved by everyone (sadly passed away recently) he was diabetic and would send students to the shop for marsbars abd cans of coke.
His rages were legendary! We all knew it was his bloodsugar causing it and just let him have a rant one boy was a complete troublemaker, decided to push his luck and keep pushing, eventually mr m got the rage and picked up an art stool and launched it across the room at him, boy ran off to the head to complain and insist he was fired, mr m went and sat in his store cupbourd and looked convinced he would be sacked what with 35 witnesses in the room, when the investigation started and we were interviewed individually about what had happened everyone unprompted said the same "we saw nothing, nothing happened" mr m kept his job and the boy got lots of detentions.
Shortly after we left school the Boy went missing, with a massive missing persons search, three months later he was found in the river he'd taken drugs and fallen in.
This was 1998-1999 so schools were cracking down on discipline and the kids knew it.
i might be abit late but i remember at primary school our pe teacher (male) used to call me legs eleven that would probably be wrong on so many levels nowadays
My art teacher hung a boy (by his collar) on a coat peg because he wouldn't stop getting out of his seat. Our head of drama was alsosacked for passing a joint around at an after show party, so we'll say no moee about that
I was once squatting down talking to a couple of girls sitting at a desk. Our English teacher thought it appropriate to come up behind me, wrap his legs around my waist and squeeze his thighs together.
He was about 60, still lived with his mother and wore the same clothes for a term so stunk.
So there I was feeling sick with the smell and sick because I could feel his erection and looking at the girl opposite me whose face showed she couldn't quite believe it either.
Miss Potts gave me a lift home once when I missed the bus.
When I was 11 we had a school trip to London and we went in the chamber of horrors at madam tussards. I was scared and my (male) teacher held my hand in a purely platonic reassuring way, they wouldn't dare do such a thing today.
Oh and the time we were taken to London for the Weekend with school age 12 and fended for ourselves and left with no rules while the teachers went out and got drunk.
Havent read all thread but in regards to first post, at dds old private school I arrived to pick her up early from school as arranged for an appointment and no one was there from her class. Other classes had gone to practice play at local hall but their class was not doing it and none of teachers knew where class had gone!
They came back an hour later, teacher had forgot I was coming early, had gone to her house in mini bus with the 15 children because she was due a delivery and the kids had spent the afternoon playing with her dog in the garden and drinking lemonade! Wasgobsmacked.
Maths teacher who used me, a rather top heavy 14 yo to explain "top heavy fractions"
My biology teacher (in an A-Level class) suddenly dashed out of school because she had left something on the stove (I thought it was honey, but can't see why you'd need to heat it?).
We were just copying notes from the board so like bloody dull and good little girls we just carried on until the bell went.
She would get sacked probably for both her desertion, and the lack of real teaching...
My year 8 maths teacher spent the entire year pretending we were in a relationship. He used to say to the class "me and Nichy had a great time last night. Shall we go out again tonight" etc.
DH's headmaster got him to service his car in the lunch hour.
I went to a Scottish school where teachers were allowed to punish pupils with a leather belt. I remember one teacher nearly broke a child's fingers because he belted him so hard.
My history teacher got so sick of me and my friend giggling that he locked us up in the book cupboard for the rest of the lesson.
French teacher being lecherous to one of the girls in my 1st year at high school.
Art teacher couldn't be bothered to teach us the history of art part of our course. It was, I believe, half the course but he just didn't teach any of it. I only passed because I went to the library and taught myself the course.
Teachers smoking in class.
Kids being hit over the head by their teachers.
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