To think this teacher had it right, really

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Was thinking about my schooling and the last year of primary we had a teacher who just used to read Roald Dahl books to us and teach us about fossils. He also gave us boiled sweets all the time. He also used to talk about his holidays a lot.

I remember being at the time but in hindsight it was actually the best year of school!

Can you remember any oddities from school?

My headteacher (who was my teacher for my last 3 years at primary) adored maths and music. There are many things I don't know, but my mental maths is sh*t hot and I can dosey doe all night long

Just a history teacher who when he got on the subject of people having large families would decide to teach us about sex instead. We just got bored! Every sodding lesson was the same. No wonder I traunted often.

We had a History teacher in secondary school who was really passionate about medieval history. No matter what the subject was we used to ask a question about his favourite topic and he'd spend the whole lesson talking about it. We'd go weeks without ever putting pen to paper.

My best teachers were the strictest, no-nonsense tyrants! Think fast clippety-clopping along cloister halls, spittle flying everywhere in a rage at the slightest misdemeanour.

I buckled right down for them and was petrified not to. They were also the most passionate about their subjects and helped their pupils achieve the highest grades.

As a grown up, I can look back and appreciate it.

Mrs Pearson...my Junior 2 teacher (year 4 in new money 😉)

She was very old (to me anyway, but who knows 😆) and super strict!! She wore brown everything, and we all did exactly as we were told! I expect she was really very lovely, and just a bloody good teacher...I still remember many of her lessons and her 'sayings'...we did a topic on Ancient Greece and it was just brilliant, and she taught grammar with zero tolerance for error 😂

Considering this was well over 45 years ago, you can see how fab she probably was...strict, yes, but not scary. When she died about 20 years ago, the church was packed with ex pupils. I think her family were a little overwhelmed. It was a huge church and there was standing room only at the back. A very fondly remembered lady.

I like to think that my class will remember me in 45 years time, and come to see me off when I pop my clogs 🥰

We had a bonkers teacher who was also obsessed Roald Dahl and would read out loud for hours. He was also obsessed with conga eel fishing though and could talk for hours (we timed him) if someone asked him about a fishing trip that was it, we all had to sit down and listen. He later lost his job for drinking during the school day, which makes perfect sense in hindsight.

Our teacher in the last year of juniors really couldn’t be arsed to teach us anything. I remember lots of “silent reading” and plodding through our maths workbooks with very little input from him, until everyone got fidgety, then he’d take us out into the playground for epic games of rounders that went on for ages. Years later my mum told me that all the parents had thought he was useless and had complained to the school, but we thought he was brilliant (who doesn’t love epic games of rounders?)

It was in the days of pre-Ofsted and national curriculum, and there was no 11 plus in our part of the county, so there was no real pressure on him I suppose. The first term of secondary was a bit of a rude awakening me though!

All the teachers in my primary school were like your teacher; in the 70s nd 80s that's what education was like. And it was bloody brilliant! Bring it back!

My RE teacher at secondary school played us Imagine by John Lennon on our first day and it was such a spiritual moment for me. I’ve loved that song ever since.
My history teacher played Roots to us and it really helped to educate me about the horrific black slave trade.

I’ve just remembered about my Junior 4 (Y6) teacher (I won’t name him!)

He had only been at my school for a year before I went up to the top juniors, and I think he was fairly young...no older than 30 I’d say (hard to remember really so long ago!). He favoured the boys, massively! To the point that parents of girls started to complain. He had this huge wooden desk at the front of the room and used to call us out to read next to him as he sat at the desk, while everyone else was working. The boys always seemed to get to read MUCH more than the girls.

Anyway, over the Easter holidays that year he organised a two week camping holiday in France for the J3&4 children. I went and my brother who was the year below me also went. There were 4 HUGE tents...two girls tents and two boys. The female adults who came had their own tent, as did the male adults...but he, bizarrely, shared with one of the boys tents! Anyway...you can see where this is heading...he was arrested not long after 🤷‍♀️😢 He was jailed but not for long, and still lives not far from my mum...must be in his 70s now 😱