This thread reminds me of an incident now forty years ago when I was at law college near Chester. Between intensive classroom work in the morning and intensive swotting in the afternoon I liked to go into town for a swim. There was a training pool and an adult pool, but only one male and female changing area; the men’s was bench-and-locker and I assume the women’s was the same. If there was a class or half-class of boys when I was changing I just stayed as far from them as I could.
So there I was one morning vigorously towelling my back when a female teacher sailed in calling Come on, you boys, hurry up until I yelled Madam, get out! when she turned round and ran for it.
The little buggers charming lads loved it, of course, and told me I should complain, and gave me her name, and the name of the school, and the number of the class, and they were third-year junior, I don’t know what that that is in new money but they were ten, rising eleven.
And one of them, a bit quieter than the others, said It’s not just you, Sir, she has no business coming in when we are changing, we are too old and quite apart from liking the Sir I agreed with him.
I would have complained but she met me in the hall outside and apologised. Said she had no idea that anyone was using the adult pool at that time, and boys needed chivvying or they would take for ever. I accepted her apology but said she could count on me being there any day until the end of the school year (in fact I was on a six month course but I saw no reason to tell her that) and she and any other female teacher at her school would have to stay out. If the boys were slow that was her problem.
I saw her and her class many more times – but she never did it again!