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!!