Having read the topic about the best teacher it seemed obvious that to my mind we ought to have one regarding the worst teacher and the damage done. Many of us count our experience back to the 'good old days' when ritual humiliation, caning and the all fear that went with it were the norm.:loopy:

I was singled out as a [ let's be generous ] 12 year old and told to stop singing, my voice having started to break. My musical interest was extinguished at a stroke. Masterful. :(

Or how about my experience of science where I was picked out for 3 years and caned by one particular teacher who saw me as the soft option, whereas the real culprits went unpunished. That teacher got his comeuppance when as a 16 year ols he tried it on and I would accept his version of justice.:suspect:

Or technical drawing where an entire year group were terrorised not to say traumatised by one particlar sadistic and vindictive *******.:gag:

Or Woodwork [as it then was] where the slamming of a chisel into the desk was done to impress us. It happened inches from my hand. He received a mouthful and threatened the cane. This was countered with a call to go public about the psycho with a chisel.:confused:

Metalwork was no better where a rampant bull of a man dragged pupils around the workshop by their hair.:help:

Maths ahd the uncontrolled tyrades of an old man who tried to physically drag students over their desk fronts.:huh:

History where the damage was much more insidious; we learnt nothing other than that St. Johnstone are the only British football team with a 'J' in their name. How that comes in very handy when recalling the Kings of England.:rant:

Over to you. Humour me and I'll come back with names and place. That's if you do not beat me to it now I've jogged a few memories of those good old days. Best teacher? The one who took the day off.:D

:o OMG What school did you go to???

By 'eck, them were the days lad!

:o OMG What school did you go to???

Approved ?

I said humour me. :hihi: I went to a 'good' school at the time and it seems from what I can gather that it has gone from strength to strength. Indeed, I was prompted to make this posting following my read of the 'best teacher' thread.

I didn't mention PE in my original posting. How about this for a memory jogger; the immortal phrase 'Last one out of the gym gets a hair pull'. It didn't matter you stood in that line we were subjected to being pulled on to tip toe by those strands of hair below the temple. Oh, such good clean fun. I think Himmler was ana dversary of that particular one. And then there's the size 13 slipper that was kept in the PE office and liberally used.:banana:

And when I say caning, don't think of the Bash street kids and some whippy bit of bamboo. It was one inch thick dowel. No flex. No give. Just a solid beating that pummelled the fingers and burst the veins. :evil:

You've yet to humour me. No wonderful memories of the happiest days of your life?:partyhat:

I've just read there have been 44 viewings of this thread. Forty of whom choose not to post. I thought the good folk of the North were forthright in putting their views? Or was it all apple pie and cream?:love:

A very funny joke made about the school being 'approved'. Oh, how that made me laugh.:mad:

All that sadistic brutality metered out on a daily basis and I get a glib comment. Must be a Catholic; why examine the past? Why indeed. Some might think because some of those responsible are still teaching.:(

Have I mentioned being given 4 of the best for shouting 'flipping heck' during a football match?:loopy:

I have heard enough stories from my old man to know what your talking about.

He went to school in the late 40's, they got rubber pipes, cane, slipper, hair pull, waist paper basket etc. Some of the teachers were ex army, battle hardened nutters back from WW2, even the parents daren't complain to the school for fear of getting sorted out.

My schooling was in a much more civilised era, 70's :)

Care to name a date.

Glad you liked the joke :thumbsup:

yeah but just think how much stronger you are for it:banana: :banana: :loopy:
We Had simular cretin's at my school (i use the term school loosly) it was a training camp for the syco's who could'nt make it in the prison service for mental resons :gag: :loopy:
That delightfull little place was called HINDE HOUSE there where teacher's(if it was now) there who not only would they get the sack but would have been sent to prison :suspect: this all happend in the year's of 1972-1976 the time i spent at that school i class as some of the darkest of my life
What a total waste of time, it was absolutly brilliante when i left

Glynn

Well, I don' t know people. I attended Anns Road school from 1945 until 1951 and High Storrs Grammar until 1956 and I never encountered any teachers like that. When I got disciplined I can't say that I didn't deserve it and the discipline involved the cane or writing out "lines" I guess that all the psychos had gravitated to someplace else.

Having read the topic about the best teacher it seemed obvious that to my mind we ought to have one regarding the worst teacher and the damage done. Many of us count our experience back to the 'good old days' when ritual humiliation, caning and the all fear that went with it were the norm.:loopy:

I was singled out as a [ let's be generous ] 12 year old and told to stop singing, my voice having started to break. My musical interest was extinguished at a stroke. Masterful. :(

Or how about my experience of science where I was picked out for 3 years and caned by one particular teacher who saw me as the soft option, whereas the real culprits went unpunished. That teacher got his comeuppance when as a 16 year ols he tried it on and I would accept his version of justice.:suspect:

Or technical drawing where an entire year group were terrorised not to say traumatised by one particlar sadistic and vindictive *******.:gag:

Or Woodwork [as it then was] where the slamming of a chisel into the desk was done to impress us. It happened inches from my hand. He received a mouthful and threatened the cane. This was countered with a call to go public about the psycho with a chisel.:confused:

Metalwork was no better where a rampant bull of a man dragged pupils around the workshop by their hair.:help:

Maths ahd the uncontrolled tyrades of an old man who tried to physically drag students over their desk fronts.:huh:

History where the damage was much more insidious; we learnt nothing other than that St. Johnstone are the only British football team with a 'J' in their name. How that comes in very handy when recalling the Kings of England.:rant:

Over to you. Humour me and I'll come back with names and place. That's if you do not beat me to it now I've jogged a few memories of those good old days. Best teacher? The one who took the day off.:D

I note you didn’t include a teacher of English. Yours is quite good. Correct spelling etc. So, despite your trials and tribulations you did learn something so your school was not a complete waste of time, was it? On the other hand you might have gone to Evening Classes in order to improve your education?
If such was the case, I note that your bad school with its bad teachers didn’t put you off education altogether.

When I was at school — High Storrs Grammar — I had more canings than anyone in the entire school, and wrote out more lines about things I should not do than anyone else in the entire school. I admit I was a bit of a handful, but I didn’t let it interfere with my education and despite being voted the pupil most likely not to succeed I have over the years succeeded, and I’m still succeeding.

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Hi PeterW,

I take your point but there were certainly a few sadistic "b*****ds" in teaching years ago, and not just men either.

I went to Burngreave Secondary Modern (1948-1951) but only remember a couple of the teachers who seemed to take it out of certain individuals just for the "Hell-of it". I was in the "A" grade/stream throughout so our teachers were quite reasonable: however, if you were in the "B" or "C" grade, it could be little more brutal.

It was really just part of the system then. The grammer schools got the pick of the teachers and the secondary moderns got what was left, plus the sadists/misfits.

For those of you who are too young to have experienced the secondary modern concept, it was the product of Whitehall at its most "creative".

The purpose of a Secondary Modern School was: " Not to educate but rather to Incarcerate". They were basically warehouses where kids were stored, at the age of 11, until they could be let out of the door at 15 to get a job. Anything that you learnt while there was just a bonus.

Regards

Never went through a Secondary Modern School but knowing Whitehall and Governments for what they are I can well believe the ‘warehouses where kids were stored’. And I can well believe there were sadistic teachers, some of whom were thieves — but that’s another story!

My chemistry teacher told me at the beginning of my A levels that I would never amount to anything and should give up on my education now and get a job stacking shelves at tescos.
It was incredibly satisfying to go back with my younger brother 7 years later to pick up his exam results and tell the teacher about my BSc in genetics, my masters and my Phd in molecular oncology, and to point out that, in the case of the work I do...those who can do and those who cant teach! never seen him lost for words before !

Aw, my post has been removed too. I thought I was rather flattering about the teacher concerned; I think he would have appreciated it. I certainly had nothing but respect for him. Charisma, presence, the ability to hold a class in awe of him as well as in silence. I don't suppose there are many teachere like that these days.

I detested my secondary school's attitude to P.E.

At primary school, I'd been an able gymnast, in the girls football team, netball team and swimming team. I also used to play badminton and go trampolining on a weekend. I think it's fair to say i was reasonably sporty.

Fast forward two years.

Our secondary school was very elitest when it came to netball which it seemed girls sport was focused around. There were a lot of very good netball players at my school (some of my peers still play for Yorkshire county) and those of us middling ones got pushed to one side. It seemed if you were good at netball, you were good at rock climbing, orienteering and ice skating. It was the same for boys who were good at football. Unless you were Barnsley/Wed standard, forget it learning to do anything new. For years, I hated team sports.

To me, they should be encouraging the kids who don't like netball, football to find a sporting passion. For me, it was swimming - my swimming teacher was brilliant and he encouraged all abilities. There was a good male teacher who kept up the girls footie and trampolining for a year but then he left and the trampoline never came out again ;-( But I know in conversation with mates from school that they didn't like sport again until way after they left school and discovered the gym from being unfit.

...those who can do and those who cant teach!

Not really a fair comment is it?:loopy:

I teach science to 14-16 year olds and Chemistry and Physics at A-level. My philosophy of teaching is that every lesson should count for every pupil. You only get one chance, and nobody has the right to spoil it.

I am well qualified and could do thousands of other jobs but I choose to teach because I enjoy it. :rant:

If you want to bring back the good old days contribute to this thread:
http://www.sheffieldforum.co.uk/showthread.php?t=100773

In my last year in the junior school in the mid 50s I had a "so called" teacher who made my life a misery.He would single me out at every opportunity and give me a smack or the slipper, Just getting a sum wrong would mean a caning. What a relief when I moved up into the senior school .But just imagine my dismay when our new teacher walked in and it was the same sadistic b*****d .The first thing he did was to call me out and give me a stroke of the cane on each hand ,just as an example to everybody.Lucky for me he only lasted a few weeks then moved to another school. And they talk about bullying nowdays, it's nowt new. The only thing he tought me was to hate school and the teachers. :(

Not really a fair comment is it?:loopy:

I teach science to 14-16 year olds and Chemistry and Physics at A-level. My philosophy of teaching is that every lesson should count for every pupil. You only get one chance, and nobody has the right to spoil it.

I am well qualified and could do thousands of other jobs but I choose to teach because I enjoy it. :rant:

If you want to bring back the good old days contribute to this thread:
http://www.sheffieldforum.co.uk/showthread.php?t=100773

chill out...:cool: my comment was in reference to this one particular teacher. I am sure there are some good science teachers out there...just not at my school. In this mans particular case he failed to hold down a research career and became a teacher as a second choice...so in his case my comment is true.
However, if you want to start a debate on all that is wrong with the teaching system feel free and I will contribute my thoughts :rolleyes: .

OK, sorry. :thumbsup:

Comments always got thrown around about teachers being rubbish though and although there are loads of s**t ones, we're not all bad. :)

It's terrible reading this thread how pupils were treated by their teachers. I'm glad things aren't still the same but something has to change with how the system is run at the moment.

I won't get into the debate here if you don't mind - it could go on forever:D

Latin Teacher - If a child misbehaved he was made to sit under the desk at the teacher's feet. If said child moved or made a noise he was kicked.
Gym Teacher - Freely used the leather bound end of the climbing ropes to beat children on the backside.
Maths Teacher - A genuinely nice bloke if you were on his right side. Would routinely move children around by grasping the hair at their temple and pulling upwards.
History Teacher - Sadist and oddball. Had the sole of a size 12 plimsole kept in his briefcase. This was used on the backside of any child who offended him and any minor way. The beating would continue until the child howled, whether that took 6 or 20 "of the best"
Scripture Teacher - Eventually sacked for alledgedly interfearing with small boys.
I could go on but see no point.
These teachers were a sign of the times and the personalities that teaching used to attract. Thankfully these times and attitudes are now past and we, as a society, have decided that this level of brutal bullying by teachers should be consigned to the same history books as child labour.
The school I refer to I will not identify as it is still highly regarded and still (as then) produces excellent acamademic results.

We had a fair mix of teachers at our school. I think all demanded respect - unfortunately few returned it to the pupils. A variety of weapons were used to keep us in order and included assorted canes, oversized slippers, wooden dowel and one teacher used a bunch of keys to hit you with :loopy: The woodwork teacher made himself the 'sole of a slipper' which was shaped from a piece of ply.

During one games lesson in the school yard, a particularly sadistic teacher thought it would be fun to throw a ball at me as hard as he could. Admittedly I did say "bl**dy h**l", more out of shock than anything. My punishment was being hit by him with a cricket bat. Forty something years on and I still hate the b****rd.

On a brighter note, some teachers did only punish you when it was deserved, ie when you didn't obey the 'rules'. Unfortunately the punishment was often excessive. The thing is, in those days, we seemed to accept our punishment. Maybe not willingly, but we didn't moan too much about it either. However, on occasions I did seek retribution. For example, the English teacher was fond of growing plants from seed and cuttings which he grew on the window ledge. As my punishment to him I took some weed killer and poured it on all the plants. Needless to say he was absolutely furious.

All this nostalgia for yer schooldays. Thought you'd therefore enjoy a brand new website which has given me such a laugh. www.evildetentions.co.uk. It needs spell checking still - that's how new it is, only started in March. But it's absolutely brilliant and has had 55,000 hits already! If you've a friend or relative who's a teacher, introduce them to it. It'll cheer them up, especially on those days when the little b.....ds ain't learnt nuffink. (An afterthought - do you think this generation of kids is making teachers suffer for what was done to their parents and grandparents by a few sadists?)

I remember a teacher at Southey School dragging me around the classroom by the hair and smashing my head into the cupboards as we went along all because I hadnt made a perfectly straight margin on my page before starting my work.
God knows how these people get their jobs.

I went to Colley Road school 1951- 1952 and remember the woodwork teacher, a Mr Lindley or Lynley. He was a big ignorant buffalo and had a habit of going around and smacking pupils on the ear from behind. He had a thing going for a gym teacher who was a stone fox if I remember.
Another at the same school was an American or a Canadian or at least talked like one or the other. Used to give us propaganda lessons on the atrocities committed by American soldiers in Korea. Political indoctrination wasn't on the school curriculum either.

I was lucky enough never to have a really bad teacher myself - but have listened on many occasion to the stories of my auntie who went to school in the 40's. One teacher in particular 'picked' on her constantly just because she had bright red hair that was very curly (like she could help that!) Every day when she turned up for school she was told to get something done with that hair and don't come tomorrow with it in curls! Every morning she would wet her hair through to flatten it but of course by the time she had walked to school it had dried and had turned into a bright red bush! The said teacher was a well known one in one of the Pitsmoor schools and she's been mentioned more than once on this forum. Unfortunately she's remembered for all the wrong reasons - she put the fear of god into many a Pitsmoor child!

those who can do and those who cant teach!

That should read:

Those who can do and those who cant teach games.

That should read:

Those who can do and those who cant teach games.
Those who can, do. Those who can't do, teach.Those who can't teach, teach PE.

My first ever teacher, Mrs C*r**ell, was the one that did me the most damage.
The bad tempered old bag ruined my first days at school and put me off for the rest of my school life.
I hope the old tart dies/died a nasty death.

Not that I hold a grudge you understand. :D

Yep some really nasty barstools around. Some of the things that I have read here are completely out-of-order & I would never condone physical punishments or really humiliating exercises on pupils/students.....
but now it's swung completely the other way and teachers are completely powerless.

My maths teacher at All Saints many years ago told my parents on one particularly well received parents evening that I had burnt out at O level (yes that long ago!) and only passed them because he pulled me through and I would never get an A level and should give up now. Oh and as an aside that the good marks I was getting on my work was obviously because someone was doing the work for me. Luckily none of this stopped me getting a PhD in structural biology!!!

Having just caught up with this thread I wish to put in my two penn'uth. I went to Burngreave Secondary Modern in the 50's. On the teachers side of things they did have to put up with trying to teach 40+ kids so some sort of displine was required, although by today's standards fairly over the top. With that number of students, no doubt some did miss out through lack of attention. One or two teachers although very strict and used the cane very sparingly were absolute success's as far as pupil interaction. Two others which come to mind were the opposite. One a Mr. Guyler (and I don't apologies for naming him although he has probably passed away now) was very sadistic and ruled with the cane to the point where he asked a general geography question and then went around the room seeking the answer. If you didn't know or gave the wong answer then it was a stroke of cane across the fingers. No one in the class knew the answer so everyone was caned. Need I say more about his teaching methods. He did get success though as the class average for maths was quite a lot higher than previous years obviously gained by fear. The second teacher was the music teacher, I liked him but because I could sing he like me, need I say more. One singing lesson he was walking around listening to each pupil in turn, one particular boy, who happened to be school captain, could not sing in tune at all. So the teacher cracked him across the shoulder blades with the cane and told him to sing in tune. The boy leapt up from his desk and grabed the cane, snap it in half and said don't ever hit me again. The teacher was totaly startled and never said a word to him. I like to think that he had realised he had gone over the top.

Hey Sparkytom,
Check out my threads CF8M (Waltheof).

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My worst teacher FH was a real evil cow, most of the other teachers disliked her as did most of her pupils.

The maths teacher I had at King Teds was a shocker.He would get you to the front of the class ,even for doing something trivial,tell you to 'Bow to Mecca' i.e. the bookshelf,and give you a few strokes with a broken pair of washing machine calipers.I always said I would get revenge on Pr***y when I left school in 1979;I'm still waiting.....:rant:

The crown must go to the Head of Ecclesfield Town Sec. Modern School. After fifty years, I still hate him. He bruised the mind as well as the body. Body bruises disappear. He would not be tolerated at all today. I left in 1959.

There was a teacher at Wisewood Primary in the 80's who would chase the naughty children round the classroom and then thump them.

I was in his class for a year and was petrified of him, but I darent tell people what he had done for fear of it happening to me. He was awful, I think he eventually got the sack - to this day I dont know if anybody spoke out to the headteacher about him.

One day I got called into the headmasters office, Mr F, and asked why I was getting so upset before I went to school, as my mum had rung the school to tell them there was a problem - I didnt tell him and now I look back and wish that I had said something.

1954/58 Grange Grammar School for girls. The french teacher was also my form mistress and made my life a misery because I came from Manor Park and not Totley.
Didn't matter that I was there on merit having passed my 11 plus.
As old as I am I wouldn't give that woman a drink in the desert.

Sadistic teachers are one of the main reasons why I left school at 15 and a half without taking any exams. I was thoroughly pee'd off with receiving regular and indiscriminate beatings for things like sneezing during lectures, wearing non-uniform footwear, untidy writing and not having the correct PE clobber.

I sincerely hope that these sadistic teachers, if not dead yet, are suffering terribly throughout their retirements at the hands of today's feral youth. Poetic justice I would think. :thumbsup:

Go get the evil old gits kids!!

Sister Josephine at the Convent school on Burngreave rd, she was the Devil in nuns clothing :mad:

I went to High Storrs Grammar (Boys), '54/'61. I took my quota of the gym slipper on the backside punishment. It was routine in those days. I bear no malice to most of the perpetrators, because it was carried out without malice. But, the gym teacher was the exception and I loathed him. He favored the athletically-minded kids, who seemed to like him. But, he picked on the rest of us, using tactics such as blowing cigarette smoke (he was a chain smoker, this gym teacher)in our faces, scratching out a game of "noughts and crosses" with his finger nails on our bare chests, and flicking his key chain at us. He was also the late for school disciplinarian. One day I was late because I waited for my girl friend who was on the next bus. When he asked me why I was late, I said I'd missed the bus, to which he yelled "Liar," and punched me in the face giving me a black eye. He was the one bad apple in what was otherwise a very good barrel. They say not to speak ill of the dead, so I'll just wish him R.I.P.

AT LAST MY TURN. after reading all the posts on this thread i will tell you who was the worst by far.he was an EVIL,SHORTARSED little B@:%*RD who must have had gestapo blood in his veins PURE EVIL!!! YES! COME ON DOWN !!FROM ECCLESFIELD COMPREHENSIVE !!ITS MR OGGY[THE B"$&^*D] JENNET. r.i.p my arse, piece of worm ridden filth..

Our year had a form teacher called Mr Saddler. One day in class he burst through the door, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the room. Back in his office he proceeded to scream at me 'where's xxxxxxxxx pencil case' 'WHERE'S XXXXXXXXXX PENCIL CASE?!?'

I didn't have a clue what the hell he was banging on about as i stood in the corner. Here is this fully grown adult screaming blue murder at me for no reason for what seemed like eternity. Finally the deputy head who was in the classroom next to the office came in and literally ripped in to Mr Saddler in front of me for what he was doing. I was sent back to my class while they had a 'chat'.

I got back to the class and said pencil case had been found in my absence :rolleyes:

I can't remember seeing Mr Saddler ever again at school. I dont think he was punished for what he did. I think i just shut him out.
I found out later that my older brother had been a total pain in the arse for him (i admit he was worse than any other kid i know), and this might have been the only reason he needed to kick off.

That was probably the worst day i ever had at school when growing up. I wish i could bump in to him now.

Had a few, infact there are few I respect. I remember one who was an absolute joke, she once got drunk and admitted she was so evil to evryone because her husband ran away with a pupil, she got fired years later for being an alcoholic and locking her dog in a school cupboard :suspect: I never actually had to many run ins with her just observed a bit bemused.

Mine's probably the lovely woman teacher at Pipworth whose name I forget. I couldn't swim and was understandably frightened of the deep end so she shoved me in. I'm still scared of deep water over 20 years on.

My chemistry teacher told me at the beginning of my A levels that I would never amount to anything and should give up on my education now and get a job stacking shelves at tescos.
It was incredibly satisfying to go back with my younger brother 7 years later to pick up his exam results and tell the teacher about my BSc in genetics, my masters and my Phd in molecular oncology, and to point out that, in the case of the work I do...those who can do and those who cant teach! never seen him lost for words before !
How did you do in chemistry? - what would have prompted such confidence sapping comments? Seems you've done ok since? Can't agree about your comment about those who 'can' don't teach. There are some brill teachers in my opinion - modern methods seem to keep the real cases at bay but you'll still come up against some round pegs in square holes anywhere - bet you come up against the odd 'oddity' in your chosen profession - possibly incompetent rather than loopy and stressed? They're 'protected' 'til the balloon goes up - same in many professions whether medical, legal, teaching, - even the armed forces! I reckon a good teacher has more opportunity to influence and improve society than any other profession so they have to be good or moved on! That's bearing in mind the seemingly ever increasing poor quality youngsters they are dealing with on a daily basis! Wonder if most of 'em would have preferred to have taught at the time most posters' are referring to above without the masses of ferrel (outside school) and disruptive (in school) kids of today?

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I didn't mention PE in my original posting. How about this for a memory jogger; the immortal phrase 'Last one out of the gym gets a hair pull'. It didn't matter you stood in that line we were subjected to being pulled on to tip toe by those strands of hair below the temple. Oh, such good clean fun. I think Himmler was ana dversary of that particular one. And then there's the size 13 slipper that was kept in the PE office and liberally used.:banana:

Did you go to High Storrs Grammar 50s/60s too Owethem nowt?

Mr Edwards, Headmaster at Owler Lane, and later, Hinde House Comprehensive. I think he's got his own thread.

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Now that's strange Tony, there is a Frecheville school thread where sadistic teachers were named and shamed without any health warning being given. :confused:

My favourite teacher became the one I hated the most when he caned me for chewing gum in the gymnasium. what a crime!

I remember we had a sadistic chemistry teacher who frightened the bejesus out of everyone but was strangely attractive, I loved him too until he burnt my exercise book over a bunsen burner because I dared to talk at the same time as him.

The maths teacher liked to throw people over desks and there were others with a similar personality, but despite it all I think I have turned out ok!

You didnt like him then?
AT LAST MY TURN. after reading all the posts on this thread i will tell you who was the worst by far.he was an EVIL,SHORTARSED little B@:%*RD who must have had gestapo blood in his veins PURE EVIL!!! YES! COME ON DOWN !!FROM ECCLESFIELD COMPREHENSIVE !!ITS MR OGGY[THE B"$&^*D] JENNET. r.i.p my arse, piece of worm ridden filth..

Now that's strange Tony, there is a Frecheville school thread where sadistic teachers were named and shamed without any health warning being given. :confused:

Tony hasn't been a mod on here for ages ;)

Way back in 1959 at Hatfield House Lane School, we had a maths teacher who's nickname was "Chalkey", can't say what his surname was ;), who used to take great delight in reducing two girls in our class to tears at every lesson. I hated the way he picked on them. Most of the other kids laughed though - I suppose out of relief he wasn't picking on them.

Not sure about the worst teacher but we had a teacher who should have visited the fashion police before embarking on a teaching career. He used to wear a sports coat and trousers that did not match as well as shirts and ties that didn't match either

You didnt like him then?

didnt like him!! non of the other teachers liked him either.

not one mention of Shirecliffe school. I went 60 to 64 headmaster Eric Robinson a 6foot six Bully,Herman Green [Algibra] x = y l d or whatever [I use this stuff every day ] he was an old Bully too,some decent teachers though,Miss Tippet she had a lovely chest,and a few more, I was really glad to leave in 64,I was over the meadows colecting scrap on leaving day, as school leavers had to shake the heads hand [NO WAY ]

I remember being smacked across the face for getting a sum wrong,this was at a private school in the early fifties.I told my mother but it never occurred to her to complain.It makes me sick when I hear people of my generation saying that teachers should still be allowed to hit children.:mad:

Before going to Abbeydale grange in the 2nd year i spent the first year at silverdale school........ Mrs bulledin???? or something like that...what a cow, she was so nasty to me, i swear i left mainly cos of her!!! I think at the time i said that i just hated the school but now im a grown up i think it was her, she was my form teacher aswell as my maths teacher and i was crap at maths so instead of trying to teach it to me, she screamed it at me most days.... I wonder if she still thinks this technique works, im still struggeling with maths and will be forever now that she has made my brain think that maths=pure fear, i wouldnt hesitate to have a word in her nasty little ear if i ever saw her.... even though shed be about 164 by now!!!!!!!!!! I HATED HER..... I think im over it now, cheers whoever started this thread!

Hi a bit of a long shot
Ihave just found this site and have come accross burnegreave school and Iwonder if
FALLS DATED April 2006
SPARKYTOM Sept 2007
are still around
Iwas at this schoool sept 47 to july 51 spent 2 years with Mr Holden in B steam
Iam still in touch with Michael Rose and Brian Fox and Malcolm Taylor
Hope this might leed to hearing from one of you
John Dickinson lived at Firth Park

I went to a top grammar school from 1959 to 1966, and one teacher was a downright sadist. I'm sure he only became a teacher so that he could get away with bullying and caning kids. The annoying thing is that he's still going strong in his 90s, while some far better teachers never even made it to retirement.

I went to Norton County school (now Mundella) from 1959-1965, & I don't have many fond memories of that place.
The various implements I was hit with were; slippers, canes, rounders bats, stool ball bats & board rubbers. I was also thumped, slapped, nipped & had my hair pulled.
Most of this was done by an ex-army sadist, who should have never been in teaching!
BTW, it was a junior & infants school.

Sister Josephine , Convent High school :gag:

did anyone go to colley school in the eighties?

In my first year at De La Salle college, the English teacher was a scrawny little guy called Alpheus (Alfie), a member of the demonic brotherhood. He had soft fleshy hands, skinny arms, a pencil neck, and oversized round wire-rimmed glasses perched atop a beaky nose.
Imagine if you will, Charles Hawtrey in a cassock, but with fewer male hormones.

I remember one particular day….

“Poetry!” he shouted as he elbowed his way through the door, carrying a pile of red text books, which he then distributed about the class in the manner of a whirling dervish sorting out the mail

“Page 44 – Timothy Winter”…

He then got the whole class to stand and chant the poem as he knocked out a staccato beat on the desk with one of his precious holy books

“Ti-Mo-Thee-Win Ter Goes to school.
Da-da-da-da da-da da-da
Da-da-da-da da-da da-da”
And so on, all the while pounding away at the front, his neck pulsing like a deep-vein trombonist.

Every time someone broke the tempo, he would shout “N0” and give three sharp raps for an emergency stop. He would then humiliate the cretin who had messed up before going back to the beginning, searching vainly for a consensus of rhythm.
After half-an-hour of this I recall being so thoroughly disheartened and deciding that I hated the whole shebang. The school, the class, the teacher, the poem, the poet, the entire Fred Karno’s army..

Fast forward then 30 years. I’m a Communications Engineer working in a Radio Lab in Chesterfield, calibrating Transceivers for the new mobile phone systems…

I’d got the place to myself for the day, and had cranked the wireless up to 11. It was Radio 4’s Poetry Day, where the normal scheduling was interrupted at intervals by actors reading popular and indeed populist poems, the first in a series of events designed to revive a dying art - a successful venture as it turned out.
I had already been blown away by Juliet Stevenson’s performance of TS Eliot’s “The Waste Land”, had determined myself to get hold of a copy, and was looking forward to the daily drama

“In two minutes, The Afternoon Play…” a received pronunciation announced “ …but first, Martin Jarvis reads “Timothy Winter” by Charles Causley”

An icy shiver went down my spine and my hands shook so much I had to put my soldering iron down.
In my naivety, I had genuinely expected Martin to start spitting out the mono syllables of my memory, accompanied by some BBC Sound Effects “John Bonham” rattling out “Trampled Underfoot” on a Victorian School desk with a dog-eared catechism.

Imagine my surprise then when, in his mellow “made for radio” baritone he began gently..

“Timothy Winter goes to school..
His eyes as WIDE as a football pool…”

As he continued, I realised what a beautiful poem this was, full of genteel undulating rhythms and vivid images, and marked with barbed comments about the level of poverty in post-war Britain, Middle-Class ignorance, and fingers pointed at the gaping holes in the Welfare State’s so called safety nets.
It was quite simply glorious

I thought back to that day with Alfie, and I wanted to hate him. I really really wanted to hate him, more than I had ever done before
But you know what?
I couldn’t.
All I could do was pity him
Here was a guy whose job included teaching poetry to twelve year old kids, and he hadn’t got a clue
Instead of looking in detail at the soft cadences, at the stark imagery, the politics, the satire and the jibes at Britain’s “you’ve never had it so good” class system mentality, all he cared about was his “Beat-out-that-rhythm-on-a-drum” palpitations, and I thought, what a wretched waste of a life.
Instead of making kids miserable, he should have joined his separated-at-birth twin brother in the Carry-On films, and given us all a larf!!

A fascinating tale, Bushbaby, and it all goes to show the impact of poetry, even when the poet's neatly-scanned couplets are vicariously churned out by an insentient wordsmith. I think Charles Hawtrey would have made a better job of reading his twin brother's poem, but if not, at least he would have made you all laugh. Private Widdle had me in stiches as the wind whistled up the Khyber...

I have heard enough stories from my old man to know what your talking about.

He went to school in the late 40's, they got rubber pipes, cane, slipper, hair pull, waist paper basket etc. Some of the teachers were ex army, battle hardened nutters back from WW2, even the parents daren't complain to the school for fear of getting sorted out.

My schooling was in a much more civilised era, 70's :)

Care to name a date.

Glad you liked the joke :thumbsup:

a teacher came to our school in 1960,a right rat-faced little get,who said he didnt believe in the cane,instead he told us he would belt us with a rubber gas pipe as he was the so called science master, i happened to be the first recipient,i got it across the backside it nearly crippled me,when my dad found out he went up to the school and saw the head,who told the teacher in no uncertain terms he had better not use the rubber gas pipe ever again in his school,and dad said if he ever laid a finger on me again, that he(dad)would be out of prison,before the teacher got out of intensive care?.

I've been lucky in that I've had some of the best teachers in the education system.
Top of the tree maths teachers like Mr barham and Mr Bowen, fantastic science teachers including Mr Billington and Mrs Bassingdale along with a history teacher to thank the world for. Another Mr Billington. The brother of the physics teacher.
All top teachers and I have to say their lessons were a pleasure to be in.
The down side is the two worst teachers I've ever had the misfortune to be in the same world as.
The first was Mrs Cardwell who was my first ever teacher. I hate her to this day for her smug attitude and personality of a clap infected donkey.
The second was a maths teacher by the Name od Miss Ackerly.
I had the misfortune of being in the hateful cow's class for a couple of years. I even went to the headmaster to complain about her and ask if I could be moved down a set just to get out of her way.
I knew all the other kids hated her but what I didn't realise is that the other staff hated her as well. I met another of my favorite teachers a few years ago and the subject came up.
Seems the staff at the time would have been happy to attend her funeral as well.
I did meet some kids from that school just before I left the UK. They also hated the bitch.

Just before anyone has a go at me for naming names. It's an opinion held by me and bugger all to do with the forum or anyone else.
Hate is a personal thing and I hated both bitches about the same. :)

a teacher came to our school in 1960,a right rat-faced little get,who said he didnt believe in the cane,instead he told us he would belt us with a rubber gas pipe as he was the so called science master, i happened to be the first recipient,i got it across the backside it nearly crippled me,when my dad found out he went up to the school and saw the head,who told the teacher in no uncertain terms he had better not use the rubber gas pipe ever again in his school,and dad said if he ever laid a finger on me again, that he(dad)would be out of prison,before the teacher got out of intensive care?.

Lol,great stuff you were lucky to have a dad like that.

Sister Josephine , Convent High school :gag:

Jake Thackray wrote a song about her...

there is only one teacher that sticks out to me was MR V*****s from shiregreen infants i would be about 10 at the time you will no who he is he used to throw the board rubber at you if you talked in class, if you did your home work wrong that flew out the window onto the dinning room roof then you had to find the caretaker to get it back down by the time he had done your book was a scrap book, the worst punishment was poking you in the back with his 2 fingers or hitting you on the knuckles with the blue pens that was thin stem and round on the end that bloody hurt.

i remember my brother david he was at his girlfriends house at the time (wife now) and he noticed her sis that had same bruising on the back and knuckles so he asked her how she got them then came home and asked me how i got mine seen as we was in the same class. he went barmy and went to the school and had a right go at him about it he was me other dad really dad was at work no mum so he sorted stuff like school out.

i was lucky enough to have never had the cane but that teacher still sticks in my mind and the story and im nearly 42 but shhhhhhh lol.

man Boreham earl marshall... enough said.

So glad that people can understand what happened to us.

AT LAST MY TURN. after reading all the posts on this thread i will tell you who was the worst by far.he was an EVIL,SHORTARSED little B@:%*RD who must have had gestapo blood in his veins PURE EVIL!!! YES! COME ON DOWN !!FROM ECCLESFIELD COMPREHENSIVE !!ITS MR OGGY[THE B"$&^*D] JENNET. r.i.p my arse, piece of worm ridden filth..

Er........... I don't think he's dead yet!

My old primary school teacher who was dead handy with the old slipper has his own fan club on facebook. I am amazed that some of my former school pals admire him and have become his "friends".

That man put the fear of god into me and many others at school.:loopy: