Dr Laverick
In my high school teaching days Dr Laverick was nicest, most considerate and also smelliest man you could ever not wish to meet. Unfortunately he was also employed as the head of the science department. Well he was Dr Laverick after all...

As has been mentioned a few times above, smelly teacher, south facing classroom, etc, etc. Well, if you think the students in his class had a bad time, have a thought for the faculty.

I was one of the new science teachers when he first was awarded his head of department title. I had to shadow his classes, all of them - sit in the corner and take notes. Bad.

I also had to sit in the staff room with him and go over my classroom observations, which is when I found out the source of the stench. When he was away from the students he'd kick his shoes off and put his feet on the staff room coffee table. Very bad.

Even worse though, his wife invited me round for dinner (new to the area, must be lonely, blah, blah). Lovely house, very clean, non-smelly. Mrs Laverick asked me how I was getting on, and also why Mr L. got bad student evaluations. As the house was really clean I thought that she would appreciate (or at least do something about)- a couple of glasses of vino by this time - her husband's lack of personal hygeine.

WRONG.

Turns out she was OCD which caused obvious strains in the relationship.

Also turns out that he was of the old school: bath on Sunday, clothes wash day monday, fish on friday etc.,

She point blank refused to have his socks in the house, 'cos they stank. He point blank refused to change his socks more than once a week 'cos that's how he grew up.

The smell? Feet! I hear you shout. No say I, the stench came from his jacket pocket.

Yes, he changed his socks after his bath on Sunday, but because his wife refused to have anything to do with them (and God forbid a man would work the washing machine), he'd alternate the only two pairs of socks he owned - sunday week 1, pair 1; sunday week 2 pair 2; sunday week 3 pair 1; sunday week 4 pair 2; ad infinitum.

But, because Mrs L wouldn't allow the dirty socks in the house, he kept his spare pair in his jacket pocket.

I lasted 6 months, yet when I left (got a better offer, no bad feelings), he threw me the best leaving party I could wish for. Bless Dr Laverick and his pongy paws.
( no longer a user, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 0:01, Reply)