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In year 3 I had a techer called Mrs. Spill, who claimed that she was a witch - spill/spell, geddit?

It was quite an old school, and she used to threaten to magic misbehaving students up through the loft hatch in the high ceiling. When she was in a good mood though, she reassured us that she would never dream of it - the PTA would simply be too cross!

My GCSE maths teacher would make huge and insane jumps of "reasoning" - for example:

OK, here we see that y clearly equals x+3. But we don't like that 3, so we're going to change it into a minus 19! Now then, this proves that x equals y and q [which hasn't been mentioned up 'til now] is simultaneously greater than, less than, equal to and not equal to 3,497.12. But because mathematicians are bone idle, we're just going shorten that to 3. Which we don't like...

And so it went on. How I got an A is beyond me.

My current maths teacher is a bit of an oddball, too - one morning somebody had tunred out the lights outside his classroom and he was walking around on tiptoe in the slightly darkened corridor making ghost noises. I have to salute him though for his method of teaching the Modulus Function, as the Happy House! Whatever you put in, it comes out positive! It makes things happy!

Oh, and my old chemistry teacher, too - rather short guy who freely admits to having been called "cabbage features" at school. Just before the exams, he was getting so worried that we hadn't learned enough that he would emit these short, strangled screams whenever anybody said anything wrong, and frequently just out of nerves when they got it right!

I'm sure there are more, but I won't keep you with them today...
( Albert the Mildly Deranged purveyors of nothing much since a year or two ago, Sat 12 Nov 2005, 21:03, Reply)