I loved 6th form
For social reasons, not academic you understand. Anyway I took an A level in Sociology (mock if you will, snobs) and had a pretty interesting teacher.

Let us refer to him as Mr K. Now Mr K resembled a sort of living alcoholic garden gnome and had a chirpy northern accent, interrupted with strange little high pitched 'hm' noises.

A man who was in danger of talking all the bullshit out of his body, he would delight in teling us tales of how he bumped into an old uni chum who was now a drunken tramp in a gutter, and how he once saved a man from jumping off a building on his campus. He then made us write down the number of the Samaratins in our exercise books.

His lessons would run something like this: He would be roughly 10-15 minutes late. He would give us photocopied pages from a textbook that he insisted was 'unavailable to buy anymore'.

He would give a little lecture that was basically the text written in the photocopies, but worded as if it were his own knowledge and wisdom. He would tell us to do one of the exercises from the photocopies, then say he had to go and get a glass of water/something from his car/more photocopies. He would promptly bugger off until 5 minutes towards the end of the class.

Some days he just wouldn't turn up at all. However, if you had the audacity to be 2 minutes late for when he actually arrived in class on time, he would spend a good 10 minutes giving the whole class a bollocking.

Is there a happy end to this tale? Well I got a C in sociology but only because the other teacher was amazing and ran after school catch up lessons that consisted of the stuff that HE was supposed to teach us. Unfortunately Mr K left the school for a position in a local university where he would teach aspiring teachers. Yes, thats right children, he got a job teaching other people how to be good teachers. What.The.Fuck. I would love to know what advice he gave.

"Photocopy. Run."
(Eldoofus, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 18:47, 2 replies)

My theory of knowlege teacher was similar
He would stick on a video about beauty or synesthesia or occasionally The Matrix and then disappear, coming back at the end of the lecture. He also was generally about 10 minutes late, he'd turn up just when you were thinking it might be ok to clear off.

I don't think anyone cares about the complex workings of the IB so basically I finished up with a B although my essay and presentation weren't really anything to do with what we'd been taught.
(deadly_sinners, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 19:12, closed)

Hehe
"Photocopy. Run."

You know what? That isn't bad advice at all.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 19:47, closed)