Teacher meltdowns

[Stellaboz]

Anyone witness some sublime teacher meltdowns in their High School days? Bonus points if during Primary.

I was in class when Mr Wilson, Business studies threw a chair that narrowly cleared some burds head over some awful prelim results. Sound guy if you got on with him though.

Also, some English teaching substitute literally have a nervous breakdown due to some strong trolling from some mouthy burds. Very awkward for all there.

Both at Dunfermline High i might add.

[smpar]

Another at Dunfermline High; a teacher took a phone call from the Rector, during which call everyone in the class was particularly noisy. After hanging up the phone, the teacher ranted about how rude and inconsiderate that was, ending her rant with "unbelievable!". My mate, inadvertently, followed up with "you're unbelievable" like the EMF song. The teacher snapped at that point, and sprinted out the room in floods of tears.

Feel quite bad tbh.

[EdgarusQPFC]

Had a Maths teacher in my secondary who was well due a nervous breakdown but it never seemed to happen. He was always shouting at the most minor transgressions, he always went from 0 to screaming his head off at students. But the expected breakdown never happened.

A Gym teacher had such a severe breakdown at our secondary he ended up on the local news about it, complaining he was being singled out for being gay, truth is no one actually knew he was gay until that happened and in reality he used to get pelters for being a arsehole. 

[Shandon Par]

Any Queen Anne folk my age or older may remember Mr Coffee. He'd scornfully flick the V's if our school bus passed him on his bike. He was more old school than heads gone. Think he went off teaching when battering kids with belts and canes was outlawed. Didn't stop him breaking a metre stick over a classmate of mine. Also liked a suggestive comment about the more "developed" girls. 

[KnightswoodBear]

Mr Walker, a history teacher at Knightswood booted a desk into the ribs of the boy who was sitting at it.  This was in our first class on the first day of secondary school. 

And there was a Maths teacher at the same school who was an 11 on the beastometer.  Thistle fan. 

[ICTChris]

Any former IRA pupils remember Tuftie the Maths teacher?  An absolute screaming mess who couldn't teach and had the piss ripped out of him continually until he was shuffled off into retirement.  I know that several of his Higher classes were taken off him due to him being unable to prepare them properly, sad really.

[Hillonearth]

2 minutes ago, KnightswoodBear said:

Mr Walker, a history teacher at Knightswood booted a desk into the ribs of the boy who was sitting at it.  This was in our first class on the first day of secondary school. 

And their was a Maths teacher at the same school who was an 11 on the beastometer.  Thistle fan. 

Knightswood seemed to specialise in them. I'd been causing a bit of carnage in a maths class one day, and the teacher told me to go outside. He came out a couple of minutes later and I went to hold my hands out for the belt, only for him to lean forward - allowing me the full beeriness of his breath - and offer me a square go.

Had to regretfully decline, as it was a case of either getting a doing or kick f**k out of a teacher depending on which way it went - neither outcome seemed desirable at the time.

[KnightswoodBear]

1 minute ago, Hillonearth said:

Knightswood seemed to specialise in them. I'd been causing a bit of carnage in a maths class one day, and the teacher told me to go outside. He came out a couple of minutes later and I went to hold my hands out for the belt, only for him to lean forward - allowing me the full beeriness of his breath - and offer me a square go.

Had to regretfully decline, as it was a case of either getting a doing or kick f**k out of a teacher depending on which way it went - neither outcome seemed desirable at the time.

From the mention of the belt, it was obviously before my time, but there did seem to be a fairly high percentage of roasters. 

[The Moonster]

There was a wee substitute teacher who used to come into Dumbarton Academy some times, I can't for the life of me remember his name (we'll call him Mr B for the sake of this), but he was quite a weird guy. He was really timid, balding on top, massive beard, spoke with a funny accent, but he was generally a nice guy. The bams in class would take full advantage of his vulnerability on many occasions, talking over him and generally bamming him up. One day a group of bams had decided they couldn't be arsed learning French and let Mr B know in no uncertain terms they would be doing f**k all for the duration of the lesson. He tried to get everyone to get on with their work but he was just so pathetic at telling people off and the rowdiness just kept building. Eventually a French dictionary was lobbed from one side of the class to another and all hell broke loose. There are now French dictionaries being lobbed left, right and centre and Mr B was frightened for his life. Rather than going to get the department head or head teacher to put an end to the madness, he decided that he'd hide under his desk and scream "NOT THE BOOKS! NOT THE BOOKS!".

We had a History teacher called Mr Godfrey who was so straight faced, calm and collected that he could easily have been a serial killer. When folk were talking in class he wouldn't say anything, he'd slowly go into his drawer, quietly pull out a massive f**k off belt, smash it off a table then just stare at everyone. They eventually took the belt off him and he started using a tray full of rulers instead, which he would drop from above his head onto the floor, didn't quite have the same "oh f**k he's angry" effect to it but it was quite funny nonetheless.

Not the books will live with me forever though, the panic in his voice will never be heard again.

[Cardinal Richelieu]

Not really a meltdown, but had a maths teacher nicknamed "Happy Harold Cathcart" who was possibly slightly unhinged. 

One of his teaching methods involved teaching us how to remember the trigonometry rules for sine, cosine and tan. Instead of the tried-and-tried tested "Two Old Angels Stepped Over Heaven Carrying A Harp", he instead told us to remember the phrase SOHCAHTOA. He would then leap around the room pretending to be a kung-fu master, yelling SOHCAHTOA in a Chinese accent. 

To be fair, it worked. 25 years later and I can still remember it vividly. Never actually had to use it, but I can certainly remember the rule if need be. 

[D.A.F.C]

Had a crazy classical studies teacher who also did Japanese and would kick his filing cabinet constantly or karate chop the desks if anyone wouldn't shut up.

We saw him outside work once and surrounded him shouting stuff from karate kid films.

Daniel son wax on wax off

Again that was at Queen Anne. 

Biggest weirdo was Mr bonnar who used to spend his free time standing with binoculars watching everyone

He went psycho once and drove his car across the playing fields at us standing behind the games hall smoking. His car got stuck or slowed down and we all got away despite not being able to run for laughing.

 

[Gaz]

4 minutes ago, Cardinal Richelieu said:

Instead of the tried-and-tried tested "Two Old Angels Stepped Over Heaven Carrying A Harp"

[EdgarusQPFC]

Not really a meltdown but we had a RE teacher who was either a pre or post op transexual who had the worst B.O ive ever experienced in my life. It was so bad and i swear im not making this up it actually lingered for several minutes after he would pass by in a hallway, you could actually follow his scent back to his classroom. He was a awful teacher who had accepted that no one gave a toss about RE and wouldnt even attempt to teach us, half the time we would watch old star trek episodes or would disappear for 45 minutes of the class. Kinda grateful for that due to the smell. Was a big fat b*****d too and had a pathetic little car that would struggle up the hill to the exit of the teachers car park.

We had a art teacher who returned after a breakdown who clearly was on too much medication or too little cause rather than teach us he would spend most of the class talking absolute shite, which wouldnt be a issue except that he insisted we stop working to listen to his shite which resulted in us falling behind and getting yelled at by the head of the department who was a big psycho b*****d

[DI Bruce Robertson]

Any Montrose guys on the site will surely remember Mr Smith, RE & SS?
He was an American guy who was ex-services and around the right age to have been called up/conscripted to Vietnam.
One of the fools in my class, grabbed his (mr smiths) briefcase and ran around the class shouting lines from Vietnam movies, hamburger hill, deer hunter et al. And was beaten to a quivering mess by an ex-marine. That is the story of Mr Smith


Sent from a dark, dank hellhole.

[Boghead ranter]

31 minutes ago, The Moonster said:

We had a History teacher called Mr Godfrey who was so straight faced, calm and collected that he could easily have been a serial killer. When folk were talking in class he wouldn't say anything, he'd slowly go into his drawer, quietly pull out a massive f**k off belt, smash it off a table then just stare at everyone. They eventually took the belt off him and he started using a tray full of rulers instead, which he would drop from above his head onto the floor, didn't quite have the same "oh f**k he's angry" effect to it but it was quite funny nonetheless.

Not the books will live with me forever though, the panic in his voice will never be heard again.

Very close to Miss Annan, the Latin/Classical Studies teacher, allegedly.

One of the few teachers who showed face at the open day for the last day of the old Academy building a few years back, so fair play to him.

[DI Bruce Robertson]

Which banned poster are you btw? 

Eh?


Sent from a dark, dank hellhole.

[MONKMAN]

My geography teacher walked head on down the track in to an oncoming train. Obviously I didn't witness it personally but I'd say they don't get much more extreme than that.

http://m.heraldscotland.com/news/12286417.Tributes_to_teacher/

My primary school headmaster was a fucking lunatic. He was from the Ukraine and 4th Dan or something in Karate. Used to punch his desk in rage, whenever you were sent there in trouble. Being a 10 year old gobshite I found it amusing, but seen plenty reduced to tears. The best was when someone set the paper towel bin alight in one the toilets. He pretty much threatened the entire school until some idiot owned up, although he didn't have a clue who'd done it.

[DI Bruce Robertson]

I'm not a banned poster, if I was a banned poster, I don't think it would be possible for me to post?
I'm maybe a little naive to this tinternet thing, but within a few days, I've figured out the quote function, how to PM fellow posters, how to figure out who the complete arsehiles on this site are, and you fall into the last category.




Sent from a dark, dank hellhole.

[Smurph]

54 minutes ago, KnightswoodBear said:

Mr Walker, a history teacher at Knightswood booted a desk into the ribs of the boy who was sitting at it.  This was in our first class on the first day of secondary school. 

And there was a Maths teacher at the same school who was an 11 on the beastometer.  Thistle fan. 

Was the maths teacher a Mr. J? He's the only older maths teacher I can think of. There's another maths teacher, a Mr. R, who was 900% a beast. Used to look the girls up and down quite regularly and make some offish comments.

Someone once made my graphics teacher, Mr. Douglas, cry infront of the class. Can't remember what my classmate did but felt really bad for the guy. Think he went on leave for a week or something after. 

[Boghead ranter]

1 minute ago, DI Bruce Robertson said:

I'm not a banned poster, if I was a banned poster, I don't think it would be possible for me to post?
I'm maybe a little naive to this tinternet thing, but within a few days, I've figured out the quote function, how to PM fellow posters, how to figure out who the complete arsehiles on this site are, and you fall into the last category.




Sent from a dark, dank hellhole.

Within a few days?  you joined a year ago.