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The supply teacher was our school alcoholic. Any time he had to take a lesson he would just come in and write 'LEAVING - BY DANNY BOYLE' on the whiteboard and not say a word for the rest of the lesson while the film played (good film tbf). Didn't matter if he was covering English or Chemistry, always the same film.

The only words he really spoke were to say that 'alcohol' (the word always came with air quotations) was just a placebo and the idea of addiction and disease associated with it were government propaganda. Him being in his early 50s and looking 20 years older suggested differently. 

Otherwise a nice enough guy and still drinks in the local. Not that I'd fancy drinking there myself as I value having an un-chibbed face.

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2 hours ago, scottsdad said:

On the alcohol/teachers issue...has anyone ever gone for a social drink with on of their teachers? 

David Henderson, sadly now passed away, was a history teacher of mine. One night when I was about 21 I was drinking in my local when he came in for a pint. Spent an enjoyable hour or two just chatting with him (he loved cricket, and actually made it sound interesting). 

I had a techy drawing teacher who kept calling me "Barry". He was getting on and a bit doddery. He retired before I left school. Then, at the CAMRA Real Ale festival in Alloa Town Hall a few years later there he was, serving pints. He didn't remember me (no surprise as he couldn't remember my name) but took that he was my teacher well and poured me quite a few free pints of Old Engine Oil. 

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Graphic Design (offshoot of techy) teacher was the resident alky at my school. He looked like an alky in the AM and smelt like one by the PM. Clearly hated teaching - would just kind of half explain what to do then piss off for half an hour. Probably to hit the bottle. 

Had a history teacher who was fucking bonkers in class but one of the nicest guys you'd ever meet outside of it. Would make you spit your chewing gum into his hand - then he'd eat it. If you were caught talking he'd make you stand on the table and share with the class and if you refused he'd spend the rest of the lesson standing on your table staring at you whilst teaching the class. He loved eating chalk and saying "Mmm, my wife gave me strawberry ripple flavour today" and if you were fooling around he'd ask if you were monkeys at a zoo because that's how you're behaving - before spending about five minutes pretending to pick nits out your hair and eat them. He also resembled the demon headmaster/John Major. 

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On the subject of obvious wrong un's, we had a guy parachuted into our registration class in third year. Sat beside me, ostensibly cheery but a bit of an oddity. 

He absolutely melted a rugby player out of the blue on the bus home. Normally this would earn someone semi-celebrity status but there was quite obviously something OFTW about him. 

Disappeared from the school just as quickly.

Something like six years later he appeared on Reporting Scotland having been convicted of murdering his Grandmother. 

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26 minutes ago, mizfit said:

Bit dubious of this one, an article full of unproven accusations including him slamming the door on the Sunday Mail hack.

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6 hours ago, scottsdad said:

On the alcohol/teachers issue...has anyone ever gone for a social drink with on of their teachers? 

David Henderson, sadly now passed away, was a history teacher of mine. One night when I was about 21 I was drinking in my local when he came in for a pint. Spent an enjoyable hour or two just chatting with him (he loved cricket, and actually made it sound interesting). 

My maths teacher came into the pub when my mates and I were about 23. He was early 30s. We nodded, said hello and got on with our night. 
 

In the corner he was getting drunker and drunker and we noticed that hos mood was turning ugly abd he was glowering over. Next think as we are leaving he wanted a square go with me. Claimed I had been laughing at him. His mates restrain him, also teachers, and we go on to a nigh in and just enjoy our night. 
 

Next week, he comes in again and marches right up to me. Apologises, buys me a drink and we chat for an hour. He says he had recently quit teaching because the kids were such c***s and that aye, I was cheeky back then but nothing actually bad. He reckoned the drink took hold of him and he was taking it out on me. 

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Most of mine were sound, but the higher maths teacher got a stretch in Peterhead for diddling an underager. Always found it ironic he was preaching the virtues of stuff like quadrilateral equations whilst seemingly being unable to count to 16.

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Our head teacher was one of those who wore a mortar board and a black cape despite it just being a shitty comprehensive. He once called an emergency whole school assembly to tell us that someone had “deficated in the boys urinals” and that the evil child would be found. Nobody knew what me meant and the culprit got away with it as far as I know.

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3 hours ago, Mr. Alli said:

Graphic Design (offshoot of techy) teacher was the resident alky at my school. He looked like an alky in the AM and smelt like one by the PM. Clearly hated teaching - would just kind of half explain what to do then piss off for half an hour. Probably to hit the bottle. 

Had a history teacher who was fucking bonkers in class but one of the nicest guys you'd ever meet outside of it. Would make you spit your chewing gum into his hand - then he'd eat it. If you were caught talking he'd make you stand on the table and share with the class and if you refused he'd spend the rest of the lesson standing on your table staring at you whilst teaching the class. He loved eating chalk and saying "Mmm, my wife gave me strawberry ripple flavour today" and if you were fooling around he'd ask if you were monkeys at a zoo because that's how you're behaving - before spending about five minutes pretending to pick nits out your hair and eat them. He also resembled the demon headmaster/John Major. 

In stitches reading this. Was he sectioned whilst you were at school or did it take until a short while after you left?

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14 hours ago, scottsdad said:

On the alcohol/teachers issue...has anyone ever gone for a social drink with on of their teachers?

Bumped into a now-retired former English teacher of mine in my local a few years ago. One of my favourite teachers and general good guy.

I was in with a couple of mates from school and he knew us all quite well. We were all about 34/35 by this time.

Absolutely great night. Sat talking about football (big Aberdeen man) and telling us about his pre-teaching life as a hippie in India, road-digger in Australia, barman in America etc. He'd packed in teaching to do charity work full-time.

One of these nights that I never saw coming but am very happy it happened.

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In 3rd or 4th year, a boy in our year brought into school a porno mag that allegedly came form his dad. It was made in the 80s and was in poor condition - tears and holes, pages stuck together, the works. This lad passed it around his mates. One day in Techy Drawing, a boy called Stoosh agreed to take the mag home with him. Under the table, the offending article was passed from schoolbag to schoolbag. It wasn't discrete. But a girl in class - awful lassie - saw the transfer take place. She piped up to Mrs Robertson, the teaching assistant, "Check Stoosh's bag!"

I have never seen anyone turn so white so quickly. A few boys in class clocked on to what was happening and chimed in with more "Check Stoosh's Bag!"

Mrs Robertson was utterly sound. She was one person who liked a banter with the pupils and lifted his bag up. She asked him if he minded if she took a look inside.  Ashen faced, he just nodded. She peered inside, then took the bag away. She returned it sans jazzmag and said no more about it. 

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The previously mentioned Falkirk High, Sirling Albion connected teacher/beast taught at our school before moving to Falkirk. Seemed sound if a little meek to be dealing with Glenrothes scum.

Computer teacher could often be seen out clubbing/sleazing in Kirkcaldy.

Used to bump in to our old history teacher getting the last train after drinking, he was pretty sound and would dish out some good drunken banter on occasion. 

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17 hours ago, Scorge said:

Most of mine were sound, but the higher maths teacher got a stretch in Peterhead for diddling an underager. Always found it ironic he was preaching the virtues of stuff like quadrilateral equations whilst seemingly being unable to count to 16.

Words I haven't heard mentioned for 52 years

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