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Not so much meltdown related but there was a teacher who got done for trying to get girls to send him naked pictures via Facebook. He used the classic "I was hacked" excuse which surprisingly didn't wash with the authorities and he was promptly struck off. 

Another bloke got done for making alleged suggestive comments to various girls. Whilst this wasn't an enormous surprise I was a bit shocked to read that he hung himself after being found guilty. 

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1 hour ago, MixuFixit said:


 

 


Are you kidding that's the school equivalent of a gazelle twisting it's ankle in front of a bunch of hyenas.

 

Nah, that's a load of rubbish.  The "don't smile until Christmas" idea has long been discredited.

Trying to lay down the law from a position of weakness is rarely a sound approach.

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I was fortunate that I had already had a career of sorts in communication/media before getting into teaching at 26 so I was well versed in dealing with c***s. 

I mentor new teachers as part of my job and run workshops on behaviour management - it can be daunting and difficult for new teachers and confidence is definitely important. The first strategy though is to teach engaging lessons tbh. After that, clarity and consistency is important as well. I guess I was lucky that I found that side of teaching fairly easy at the start.

I also spent a year as a TA in a school for kids with Emotional and Behavioural issues before qualifying which was invaluable. My first two schools were in proper rough areas of London and everything else seems easy in comparison tbh.  

When I went to school, it seemed like there were teachers having absolute headsgone meltdowns every day. Mental looking back on just how frequent it was. Also funny to see on facebook now many people posting regularly about mental health who utterly tortured teachers as teenagers. 

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17 hours ago, NewBornBairn said:

My Higher Chemistry teacher was Pete Storey, a good guy. He'd come from industry into teaching and couldn't believe how outdated our syllabus was, often stopping half way through dictation to say something like "Christ, this was disproved 20 years ago". He was also my rugby coach so we got on well. One time after I set up cheek to him, he threw the blackboard rubber at my head which hurt like f**k. Without thinking, I threw it back at him. I missed but he roared and came flying across the class at me, picking up a window pole like a spear. I started running and he swung the pole at my head - taking out an entire worktop of pyrex beakers and test tubes. The head of department came charging in, took one look and ordered Pete to his office.  He got his own back next time I was in. During dictation, he was wandering around the class as we were taking notes, just droning on as usual. I hardly noticed him behind me until he got me with a kidney punch, a beauty that threw me off the stool and had me rolling on the floor in agony.  "Tut tut, shouldn't swing on stools or get teachers in trouble eh?".

This some kind of rugby phrasing?

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My Higher Chemistry teacher was Pete Storey, a good guy. He'd come from industry into teaching and couldn't believe how outdated our syllabus was, often stopping half way through dictation to say something like "Christ, this was disproved 20 years ago". He was also my rugby coach so we got on well. One time after I set up cheek to him, he threw the blackboard rubber at my head which hurt like f**k. Without thinking, I threw it back at him. I missed but he roared and came flying across the class at me, picking up a window pole like a spear. I started running and he swung the pole at my head - taking out an entire worktop of pyrex beakers and test tubes. The head of department came charging in, took one look and ordered Pete to his office.  He got his own back next time I was in. During dictation, he was wandering around the class as we were taking notes, just droning on as usual. I hardly noticed him behind me until he got me with a kidney punch, a beauty that threw me off the stool and had me rolling on the floor in agony.  "Tut tut, shouldn't swing on stools or get teachers in trouble eh?".
OK, I know that reads like assault but it wasn't meant in a bad way. It was just rough and tumble carried over from rugby training.
 
Mike Marshall of East Fife was my PE teacher. He gave me the tawse because I laughed after he got a ball in the face during five a sides, which seemed a bit heavy handed. 
What school did you go to? Mike Marshall worked at Kirkland High when I was there.

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Nah, it sounds worse than it was. 

 

We also had a maths teacher who perved on the lassies. He'd stand behind them  stroking their necks and massaging their shoulders or get them to come and sit beside him and he'd rest his hand on their legs. Good guy though because he let me bring a tv in for the class to watch the Israel v Scotland world cup game in 1981.

Hang on, you were definitely at Kirkland in the late 70s early 80s because I remember him, not his name though. If its who I think, pretty sure he also had booze in the little office/store behind the blackboard.

 

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I had an English teacher jump off the Forth Road Bridge. Been sleeping with a lassie at the school and seemingly got found out. One of those literal "heads gone" situations.

A less literal, and more metaphorical, one was a substitute French teacher who became permanent. She was called Miss Stokes, looked like Gollum, and there was constantly a wee bag she kept on top of the blackboard (thinking back she probably had no idea it was there). About 4 months of making jokes behind her back about her being Smeagol Stokes and it being her ring seemed to get to her as she vanished for a few weeks due to stress.

She returned around exam time, done a mock speaking test in class, only for us all to be so horrendous at it (when asked to say "I own a house" in French, my mate replied with "My house is a chicken" (aye we checked after)) she stormed out before the lesson even ended and never returned as far as I know.

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45 minutes ago, Forest_Fifer said:

Hang on, you were definitely at Kirkland in the late 70s early 80s because I remember him, not his name though. If its who I think, pretty sure he also had booze in the little office/store behind the blackboard.

 

Yup. Can't mind his name though.

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My Higher Chemistry teacher was Pete Storey, a good guy. He'd come from industry into teaching and couldn't believe how outdated our syllabus was, often stopping half way through dictation to say something like "Christ, this was disproved 20 years ago". He was also my rugby coach so we got on well. One time after I set up cheek to him, he threw the blackboard rubber at my head which hurt like f**k. Without thinking, I threw it back at him. I missed but he roared and came flying across the class at me, picking up a window pole like a spear. I started running and he swung the pole at my head - taking out an entire worktop of pyrex beakers and test tubes. The head of department came charging in, took one look and ordered Pete to his office.  He got his own back next time I was in. During dictation, he was wandering around the class as we were taking notes, just droning on as usual. I hardly noticed him behind me until he got me with a kidney punch, a beauty that threw me off the stool and had me rolling on the floor in agony.  "Tut tut, shouldn't swing on stools or get teachers in trouble eh?".
OK, I know that reads like assault but it wasn't meant in a bad way. It was just rough and tumble carried over from rugby training.
 
Mike Marshall of East Fife was my PE teacher. He gave me the tawse because I laughed after he got a ball in the face during five a sides, which seemed a bit heavy handed. 

An aggressive, rugby coaching maniac. I’ll level with you, I don’t like much of what I know about this Pete Storey guy.

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Yup. Can't mind his name though.

I'm intrigued, I played for Kirkland rugby team, not sure if I remember a coach called Storey though, unless you were later than me (76-82).

 

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4 minutes ago, Forest_Fifer said:

I'm intrigued, I played for Kirkland rugby team, not sure if I remember a coach called Storey though, unless you were later than me (76-82).

 

78-83. Think he was helping out in 82

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2 hours ago, RandomGuy. said:

She returned around exam time, done a mock speaking test in class, only for us all to be so horrendous at it 

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We had a French teacher for 6 months, young French woman who always wore a chiffon neck scarf. Can't remember how we found out but she apparently had a really bad scar from trying to hang herself. Massive guilt trip all round for those of us who had mucked around in her lessons.

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We had a history/geography teacher who used to practice the belt by getting someone to come up and put their hand on a piece of paper so he could draw round it, then putting the paper on a desk and belting it till he shredded it. Pretty sure he had a breakdown at some point.
There was also a woodwork teacher who practiced by belting small coins on a wooden bench till he imbedded them in the wood.

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7 hours ago, JMDP said:

Also funny to see on facebook now many people posting regularly about mental health who utterly tortured teachers as teenagers. 

Pretty consistent really, I'd have thought.

Kids can of course be utterly vicious to teachers.  In my experience though, it's nothing compared to how dreadful their treatment of each other can be.

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2 hours ago, Forest_Fifer said:


There was also a woodwork teacher who practiced by belting small coins on a wooden bench till he imbedded them in the wood.

Danny Dunn. He'd ask miscreants if they wanted their fortunes told, then they'd get their palms red. 

There were a few teachers who really knew how to use the belt and he was one. As he explained, it was all in the wrist action and he'd give the belt a wee flick and bury a penny in the desk. Hurt like f**k when he belted you. Deputy Head had a different technique (Mr Gibson?). He wore the black gown and kept the tawse hidden in his collar. He'd actually leave the floor as he brought it down on your hand. 

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We had a history/geography teacher who used to practice the belt by getting someone to come up and put their hand on a piece of paper so he could draw round it, then putting the paper on a desk and belting it till he shredded it. Pretty sure he had a breakdown at some point.

I think I know who you mean - used to disappear to his room at the back then re-appear in a cloud of smoke and stinking of booze. He boasted about the tawse (and your paper trick rings a bell) but the boys in our class just used that as a challenge and goaded him into belting us most lessons. 

 

In first year, I got over 170 strokes of the belt - including getting belted on my very first day of High School for trying to cut a 2" bar with the sheet metal guillotine . Some lads were well over 300 strokes by the end of first year. 

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1 hour ago, Bigmouth Strikes Again said:

1970's......... belligerent ghouls ran Dundee schools, spineless b*****ds all.

Thank you.

My wife tells me tales of the school she went to in Dundee. Forgot the name - where Asda is now on the Forfar Rd? Teachers were allegedly the bad ones from other schools all re-located.

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A few posters have mentioned the "tawse". Was it not the Lochgelly tawse?

 

 

Oh here's proof!Screenshot_20200423-210222_Chrome.thumb.jpeg.8702f66832c8733bac6371f54e03a440.jpeg

 

 

Edit- getting the taw has a different meaning in deepest darkest Fife!

 

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52 minutes ago, NewBornBairn said:

My wife tells me tales of the school she went to in Dundee. Forgot the name - where Asda is now on the Forfar Rd? Teachers were allegedly the bad ones from other schools all re-located.

Linlathen?

Fought them at Caird Park, around about 1979, was like a battle scene from Braveheart. IMO.

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