I remember my former Geography teacher at high school during my two GCSE years. He was also one of the sports instructors and cricket coach, and would often enter the classroom swinging a cricket bat around in his hand and - something I did dread because I'm often terrible at catching - he would throw a cricket ball at a person by surprise from time to time whenever he wants someone to answer a discussion question.
This meant he would often throw the ball at me just to see my attempt to catch it. He knew I could answer the question well, but whether I could get better at catching the ball was another thing. I remember on one unrelated incident when he threw a book at someone at the back of the classroom because he "felt like it". The dude had balls - you can risk getting into serious legal trouble if you end up injuring a kid in a classroom.
The only other crazy educator I have had the absolute fortune of encountering was a supply teacher filling in for our A2 Politics classes at 6th Form, when our regular teacher decided to be AWOL for a month during a crucial pre-Christmas period when we would have exams afterwards. She buggered off somewhere, and this devout Catholic guy came in to teach us, after several successive lessons of cover teachers who couldn't teach the subject, so we were all too pleased to just get somebody qualified to guide us temporarily.
It started off normally, until he decided to just ignore written exercises and note-taking from the book, and decided to turn the lessons into seminars with a huge emphasis on political discussions. On one particular day, he started telling us about himself and how much of a disservice the young people of today are doing to the older generations by not producing vast numbers of children. Why? Something about pensions - and needing more people paying taxes and contributing to the state. This was before he started to throw a massive tirade about the evils of contraception and how we're not all planning to have at least 5 kids. Dude, we're kind of overpopulated as a country, mmmkay?
The last time we saw him, we'd grown oddly fond of him by then. Sure, we didn't get much done on the syllabus, but the lessons were genuinely entertaining and people actually turned up, rather than deciding to skive from time to time. He was in the process of writing a children's book and was moaning to us about the difficulties in trying to find a willing publisher to examine his manuscripts. He read a long passage of the book to us, and honestly, it's not hard to guess why publishers aren't too keen on it. There was something about a middle-aged female teacher known for being cruel and unfair to her pupils, and she falls in love with someone and is willing to give up everything to be with him and to have as many kids as she can with this man, so she stalks him and such. Even if that doesn't sound bad, the manuscripts seemed a long, dull load of waffle.
This meant he would often throw the ball at me just to see my attempt to catch it. He knew I could answer the question well, but whether I could get better at catching the ball was another thing. I remember on one unrelated incident when he threw a book at someone at the back of the classroom because he "felt like it". The dude had balls - you can risk getting into serious legal trouble if you end up injuring a kid in a classroom.
The only other crazy educator I have had the absolute fortune of encountering was a supply teacher filling in for our A2 Politics classes at 6th Form, when our regular teacher decided to be AWOL for a month during a crucial pre-Christmas period when we would have exams afterwards. She buggered off somewhere, and this devout Catholic guy came in to teach us, after several successive lessons of cover teachers who couldn't teach the subject, so we were all too pleased to just get somebody qualified to guide us temporarily.
It started off normally, until he decided to just ignore written exercises and note-taking from the book, and decided to turn the lessons into seminars with a huge emphasis on political discussions. On one particular day, he started telling us about himself and how much of a disservice the young people of today are doing to the older generations by not producing vast numbers of children. Why? Something about pensions - and needing more people paying taxes and contributing to the state. This was before he started to throw a massive tirade about the evils of contraception and how we're not all planning to have at least 5 kids. Dude, we're kind of overpopulated as a country, mmmkay?
The last time we saw him, we'd grown oddly fond of him by then. Sure, we didn't get much done on the syllabus, but the lessons were genuinely entertaining and people actually turned up, rather than deciding to skive from time to time. He was in the process of writing a children's book and was moaning to us about the difficulties in trying to find a willing publisher to examine his manuscripts. He read a long passage of the book to us, and honestly, it's not hard to guess why publishers aren't too keen on it. There was something about a middle-aged female teacher known for being cruel and unfair to her pupils, and she falls in love with someone and is willing to give up everything to be with him and to have as many kids as she can with this man, so she stalks him and such. Even if that doesn't sound bad, the manuscripts seemed a long, dull load of waffle.