friday wearing a midnight planétarium for the joy of it
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Aaah but being a PE teacher, are you lower in the hierarchy?tetley10 said:seanoconn - gruagach craic!0 -
Those who can, do
Those who can’t, teach
Those who can’t even teach, go and work in teacher training0 -
Organised teachers are amazing. Alas, I’m not one of them!!pinno said:
loljohngti said:
Those who can’t even teach, go and work in teacher training
My mother was a teacher. In fact, she never stopped being a teacher.
She was trained in Derby. What I always admired was her level of organisation and prep.0 -
But on the other hand, those slightly off beat, whacky and impulsive teachers were the one's you remember the most.johngti said:
Organised teachers are amazing. Alas, I’m not one of them!!pinno said:
loljohngti said:
Those who can’t even teach, go and work in teacher training
My mother was a teacher. In fact, she never stopped being a teacher.
She was trained in Derby. What I always admired was her level of organisation and prep.
Mr Bailey (Biology) came over as a bit of a stroppy, shouty man but he had a great sense of humour and brought the subject to life. Things he said, i'll never forget.
[He became a volunteer for the organisation I ran and that's another story].
Mr Gill (had apple cheeks because as a child he wanted to look like Theodore Roosevelt and actually put crab apples in his cheeks) History teacher - put real colour into History. His lessons went off track (in a history sort of way) and we were riveted.
I could go on but that isn't getting anything done.seanoconn - gruagach craic!0 -
Seano will probably remember a maths teacher at our school that was truly terrifying. He had some sort of invisible force field around him. He could walk across the middle of the playground whilst 1,500 boys were running riot and nothing would come close to him. The Tae Kwon Do sticks he carried added to the presence he had. He was a great teacher though, unfortunately I got thrown out of his A level class for laughing in his face when he was screaming at me. Wasn't my fault, he'd shaved off the big red beard he'd had for years and as he was shouting at me the entire class was behind him rubbing their chins.1