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Remembering an awful supply teacher
November 15th, 2005 at 18:58
I’ve just been reading through the B3ta question of the week about teachers and it reminded me of a terrible supply teacher I had.
When I was in year 8 or 9, the new IT teacher, after only two weeks in the job got almost the entire school year off because of stress. His long-term replacement supply teacher was awful.
I was the excellently behaved kid at or near the top of the class in my form (although I only got a C for modesty)- this tedious backstory is neccessary if you want to share in my pain.
For some reason, or more likely, a number of similar reasons, we were on “class report”, which essentially meant that at the end of every lesson, the teacher signed a piece of paper and commented on the class behaviour, noting down the naughty kids, who would then get detentions automatically.
This was an IT lesson – a subject that I knew more than the regular teacher in, let alone the supply. I had to show Mr Nameless how to crop an image in Microsoft Publisher, for example. It was very easy to “babble him with science”.
After working hard all lesson, no doubt doing something like “word processing and using Encarta”, the kids who had been misbehaving all lesson told Mr Nameless that I was “hacking the c:\ drive”, whatever that meant. The lunchtime detention I had because of it went on for so long that I missed any opportunity to get some lunch. He was an arse.
He must have enjoyed being treated like dirt, as he once took our form, who were notoriously dreadful, for English. The room the lesson took place in was actually a larger room divided by a plastic curtain, and was quite flexible, and could be opened when the head of English decided to “double up” as a “treat” for “not employing enough teachers”.
The same kid who, erm… grassed me up for my awful hacking crimes went into the classroom on the other side of the divide, and waited for Mr Nameless to stand behind it, before kicking it as hard as he possibly could. Needless to say, Mr Nameless flew a good few feet across the classroom. At the time, I acted shocked and/or indifferent, in order to not get in trouble, but in retrospect, he deserved it.
The “grass” was suspended for a day, and is probably now sitting in a ditch crying about where it all went wrong. Hooray!
Better still, when this supply teacher left the school at the end of the year, it was announced in the end of term assembly to everyone in the room cheering loudly. Mr Nameless was in the room at the time.
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