Officer Dibble

My hopes aren't high for this thread but I was sitting on the bog the other day and I realised how much influence, my old primary school music teacher Mr Harrison had on me as a kid (in London).

We had assembly every day after lunch and we sung all manner of songs from Cat Stevens, Irving Berlin, the Beatles and Ralph McTell. It had such an impact on me and this is probably the only place to acknowledge him.

Thank you, Sir.



Anyone else?????

Cheetah7

Well not from my school days, I have no happy memories from that at all.

But when I went to college at the age of 27, there was one tutor called Pippa - can't remember her surname and just some of the stuff she taught us really influenced me and I still live by some of what she says now.

Sherlock Holmes

Mr. Picken. My 11+ teacher. I met him a few years back, he would have been 70 by then. He remembered my name! A dedicated man whose only thought was to get us educated.

Officer Dibble

Whilst I'm at it, my English teacher Ms McArd. Thanks.

vauxhallmonterey

Miss Honeywell, Std 3, who cared and gave her kindness to a dirt poor, unloved kid, never forget. Thanks

Dorothy

Mr Tory who in grade 5 taught me to appreciate music. If we got all our work done by lunchtime he would play his guitar and sing folk songs for us.

Mrs Smith, my high school science teacher who told me she would give me a passing grade if I promised not to take science again. She inspired me to show her that I was indeed good at science, achieving over 80% in physics, chemistry and pharmacology in college.

Grade 9 typing teacher who taught me to stand up for myself. At 15 years old surviving a fire which killed my friend's mother (and my finding her body) she needled me for details until I finally decided to stand up for myself and tell her to go **** herself.

Bernieboy

Mr Mc garrigle my PE teacher,a right orrible b'stard,who got me to a level of fitness that ultimately saved my life on a number of occasions a few years after i had left school,the world salutes you mr orrible b'stard.

expatasia

Latin teacher at High School called Taylor whose old style hectoring fear-inspiring methods got me first interested in languages and gave me the confidence to master them and enjoy living so far two thirds of my life in non-English speaking countries.

moneypenny20

Mr Chaudoir, Geography teacher all through Secondary School. I had a major crush on him and he made me smile a massive amount Oh and Miss Clubley, Deputy Head, bitch from hell who made my life hell until I found Mr Chaudoir.

Officer Dibble

In hindsight, the 'Orrible Bastards were quite often the best.

Thumbs up to a thankless job.

DeadVim

Bloody good thread, not a shout out to one of mine but my daughter's Prep teacher, Miss Pitt ... If you could bottle and sell her then all kids would get a turbo-charged start

irishbloo

My English teacher Mr Garvey was super.He used to have us marching around the classroom reciting poetry.Also my geography and gaelic teacher Mr Culhane.Not only was he a good teacher but he was drop dead gorgeous.

The Squire of Onchan

I have to thank my former Music Teacher, Miss June Harris, for giving me the mental & physical stimulation to crack my first one off ...

That breast hugging turtle neck, pleated skirt and long brown boots ...

*reaches for Kleenex*

Dreamy

I was a girly swot and loved school - sad, I know.

(Just a shame it wasn't reflected in my A Level results, but hey ho)

Here are the teachers who encouraged me and tried to persuade me that I could achieve amazing things if I only believed in myself.

Junior School - Mr Horrill - set us all up ready for the scary world of Secondary School, and never deserved his nickname of OrridOrrill. Famed in local history for chasing the resident bad boy across the playing fields after said bad boy laid out the headmaster (nasty little shit) (the headmaster that is. Although the bad boy did try to break my nose once - last I heard he was in Durham Prison for attempted murder, so I possibly got off light)

Maths - Mrs Stobbart - taught me how to do the Rubik's Cube and was always ashamed that, as Barry Venison's careers teacher, she told him to concentrate on his schooling as he'd never make a career out of football.

German and form teacher for most of my secondary education - Mr Russell - a complete nutjob who used a mini Paddington Bear to demonstrate German verbs. WHY DID YOU LEAVE US MR RUSSELL??? Instead, we had a real German take us for our final term of German, she was vile, although to be fair, she was slightly distracted by the boys at the back of the class muttering Heil Hitler under their breath every time she walked by and her complete lack of English.

English - Miss McGough - she is totally to blame for my apostrophe fetish and the belief that yes, I can write, and some day, I will write a book

Chemistry - Mrs Foster and Mr Peacock. I will always remember having to abandon the tower block after a misunderstanding about the need to use the fume cupboard when mixing chemicals that *may* produce emetic gases. It was funny to see a line of first years throwing up. I will also always remember the difference between 'colourless' and 'clear' when describing the contents of a test tube.

Electronics - Mr Bartowski - the most genuis person I ever met. Unfortunately he was shite as a teacher, but still, he was a genius so it was allowed.

Physics - Mr Dolman - I don't regret not letting you touch me up in the Physics lab, even if it meant you refused to let me do A level Physics. You bastard. And it was your fault that I did shite in my applied maths course.

Music - Miss Cassells - I still can't sing and I still think I can. It's your fault for encouraging me to do all the school musicals and reviews because I had the loudest voice. I will be forever proud of my Grade 4 in the recorder.

PE - Mr Sheldon and Mrs Sneddon. Mr Sheldon - you were my first crush along with every other female in the school. Ooooo those tighty whitey shorts you used to wear :swoon: Mrs Sneddon - thank you for introducing me to sailing (which resulted in me meeting TheOriginalMrDreamy and shaped the rest of my life) and vodka. How I ever competed in any regattas after spending the evenings before at your house, in a state of complete pissedupness, I will never know, but I thank you for it anyway.

Wow... I have lots of people to blame for making me the person you see before you today

iamthecreaturefromuranus

Mr Butterworth, Head of Year, who, at 13, changed me from potentially being a thug, to someone who actually learnt at school and who left school with a set of 'A' levels.