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Okay... just for balance here... I actually had some VERY cool teachers/lecturers. The only one who was both dangerously insane and a good teacher, however, was a certain Mr James (a drama teacher), who at the time I thought was a complete cunt.
Many are the tales I can tell of this lethal lunatic (that's possibly an exaggeration- I did once see him reduce the class bully to tears while explaining about the different registers of speech, and then, having sent him out of the room, say "now much as he deserved it, *** has just been a victim of the next register I'l tell you about- anger!), but one goes such:
Okay. We're about, like, 12 or 13. And he's trying to explain to us stuff about different uses of language (funnily enough, kind of along the lines of Lurid's thread about the word "gay".)
He basically got us all to sit down, and tell him as many words for the disabled as we could think of. Of course, a bunch of 12/13 year olds aren't gonna have to look too far for a whole bunch of derogatory terms. And he's smiling along, every now and then saying stuff like "mong! okay, that's a good one!" (I feel I should point out, there weren't any disabled people in our class... otherwise the whole point of the exercise would have been lost, and he'd just have been an absolute cunt.)
Then, after about ten minutes of this, he asked this guy to go up to reception to meet a friend of his who was coming in to give us a talk, following it with "You'll recognise him. He's in a wheelchair."
We all shut the fuck up pretty quick. After a few minutes, he told us he'd made this guy up, and could someone please go and tell *** they could come back down now?
Then asked us how we felt for the remaining half-hour of the lesson.
Man, he was cool.
He did have a shit moustache though. |
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