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Date Posted: 12:11:44 11/17/11 Thu
Author: Gilly
Subject: Re: Dry and wrinkly
In reply to: BB 's message, "Dry and wrinkly" on 00:17:13 11/17/11 Thu

Oh that does bring back some memories of physics teachers. Our year had a reputation in the school as being the most difficult they ever had, we ewre the ones born at the end of the war, and our daddies came home. Rationing had finished, there were jobs in plenty, and all the money that we girls earned with our Saturday jobs and holiday jobs was ours with no need to give any to our mums (although mine did take a small amount of my holiday money as she said it was only fair to pay for my keep), anyway I digress.

We were a difficult group, feeling our feet and having freedoms that the teachers had never had, and could reduce many of the teachers to tears without really trying, with just a look or the sheer arrogance. We weren't naughty, just not very nice. Our poor biology teacher's surname was Slocock, a most unfortunate name for a biology teacher, and we could reduce her to a quivering jelly. It didn't help that she could easily get embarrassed and would raise her voice when doing the reproduction systems of rabbits, and go scarlett in the face. I managed to nearly set the lab on fire as we were heating alcohol over bunsen burners to turn the leaves in the beakers a different colour and my burner was turned up too high. Sudden whoosh and flames. I turned the burner off (0bviously) and the girl next to me (my very good friend, Von), with a very exasperated sigh of "Billy, what have you done now!" promptly put her exercise book over the beaker to extinguish the flames. We both then collapsed into giggles and the poor teacher was unable to chastise me as I was laughing too much. Von still reminds me, some 50 years later, that I was responsible for her exercise book being scorched on the outside, which of course sets us off laughing again. Mind, despite the fact that we were a difficult year (all the way through the school I have to say), it took 40 years before the record that our particular year set for the number of exams taken and passed to be broken, so we must have been doing something right, even if I was occasionally banished from the class (as was Von), but that was mostly the French class, but that was because the teacher said something to me in French that she didn't think I would understand and I promptly replied, telling her that she was a "poule", which isn't just a chicken, and she certainly acted like one as she spent a lot of time talking about her boyfriends, which I didn't want to know. Von was banished for reading her own book in class and was seent out to spend the rest of the lesson in the corridor - she took her book with her and read it there. Headmistress came along and asked her what she was doing so Von told her, so that was a detention for her (as well as me getting one for being rude to the teacher, but it didn't matter that she had been rude to me). Von was actually reading a French novel anyway, so should have been commended by the teacher for trying to improve her French. What she didn't realise was that there were several of us in the class who between us had every novel that particular writer had written, and shared them around so the whole gang was reading Franoise Sagan in French - I still have some of her books. Our Englis teacher, Mrs Allum (bitter by name and nature) hated us as we were, quite frankly, insolent to her, and sarcastic. Von would cheerfully get the paper out and read it, Celia sat knitting in class, and she did used to cry a lot. Poor women, we must have been a right crowd of little uppity bitches!!!!

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Re: Dry and wrinkly -- Norrie, 13:20:11 11/17/11 Thu