only went to school to eat my lunch and get a peek of lace or two down the back of the school pool at the end of term
My Step Father (RIP) was my Engineering Maths Tutor when I was serving my apprenticeship. Step Father/Sons are meant to fight like cats and dogs anyway, but he was really old school "What I say is right because I'm the master and you're the apprentice"
Sooo... one day he made the mistake of saying vector addition has to be done in a strict sequence (i.e. it's commutative)... so me being A grade smart arse respectfully raised my hand and told him I thought he was wrong.
He snarled and growled, insisted he was right etc, and I offered a simple proof on the board
Vector A + Vector B + Vector C = Vector D
ooo and look...
Vector C+ Vector A+ Vector B = Vector D too...
sarcasm"... hey I was right!!!" /sarcasm *snarl hiss spit fimble grumble*...
Aaaa well... it seemed a good idea at the time. I'm still not sure it was really a bad idea TBH
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My PE Teacher was an arse hole.
I met him at the Gym a couple of years after leaving school. He was still the rude and ignorant bastard he was in school.
He joined in some kickboxing training that I had been going to for quite some time.
He lasted 2mins of a 3 minute round. One of the happiest days on my early 20's![]()
I taught myself to sew at a very young age - so at intermediate - we had sewing classes - the teacher was fresh out of college. We had to make a draw-string skirt - basically a square piece of fabric with rope around the waistband (like pyjama trou). Like I would wear anything that ghastly NOT. I chose this denim fabric with strawberries on it - now I knew that the strawberries had to go upright - the stupid bitch wouldn't let me cut it out - I told her she was doing it wrong but no she cut it out - so the back had the strawberries upside down and the front they were right side up. I left the thing in her class room. I had been making my own suits - I remember I had made a black velvet skirt and waistcoat - I was 12 going on 13 - 5'9 and looked much older - cos I got into Saturday nite fever (5 o'clock session) and that was R16 - it helped that my brother's friend was 6'4. Oh Miss Cool I thought on my Cruiser pushbike lol.
I think that was the only time my mum went ballistic and supported me.
Actions speak louder than words or good intentions
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. - Paul Keating
hahahahaha, only fight I ever had with a teacher that I can remember was some art woman (not too surprising, considering I always failed miserably at poetry, pe and art).
We were drawing something or other as required, and I was drawing away, she was doing the rounds. Came past me, and disagreed with the way I had drawn something. Rubbed out what I had drawn, and drew it her way.
She walked on, and I thought, hold on, this is MY drawing... and rubbed it out and re-did. Needless to say, she wasn't impressed on the next pass, and demanded to know why I had un-done her work. I told her, you told me to draw something, and I am, my way. If you don't like what I have done, why don't you do the whole thing?
Funny... we never got on after that, and I naturally failed the achievement portion of the course (participation etc was always an A or B). I didn't care... I can still only draw stick figures, and they work fine![]()
Originally Posted by Jane Omorogbe from UK MSN on the KTM990SM
Eh, I always got kicked outta class before I had a chance to get in a argument!!
When I went to school the teacher was 'always' right.............he had the strap or the cane.
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Free Scott Watson.
in the 3rd form i did a big assignment on the Niger River, which flows through Northern African countries, including Niger.
my teacher crossed EVERY refence to Niger out, and replaced it with Nigger, then failed me for failing to research it thoroughly.
funnily enough, due to the research i did, i became so interested in that area, that i visited northern/western africa as soon as i was old enough to travel independently!
Hot teachers are always right.
I loved arguing with teachers but only the ones that taught subjects I sucked at and/or the teachers I just couldn't stand.
You know how some just manage to push all your buttons to the point where you just want to be a difficult arse to themStill remember poor Mr SMall organ Morgan and his underarm sweat patches.
BUT anyway - this thread reminded me of a situation in English. Funny little Scottish woman as teacher and the whole class was just being totally unruly so the main offender was kicked out. ANyway he stood at the door knocking saying Mrs .... Mrs ... let me in...and she replied Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin at which point my friend (at the time) yells out - YEs I noticed that Mrs ... you should bleach!
Talk about stop the room coldpoor woman - I feel bad for her thinking about it now but fark it were funny and she just used to push the group everytime with similar results.
I've never ever questioned a teacher![]()
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Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. - Joseph Rotblat
Fuckin A it can, and it did.
It only had 3 passengers, Pilot, Co-Pilot and an Aircraft Engineer and no passenger seats, a test flight of sorts, can't remember exact specifics.
But it will do it in a near vertical dive.
You'd be surprised what pressures run through an aircraft's frame under "normal" load.
It is what it is
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