Re: Strange Teachers
Posted by:
Big John (---.rit.reuters.com)
Date: July 23, 2003 02:29PM
Ooh, a "shop-the-teachers" thread! I've got one or two - there's even a chance Simon'll recognise them...
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Top of the list is Mr T, who taught German and Russian. He taught me German for five solid years and Russian for three. Admittedly he was the only teacher of Russian we had, but I might at least have had a luckier break with the German. And to think, this was top set we're talking about here - perhaps the powers felt we didn't need Noam Chomsky or summat teaching us, I don't know. I also don't know how he hung on for as long as he did, or how the hell he made Head of Department. Most likely it was an attempt to promote him out of harm's way. It failed.
Mr T's chosen method of teaching was to use 'Radiovision'. 'Radiovision' is, or was, a suite of BBC language courses that came with a set of photographic slides, accompanying audio and printed text. "This is Goettingen town hall. In olden times it was the wombat-wrestling centre of Germany." And so on. I'm not saying this would have been bad now and then, but Mr T actually let it do his teaching for him. Entire years of my academic study were taken up with 'Radiovision'. Mr T knew his grammar and knew it well, but we had a second German teacher to take us through that, the literature, the written exercises, the reading comps, etc. All we did with T was listen to the tapes, stare goggle-eyed at the slides, and do "fill-in-the-missing-word" exercises. Numbing stuff. We actually entered into a knowing, concerted effort to break his will and send him off with a nervous breakdown. All we ever got out of him were some amusing class dismissals. (In A-Level year we started smuggling in dictaphones and recording these outbursts. A fellow sufferer still has some of these on tape.) He retired a year after I left.
In my A-Level year he was made to present one of our three set German texts to us. Lacking a 'Radiovision' tape for it, he made haste to the library, found a commentary on the book, photocopied the entire thing fifteen times, and handed the photocopies to us, and started setting us practice essays. When he was happy that we could regurgitate enough of the commentary from memory, he put us back on the 'Radiovision'. Incredibly, he even introduced a couple of the "fill-in-the-missing-words" exercises into our mock exams. By this time we were overtly dismantling his classroom during German lessons in a bid for human contact.
There was a brief glimpse of hope when I started learning Russian - for a couple of months, I got some actual real grammar teaching out of T. And then, with mounting horror, I watched T open up his cupboards and pull out the first of many Russian 'Radiovisions'...
So that's Mr T. I can still do a mean ("mean" as in cruel, as well as reasonably accurate) impression of him, draw amusing caricatures of him (thanks to years of practice in his lessons), and recall in gritty detail his numerous quirks and foibles. But I think 'Radiovision' pretty well sums him up.
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Honorable mentions go to Father H, the assistant chaplain who taught Latin with a sadistic sense of humour; Mr W, the well-loved Chemistry teacher who'd lost a couple of fingers in a rock-climbing incident, but liked to claim he blew them off in the lab, and who was known for exploding his experiments; and Mr H, the supply teacher who taught us Physics for a year, and who, to my unjustified astonishment (the clues were all there...), was outed as a paedophile on a television documentary earlier this year. Yikes.
Finally, Mr S, the headmaster of the prep school I went to (age 10-13). Mr S nominally ran and administrated this prep school, and still taught Physics (for a while, at least). Unfortunately, Mr S had had a stroke a short while previously, and was not at his peak. One memorable afternoon he taught us about micrometers by holding one up and describing it, briefly, seven times. Then he walked out. Bless 'im.
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