What's the worst teacher you've ever had?
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My Intro to Engineering instructor was also my Computer Ethics instructor. In one class, he did absolutely nothing; his hot college graduate taught the class. In the other, he had no idea how to teach the class and we all go As.
At the OP, um, really no water or music? Yeah, we didn't get that in ANY of our classes, well, that's not true actually, just some of them. They were both against the rules, but most teachers didn't care so disregard that, lol.
As for me, my Science teacher (last quarter of 6th grade, 7-8, and High School) just did not teach. It was hilarious, we would play cards and watch movies and stuff. To be honest we did have to do work, but most of just wrote complete nonsense (Answers such as "This is Science." or something) and got A's. He basically gave anyone he liked a good grade. Luckily he liked me and I didn't care much for any science that wasn't related to technology or the human brain, so I was good.
Oh, but our Keyboarding/Computer teacher was awful. She also didn't teach, but she graded. She didn't understand the concepts of anything and was basically an upgraded typewriter teacher. We would ask for help and she would just come over and click things until she could get it to work. I got so pissed about it at the end of one year I told her off, only for her to completely forget I did anything of the sort by the time the next year rolled around. I think she was bipolar or something (No offense to bipolar people), she liked me one minute and the next she couldn't stand me. I got fed up with it eventually and just turned in work that "looked" done but wasn't.
Those are the only really bad examples, my teachers mostly liked me. I was a "good" kid but I was a huge goof off and didn't take anything seriously. They never got too upset with me though, even when I got caught with [adult swim]-style Sesame Street fan fiction ("Elmo want weed" had my class in stitches when the teacher read it out loud) in 7th grade. There was some erotic slash fiction a friend of mine wrote about another one of our friends that almost got us in trouble too, but our faculty was pretty lenient. You know, I ***** a lot about how crappy my school experience was, but looking back it wasn't that bad.
Dear god, is this what it's like to get old?
As for me, my Science teacher (last quarter of 6th grade, 7-8, and High School) just did not teach. It was hilarious, we would play cards and watch movies and stuff. To be honest we did have to do work, but most of just wrote complete nonsense (Answers such as "This is Science." or something) and got A's. He basically gave anyone he liked a good grade. Luckily he liked me and I didn't care much for any science that wasn't related to technology or the human brain, so I was good.
Oh, but our Keyboarding/Computer teacher was awful. She also didn't teach, but she graded. She didn't understand the concepts of anything and was basically an upgraded typewriter teacher. We would ask for help and she would just come over and click things until she could get it to work. I got so pissed about it at the end of one year I told her off, only for her to completely forget I did anything of the sort by the time the next year rolled around. I think she was bipolar or something (No offense to bipolar people), she liked me one minute and the next she couldn't stand me. I got fed up with it eventually and just turned in work that "looked" done but wasn't.
Those are the only really bad examples, my teachers mostly liked me. I was a "good" kid but I was a huge goof off and didn't take anything seriously. They never got too upset with me though, even when I got caught with [adult swim]-style Sesame Street fan fiction ("Elmo want weed" had my class in stitches when the teacher read it out loud) in 7th grade. There was some erotic slash fiction a friend of mine wrote about another one of our friends that almost got us in trouble too, but our faculty was pretty lenient. You know, I ***** a lot about how crappy my school experience was, but looking back it wasn't that bad.
Dear god, is this what it's like to get old?
All the sexist (female-supremacist) teachers I had (English, Drama, Music, History/Geography) were pretty bad but the English one was probably the worst.
She would actually complain about her husband to the class and one day a couple boys made her cry (for like no reason) and they got suspended. We had to write an 'opinionative essay' on the book 'To Kill A Mockingbird' on why it was so successful and I basically said because it's so old and teachers buy thousands of copies a year to hand out to their classroom. I got a 6/20 for that essay (by far the lowest mark). Well...it was an OPINIONATIVE essay ffs! Stupid *****.
Also...fat teachers. I don't want to sound stereotypical but of all the teachers that didn't like me, most of them were fat. Maybe it's because I am a skinny boy and they are envious of my fast metabolism. Or maybe they are just unhappy people and hated their lives so they took their hatred out on others. Maybe I just don't know nor do I care. It's their own fault.
She would actually complain about her husband to the class and one day a couple boys made her cry (for like no reason) and they got suspended. We had to write an 'opinionative essay' on the book 'To Kill A Mockingbird' on why it was so successful and I basically said because it's so old and teachers buy thousands of copies a year to hand out to their classroom. I got a 6/20 for that essay (by far the lowest mark). Well...it was an OPINIONATIVE essay ffs! Stupid *****.
Also...fat teachers. I don't want to sound stereotypical but of all the teachers that didn't like me, most of them were fat. Maybe it's because I am a skinny boy and they are envious of my fast metabolism. Or maybe they are just unhappy people and hated their lives so they took their hatred out on others. Maybe I just don't know nor do I care. It's their own fault.
I won't mention her name here, but she was my Theology teacher in Junior Year (I went to a Catholic school, which honestly wasn't bad at all. Except for this teacher).
She was a horrendous teacher. I got the general impression that she cared more about drilling us with her stupid babbling than actually educating us and giving us the motivation to think for ourselves. But this is what *really* drove it over the edge:
At one point, I had a final paper due in an hour for another class (with a super-duper strict deadline), so I asked her if I could use her printer really quickly before class had even started. She told me no, even though she wasn't using it for herself. She asked me why I needed the printer. I said that I needed to print out a document. I figure, fair enough, and I don't press the issue. But then, she's all like, "Oh, a responsible student would've done it last night. Why didn't you do it last night?" Now, at this point in the school year, I already knew that I hated her, and I didn't want to explain that my printer at home was being a dick, and I had been planning to use the school library printers, except those were being dicks too. So, I tell her that it was "personal," and, by personal, I meant "none of your fucking business." She *assumes* that I'm going through some traumatic event in my life, so she basically tells me to talk to the school counselor. And I'm thinking to myself, like... WTF. That's not what I said. But I go to the counselor's office anyway (he's a guy I already know, and we're cool with each other), I explain to him the situation, and he's like "Oh, okay. You can use my printer." I use it, and when I get back to the classroom, she's all like "Oh, okay. So did you talk to him about your problem?" I was like "Sure." But then later, she says hi to my counselor and actually asks if I stopped by and talked about my problems. He tells the truth, "He stopped by to print something because of a situation, but he didn't really have any problems to talk about."
Now this is where the fucking ***** starts going way over edge. She starts harassing me and calling me at home, being like, "Tell me why you didn't print your paper at home. Did you really have a personal problem?" And I replied "Yes, I had a personal problem," and, once again, by personal, I mean "it's not really your business, stop asking me." She harasses me for 20 minutes on the phone, trying to get me to "open up to her" ("I'm here for you if you need to talk. I care about you. Blah blah blah.") and just keeps harassing me. It gets to the point where she basically tells me that *I'm* becoming a headache for *her* (*****, YOU'RE THE ONE CALLING ME AT HOME), and that I should seriously just tell her what the "personal problem" was. Simply on principle, I refuse to. Nobody should have the right to simply *demand* to know whatever problems are in my life, especially if the underlying presumption that it's something serious. She actually starts harassing my counselor too, basically asking him to break his right of confidentiality and start telling her about my problems. Eventually, because I refuse to tell her, she calls me a liar, and I get detentions for 2 days in a row.
She was a horrendous teacher. I got the general impression that she cared more about drilling us with her stupid babbling than actually educating us and giving us the motivation to think for ourselves. But this is what *really* drove it over the edge:
At one point, I had a final paper due in an hour for another class (with a super-duper strict deadline), so I asked her if I could use her printer really quickly before class had even started. She told me no, even though she wasn't using it for herself. She asked me why I needed the printer. I said that I needed to print out a document. I figure, fair enough, and I don't press the issue. But then, she's all like, "Oh, a responsible student would've done it last night. Why didn't you do it last night?" Now, at this point in the school year, I already knew that I hated her, and I didn't want to explain that my printer at home was being a dick, and I had been planning to use the school library printers, except those were being dicks too. So, I tell her that it was "personal," and, by personal, I meant "none of your fucking business." She *assumes* that I'm going through some traumatic event in my life, so she basically tells me to talk to the school counselor. And I'm thinking to myself, like... WTF. That's not what I said. But I go to the counselor's office anyway (he's a guy I already know, and we're cool with each other), I explain to him the situation, and he's like "Oh, okay. You can use my printer." I use it, and when I get back to the classroom, she's all like "Oh, okay. So did you talk to him about your problem?" I was like "Sure." But then later, she says hi to my counselor and actually asks if I stopped by and talked about my problems. He tells the truth, "He stopped by to print something because of a situation, but he didn't really have any problems to talk about."
Now this is where the fucking ***** starts going way over edge. She starts harassing me and calling me at home, being like, "Tell me why you didn't print your paper at home. Did you really have a personal problem?" And I replied "Yes, I had a personal problem," and, once again, by personal, I mean "it's not really your business, stop asking me." She harasses me for 20 minutes on the phone, trying to get me to "open up to her" ("I'm here for you if you need to talk. I care about you. Blah blah blah.") and just keeps harassing me. It gets to the point where she basically tells me that *I'm* becoming a headache for *her* (*****, YOU'RE THE ONE CALLING ME AT HOME), and that I should seriously just tell her what the "personal problem" was. Simply on principle, I refuse to. Nobody should have the right to simply *demand* to know whatever problems are in my life, especially if the underlying presumption that it's something serious. She actually starts harassing my counselor too, basically asking him to break his right of confidentiality and start telling her about my problems. Eventually, because I refuse to tell her, she calls me a liar, and I get detentions for 2 days in a row.
I have been blessed with many, many excellent teachers and professors.
The one that stood out to me as being an exception to this was the one who stops class to make fat jokes about her own sister.
Because, yes, this is the sort of role you want to set for your 10-13 year-old students.
I mean, the kids liked her, but she just didn't teach well and was painfully immature. And she downright dismissed my inquiries of moving up in math levels. (I had A's in her class and was one of the more attentive students- no reason to not help me)
That was tough for me... Childish authority figures are something I really don't handle well.
The one that stood out to me as being an exception to this was the one who stops class to make fat jokes about her own sister.
Because, yes, this is the sort of role you want to set for your 10-13 year-old students.
I mean, the kids liked her, but she just didn't teach well and was painfully immature. And she downright dismissed my inquiries of moving up in math levels. (I had A's in her class and was one of the more attentive students- no reason to not help me)
That was tough for me... Childish authority figures are something I really don't handle well.
I had a teacher when I was about 8 or 9 who was, for want of better words, sadistic and evil. We we kids and he was pretty much the bogeyman for the entire year, even though half the kids didn't get him;
1) He used to tell pupils to do something innocuous i.e. hand out Maths textbooks, then rage at them for doing it and threaten to send a letter to their parents for "bad behaviour".
2) He picked on a few students really badly just because; one girl actually became clinically depressed. My parents ended up getting involved and he was shocked when they started threatening action.
3) Once he decided we'd have a 'game time' and started a game of Chinese whispers; the guy sitting next to me was daydreaming and didn't pass on the message to me, so he broke up the game, took me and a couple of other random people out and raged at us for ruining it for everyone and told the whole class that there would never be another game time.
4) He would keep us in at break and lunch times for a few minutes because we had been "disruptive in class" (read - one person he especially didn't like had talked; he didn't have favourites, only people he didn't hate as much); some times we only had like 5 minutes for break.
5) He was ugly, short, fat and had an air of arrogance about him that meant even the other teachers hated him.
One of my friends, who was in the other class for the year group was especially hated and he once told him to get out of a joint PE lesson because "I don't want you in my class". Another time my friend's teacher allowed him to play his Gameboy for a while because he had finished his work early; my teacher saw this across the corridor, stormed over, grabbed his Gameboy and threw it in the bin and was about to start raging at him when the other teach squared up to him and she, for want of better words, threatened him to stay out of her class, permanently.
Officially he was able to get a posting as a headmaster up in the Isles somewhere, but we all reckoned he'd been fired; our headmistress was really nice; she believed that children where there to learn, but also do so in a way that made it enjoyable; he did nothing but inflict misery on us for a whole year.
1) He used to tell pupils to do something innocuous i.e. hand out Maths textbooks, then rage at them for doing it and threaten to send a letter to their parents for "bad behaviour".
2) He picked on a few students really badly just because; one girl actually became clinically depressed. My parents ended up getting involved and he was shocked when they started threatening action.
3) Once he decided we'd have a 'game time' and started a game of Chinese whispers; the guy sitting next to me was daydreaming and didn't pass on the message to me, so he broke up the game, took me and a couple of other random people out and raged at us for ruining it for everyone and told the whole class that there would never be another game time.
4) He would keep us in at break and lunch times for a few minutes because we had been "disruptive in class" (read - one person he especially didn't like had talked; he didn't have favourites, only people he didn't hate as much); some times we only had like 5 minutes for break.
5) He was ugly, short, fat and had an air of arrogance about him that meant even the other teachers hated him.
One of my friends, who was in the other class for the year group was especially hated and he once told him to get out of a joint PE lesson because "I don't want you in my class". Another time my friend's teacher allowed him to play his Gameboy for a while because he had finished his work early; my teacher saw this across the corridor, stormed over, grabbed his Gameboy and threw it in the bin and was about to start raging at him when the other teach squared up to him and she, for want of better words, threatened him to stay out of her class, permanently.
Officially he was able to get a posting as a headmaster up in the Isles somewhere, but we all reckoned he'd been fired; our headmistress was really nice; she believed that children where there to learn, but also do so in a way that made it enjoyable; he did nothing but inflict misery on us for a whole year.
He was a really, really nice and awesome guy, but the English teacher I had my junior year of high school was kind of an idiot. This was honors English, by the way. Now, to preface what I'm about to say, some of this is stuff that I would never expect most people to know. However, if you're TEACHING it, you DO need to know what you're talking about. Especially for an honors-level class.
I should mention that the man had been teaching mostly these same books for TEN YEARS and still had no idea what he was doing.
-He told us that Julius Caesar completely and utterly conquered Britain on his first go at it.
-While teaching Macbeth, he said that Hecate was just another witch, but more powerful. She was a Greek goddess.
-He taught Lord of the Flies without mentioning symbolism AT ALL. He taught it as a straightforward narrative.
-When I asked why he chose Macbeth instead of Hamlet for the required example of Shakespeare, he said, "because Hamlet didn't really affect the other characters like Macbeth did."
-Now, I was the only Junior in my school allowed to take AP Lit instead of waiting to be a Senior since the teacher vouched for me being able to handle it. I was taking it the same semester as the aforementioned English 11. When we read the famous poem Ozymandias, he asked the class what we thought about it. After a while of the class blankly staring, I finally raised my hand and rambled on for a while about all of the symbolism. Frailty and mortality of man, eternity of nature, man's arrogance, etc. etc. etc. He just gave me this really condescending look and said, "oh, I guess you must have gone over this already in AP Lit, huh?"
UH, NO. I READ THE POEM, JUST NOW, AND TOLD YOU WHAT IT WAS ABOUT.
My friend in the class was an aid for his next period class, and told me that he used my exact words to teach them the poem.
-He used a single short passage translated into modern English and the movie The 13th Warrior to teach us Beowulf. 'Nuff said.
-While teaching Macbeth, he said that Hecate was just another witch, but more powerful. She was a Greek goddess.
-He taught Lord of the Flies without mentioning symbolism AT ALL. He taught it as a straightforward narrative.
-When I asked why he chose Macbeth instead of Hamlet for the required example of Shakespeare, he said, "because Hamlet didn't really affect the other characters like Macbeth did."
-Now, I was the only Junior in my school allowed to take AP Lit instead of waiting to be a Senior since the teacher vouched for me being able to handle it. I was taking it the same semester as the aforementioned English 11. When we read the famous poem Ozymandias, he asked the class what we thought about it. After a while of the class blankly staring, I finally raised my hand and rambled on for a while about all of the symbolism. Frailty and mortality of man, eternity of nature, man's arrogance, etc. etc. etc. He just gave me this really condescending look and said, "oh, I guess you must have gone over this already in AP Lit, huh?"
UH, NO. I READ THE POEM, JUST NOW, AND TOLD YOU WHAT IT WAS ABOUT.
My friend in the class was an aid for his next period class, and told me that he used my exact words to teach them the poem.
-He used a single short passage translated into modern English and the movie The 13th Warrior to teach us Beowulf. 'Nuff said.
I should mention that the man had been teaching mostly these same books for TEN YEARS and still had no idea what he was doing.
Well, nothing as bad as the OP's substitute, but I remember a sub back in high school that always went on saying "My word is law in this room". I get that you're in charge sir, but you don't need to keep saying it every 5 seconds. If he was afraid of us starting a revolution, it would be because of him constantly reminding us of his position.
Another teacher gave me a C instead of a B in Social Studies, just because of my handwriting. Okay, I don't have the neatest writing in history, but this isn't an arts class or an english class. Pulling me down a grade is not going to motivate me to write better.
Another teacher gave me a C instead of a B in Social Studies, just because of my handwriting. Okay, I don't have the neatest writing in history, but this isn't an arts class or an english class. Pulling me down a grade is not going to motivate me to write better.
A guy called Mitja Kostomaj, he was our experimental gaming lecturer. The man had no background in... anything as far as I can tell, his lectures consisted of us watching disorganised slideshows of him and his son at a museum looking at sculptures followed by him inventing terminology and setting projects with loose poorly defined objectives
The guy couldn't engage with a class, had a serious ego problem and when he lost the interest of a class it was always someone elses fault.
The guy couldn't engage with a class, had a serious ego problem and when he lost the interest of a class it was always someone elses fault.
A supply teacher that we never knew the name of. The only things he said were "Sit down", "Shut up" and "Do your work" in interchangable order, so we came to refer to him as Mr. Do-your-work.
It was all going fairly awful, with every question being answered by one of the three pre-programmed responses, when a girl we all knew for hysterical fits of laughter asked him for a pen. He told her to do her work. When she argued that she needed a pen he told her to go and stand in the corner and face the wall, almost raging at this point. Of course she started laughing, which only made him angrier which, in turn, made her laugh harder and then everyone else got into the argument against him.
After that he decided that since we'd "misbehaved" we'd be kept behind (last lesson of the day) but we were having none of it. When he went into the storeroom behind the front desk we closed the door on him, wedged a few tables and chairs in between it and the teacher's desk and legged it.
He never came back.
It was all going fairly awful, with every question being answered by one of the three pre-programmed responses, when a girl we all knew for hysterical fits of laughter asked him for a pen. He told her to do her work. When she argued that she needed a pen he told her to go and stand in the corner and face the wall, almost raging at this point. Of course she started laughing, which only made him angrier which, in turn, made her laugh harder and then everyone else got into the argument against him.
After that he decided that since we'd "misbehaved" we'd be kept behind (last lesson of the day) but we were having none of it. When he went into the storeroom behind the front desk we closed the door on him, wedged a few tables and chairs in between it and the teacher's desk and legged it.
He never came back.
My last art teacher. She hates EVERYONE. I can understand strictness, but she is just a... What's the word I'm looking for... *****. Every time I ask a question, she gives me this look [http://www.roflposters.com/implied-facepalm-when-something-is-so-fucking-retarded-a-full-and-proper-facepalm-is-not-even-necessary/954994/] and then complains out loud about how incompetent and useless I am before helping. She at least knows what she's doing, which is good, but she is just really... Unpleasant. Did I mention she told me "Don't take my class ever again" on the last day?
Well, gladly, you fucking *****, I'll never take your class again. By the way, everyone in this school thinks you're a ***** too, and so do I. Fucker.
Well, gladly, you fucking *****, I'll never take your class again. By the way, everyone in this school thinks you're a ***** too, and so do I. Fucker.
Holy crap. That guys not just a bad teacher, he's a fucking criminal.Bob_Dobb said:
I laughed so hard at this. Where I'm from, locking a teacher in a cupboard would probably get you expelled, or at least a long suspension.teqrevisited said:
Kinda long rant, so its spoilered.
OT: Well, my current IPT teacher has no idea what he's doing. We worked all the time out of a textbook, and he always said "don't read the textbook, just do the questions at the end of each section. If you don't know the answer, just guess." I learnt more from reading the textbook in the week before the half-yearly exam than two terms of his rubbish teaching. We were marking a test and he had clearly marked one of the questions wrong. He refused to budge, that started talking shit about us "insinuating" he was a bad teacher. I would've liked to tell him then. He spent half an hour ranting about how we should stop wasting time and almost cried in the middle of his rant. Next term, all we did was our project so we asked "what will the test be based on?". He said "paper"...
Also, another teacher made us sit in alphabetical order, tries to look young when she's about 70 and is also kinda crazy.
Also, another teacher made us sit in alphabetical order, tries to look young when she's about 70 and is also kinda crazy.
My art and physical education teacher from 10th grade. She hated everyone and was dumb as a barn door. Calling someones work good was like praising satanism for her. Smiling happily towards a student was like drowning a puppy.
I especially remember one PH-class when we acrobat-lessons. I am the worst acrobat in the world, but that does not mean I tried. She walked up to me and said that if I failed, she would love to give me an 1 (F) in PH.
It doesn't´t end there; back in the art class at least six other students made a bird house. Not that they where bad, but I was the only one who made a key formed key holder that you can hang up on the wall to keep track on your keys. She looked at everyones work an called mine uncreative...but the birdhouses was creative ???
I want to thank the schoolstaff of Oeraker Secondary education for forcing her to quit.
I especially remember one PH-class when we acrobat-lessons. I am the worst acrobat in the world, but that does not mean I tried. She walked up to me and said that if I failed, she would love to give me an 1 (F) in PH.
It doesn't´t end there; back in the art class at least six other students made a bird house. Not that they where bad, but I was the only one who made a key formed key holder that you can hang up on the wall to keep track on your keys. She looked at everyones work an called mine uncreative...but the birdhouses was creative ???
I want to thank the schoolstaff of Oeraker Secondary education for forcing her to quit.
Mine was a Creative Writing teacher in the 9th grade. She was probably the worst person I've ever met, and that's saying quite a bit.
This is a woman who:
Gave me an F on my first project because she decided that I hated and wanted to kill another student in the class because I made up a poem that made fun of his crappy beard (seriously, we were friends. We were both in the chess club.)
Gave me another F on our final project because I used a picture of Jesus holding a mentos stick (Jesus: The Freshmaker!) in my project because of one of my poems and because I thought it was funny.
Afterwards she pretty much refused to speak with me and arbitrarily failed me from the class.
She forced a parent-teacher conference where (secondhand information from parents) she apparently raved nonstop about me and my utter inhumanity and irreverence. She basically painted this picture of me as a monster.
At said conference she also stated she thought I would be the next school shooter, like those guys who hit Columbine High School.
She made my mother cry.
Honestly, if I ever saw her again I might have to prove her right about my "violent tendencies" even though I've never gotten into a fight.
This is a woman who:
Gave me an F on my first project because she decided that I hated and wanted to kill another student in the class because I made up a poem that made fun of his crappy beard (seriously, we were friends. We were both in the chess club.)
Gave me another F on our final project because I used a picture of Jesus holding a mentos stick (Jesus: The Freshmaker!) in my project because of one of my poems and because I thought it was funny.
Afterwards she pretty much refused to speak with me and arbitrarily failed me from the class.
She forced a parent-teacher conference where (secondhand information from parents) she apparently raved nonstop about me and my utter inhumanity and irreverence. She basically painted this picture of me as a monster.
At said conference she also stated she thought I would be the next school shooter, like those guys who hit Columbine High School.
She made my mother cry.
Honestly, if I ever saw her again I might have to prove her right about my "violent tendencies" even though I've never gotten into a fight.
I don't think I had a bad teacher, I have teachers I didn't like but I'm pretty sure I had it coming because I can be a real dick sometimes when I'm bored, but we did have a one off "lecture" by local politicians which went to hell within the first 10 minutes and stayed there for about 45 minutes.
They were all basically rivals with each other so whenever a question was asked they were all having a contest of "I'll have the last word here to explain why those two are dickheads and I am God!" which becomes annoying when you want to know when your old school is going to receive the renovations that have been withheld from it for the last 10 years.
Oh, and than someone asked why they didn't allow teachers from the UK to stay for more than 5 years which almost always meant we were understaffed. Politician said that wasn't a problem, the person asking was obviously an idiot and to sit down. Than some of the best students in the class stood up and firmly explained how he was wrong and than the guy basically started hurling insults and shut ups back at them and demanding apologies, than the head master stepped in to explain the students were right and the guy stopped taking questions.
And one politician asked us how many of us voted and complained about the low turn out, forgetting that the majority of us weren't of voting age (16) when it happened.
So yeah, Guernsey politicians can go **** themselves for all I care.
They were all basically rivals with each other so whenever a question was asked they were all having a contest of "I'll have the last word here to explain why those two are dickheads and I am God!" which becomes annoying when you want to know when your old school is going to receive the renovations that have been withheld from it for the last 10 years.
Oh, and than someone asked why they didn't allow teachers from the UK to stay for more than 5 years which almost always meant we were understaffed. Politician said that wasn't a problem, the person asking was obviously an idiot and to sit down. Than some of the best students in the class stood up and firmly explained how he was wrong and than the guy basically started hurling insults and shut ups back at them and demanding apologies, than the head master stepped in to explain the students were right and the guy stopped taking questions.
And one politician asked us how many of us voted and complained about the low turn out, forgetting that the majority of us weren't of voting age (16) when it happened.
So yeah, Guernsey politicians can go **** themselves for all I care.