But anyway back on topic
Une: My games teacher who leers around the changing room and stands next to anyone who is taking their top or skirt off and stays in there longer than she's meant to.
Deux: My maths teacher, he spent the entire time telling us about how people used to smuggle wheelbarrows over borders and something about cats, i spent the whole day drawing in my book and got screamed at for it, he has a greasy toupee and sweats all the time and goes on and on about his poor wife. He reduced my grade to 15% by the end of the year but i got back up and I've now been misplaced into top set, woop.
Trois: My Art teacher with the shrill voice of a banshee that reduces girls to tears and made us shake in our boots. One girl did a final peice on canvas, made her own frame and everything then she forced her to another because she never mentioned that it had to be on A4. Grrr.
Quatre: Our R.S teacher who likes to poison our lungs with air spray, even spraying it my face once becuase the room apparently 'smells of damp'. Screams at me repeatedly for not believing and reputedly critisizing 'the holy word of the bible!! ye'll burn in hell!' And also for suggesting that we try researching different religions like Bhuddism.
Qinq:Our german teacher, a known stoner, that blasts god-awful 80's music through the halls while sitting on his bean bag. Once properly screamed at me for some argument we had then said ''I think you'll find I'm not shouting'' maybe i should've let that one argument go.
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