Do you remember your teachers?

The first headmistress I had at my senior school always wore her gown. Ditto Miss Harrison the art teacher mentioned earlier.
The head’s successor was a moderniser, and didn’t. She also modernised our uniforms, into something we were supposed to prefer, though to be fair they were at least a slightly less repulsive shade of brown. But she was evidently on another planet when she told us that our new summer uniform dresses were nice enough to wear out of school. As if!!

Many of the teachers at my all girls school were stuffy old maids who I am certain didn't like girls.
My favourite teachers were Mrs Smith and Mrs Brennan,who were both good and kind.
The worst teacher I won't name. She was feared by all of us and we dreaded her lessons.

Academic gowns were very useful for keeping chalk off clothes, in the days of blackboards and chalk.

Nell. ?

I went to a girls’grammar school and there were a lot of old misses there. If you went to the staff room for something when the door opened you were met with a blue haze of cigarette smoke. Wouldn’t happen these days I am sure. Some were good teachers, some not so good but they all used to swish around in their academic gowns. Ridiculous, looking back. I did well at school because I was good at exams, a bit of a knack I had. I think it annoyed them because during the year I wasn’t that good. To be honest I was glad to get out of the place.

I won't forget the headmaster at my primary school. He was called Dad!

Oh yes, how can you ever forget them? Mr. Stockton who taught English and I was terrified of him but he was a brilliant teacher, Mr Dempsey who taught history and used to dance into class, Mrs Dyson who was the cookery teacher and rather stuck up, Mrs Gee who taught French and was a real lady, Mr Haunch who taught maths and knew there was no hope with me but very sweet! I could carry on, never been any improvement in my maths but good at English!

Callistemon The (unmarried) French teacher studied at The Sorbonne although she was English.
Anyone can study in the French Sorbonne couses, just pay your money

I've just remembered Miss Shepherd who got me an interview for an office job in my last year at school. I got the job. Thanks Miss.

Me too Grannywannynanny. First day at school I was so scared I wet my pants. I was made to stand on a box in front of the class while the teacher announced 'Look what this dirty little girl has done'. That was the start. I can't recall many nice teachers.

Was lucky and had good teachers through infant and juniors, Miss Campbell, MrsWilliams, Mr Lyons the head, soon replaced by Mr Cockerill. Then on to secondary, all good teachers one that I remember fondly, Mrs Booth, taught music, sewing and domestic science, latter skills for life.

I remember the teacher who hit me round the head so hard that my glasses went flying. That was for the heinous crime of not being very good at maths.
My mother got to hear of this and burst into the classroom and hit him.
That somewhat clouded my opinion of teachers as you can imagine ?

My mum, who was at school in the 1920s used to tell me that she had a teacher called Mr Askew and they used to have a rhyme…
Mr Askew, may I ask you if your Ass is all Askew

I forgot Miss Harrison, the art teacher, who I’m sure thought I just wasn’t trying and despised me for it. If only - I’d have given anything to be able to draw like so many other girls could.
My report for art was invariably just one word - ‘Weak’.

lilypollen

In High School. Miss Overy, Miss Goldsmith, Miss Burgin got married in hols became Mrs Greenfield likewise Miss Boswell became Mrs Hyam, Mrs Wrankmore, Mrs Delaney. The Misses Taylor, Miss Lawrence and Miss Donaldson. There were the dragons, better not to mention on this post.

I think you and I went to the same school, lilypollen. I know most of those names...

Mrs Brown, the art teacher who, in our first lesson with her, made us go to the science lab under the art room to hear what a dreadful, disruptive noise dropped drawing boards made, to ensure that we would be Very Careful not to drop them in future. She was clearly oblivious to the fact that the high heeled gold stilettos that she always wore ensured that in the science lab you could hear her every movement during a lesson

A dreadful primary teacher, Miss H, at a pretty dreadful (private) school - luckily I was only there for 2 years after we’d moved. She would rant and storm and throw things - even once threw a boy at the blackboard - we were all petrified of her.

All my mother ever said was, ‘Poor old thing - I expect she lost her boy in the war.’
At some parents’ event where I was present, I saw her all pink-faced and simpering at my father, who was both good-looking and extremely charming.

Despite all I’d told him, all he said afterwards was, ‘Oh, I thought she was quite a nice old thing.’
I felt so betrayed!

Some time after I’d left, my folks moved my little sister from that school to the state church primary virtually next door - after my mother had found the headmaster (who had a new Jag almost every term on the proceeds) shouting at little sister, then only about 5, because she was waiting for my mother in the wrong place.
Little sister went from that primary to win a full scholarship at an independent school that is still academically one of the best in the U.K.

At my girls’ grammar school teachers were variable, but not one was horrible. We had a wonderful French teacher, Miss James, who later did a crash course in Russian, in order to teach it to the more able linguists among us. We did A level in just 3 years (might add that I was pretty rubbish at everything but languages.). She helped us enormously with the set books by giving us lists of vocabulary (she bought a Cyrillic typewriter for the purpose) to save us endless time in looking up so many unfamiliar words.
She was the best ever.

Maw

Mostly at primary school. The best was Mr Last, a lovely man who went out of his way to help us. At secondary we had a very 'interesting' lady called Mrs Goufini, passed away now but she was very memorable. Could be very scary if we hadn't do e our homework (not in a nasty way) but also really cared about how we did and what sort of girls we would become. She gave out aniseed balls and wore a wig that was always a bit skewwif. I still use one of her sayings "laziness, did I ever offend thee? "

I remember them all, the good, the bad and the ugly both in looks and temperament. From Infants to Grammar.

Ha ha mawbe…..NO!

Lucca
Well if it had been missing an “r” it would have been even worse.

You mean Mrs Wrankmoe - absolutely!

My first teacher in infant school also taught me before I went up to Juniors. She was Miss Little. Mrs Allison was the Headmistress, she was an amateur artist and had a studio with her husband
Mr Bell was the Junior school headmaster, everyone was rather afraid of him. Mrs Hay taught embroidery, she failed with me.
My favourite Junior school teacher Miss ? went off to get married after only one year at the school. I liked Mr Jefferson and Mr James.
At Secondary school we had a Mrs Sharp for domestic science. Sharp by name, Sharp by nature.
Mrs Hooton taught biology, she was young and trendy. Mrs Clark taught English and Mr Anderson taught maths. He was a board rubber chucker. I didn't like him, and I think he gave up on me. The rest I don't recall the names of, but I liked most of them.

I remember most of my teachers but sadly my clearest memories are of the ones who struck fear into me. The cruel teacher I had as a 6 yr old laid the foundations for a dislike for school that never left me.

My village primary school was small and had only one lady teacher and a headmaster.
Both were kindly and well loved by pupils and parents.

Mrs Ruth Stott was my most favourite teacher.
She taught me in what would be Year 5 or 6 at middle school. I’d love it if she was on here!
She definitely fits the GN demographic.
She’d be in her 70s now.
She had a daughter called Antonia.
I’ve mentioned this on numerous occasions, but here goes again, Frank Skinner was my A level English teacher.