tasadam wrote:Frenchmans. Mud. You're a teacher, you deserve it. We all remember school....
Son of a Beach wrote:So now do I spend my money on new bushwalking equipment, or new sailboarding equipment? Decisions, decisions!
Son of a Beach wrote:As retribution, I'm moving this topic to the 'Between Walks' forum (actually the real reason is that there's not a lot of controversy, and it has only a thin connection to bushwalking).
I can go one better I retire dec 24th and can BW any time now subject to monetary resources
the_camera_poser wrote:LOL- actually, being a maths teacher is just about as miserable as being a student at itmes. YOU try explaining logarithms to a bunch of hormonal, randy 15 year-olds.
Nothing personal, Who's Asking! LOL LOL
tasadam wrote:. We all remember school....
red tag wrote:Yes, the humiliation..... ..
The parish priest was conducting exorcisms in the old abandoned hospice next door ... http://www.toowoombapressreleases.com/?id=123116
I know this priest ..this was my school ...and I was there at the time ......
Mike
flyfisher wrote:Still I think some teachers would be well served by a bit of mud and a few leaches
FF
You didn't take long to learn that, thenDevon Annie wrote:[As a teacher, albeit a fairly new one, I think there are a lot of kids who would also be well served by a bit of mud and a few leeches!
Stuck? STUCK????Chris wrote:Went off Esperance a bit when they had birds dropping out of the sky due to lead poisoning, and if the thought of drinking recycled water hadn't worried me a bit, I'd sure be put off Toowoomba now.
Looks like I'm stuck here.
C'mon, Nik, we're talking about a Maths teacher here...Son of a Beach wrote:Just because something is bad, doesn't necessarily mean that anything associated with it is bad.
That does explain everything, doesn't it...the_camera_poser wrote:Do you guys feel anymore sympathy for me, a bit more love, when I tell you I'm a MATHS teacher?
red tag wrote:Yes, the humiliation.. endless patronizing .. trauma ... mental agony ... things in black robes hovering and yelling at you ( nuns ) ..Never a word or encouragement or praise, instead , constant put-downs . One of the *&^%$#@! even harrassed me on the phone .. she would ring my house and abuse me ... I was only 7 year old . Being told "only Catholics go to heaven" ... endless hours memorising a green book.. 'my catholic catechism'. Learning to write with a messy ink well and blotting paper ... this in the 1960's ! Buying nibs from the newsagents .. then onto fountain pens ..more mess . School would not allow biros .
I was dragged in front of the 2 senior classes and publicly humiliated " your a coward " the head nun ( Mother Louis ) smugly announced . A elderly , senile, half blind nun I had for grade 6 , she would tell us often " your behaviour is abominable " . Boys flicked rolled up wet paper at her , when she turned her back... with rulers .. little white spots stuck on her back !
The parish priest was conducting exorcisms in the old abandoned hospice next door ... http://www.toowoombapressreleases.com/?id=123116
I know this priest ..this was my school ...and I was there at the time .
Mike
the_camera_poser wrote:Ahhh the joys of being a teacher. Last day of work today, no more until February 8, 2009.
No money, lots of time. Now which hike do I do first?
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