My high school Drama teacher was fired at the end of my Senior year - I think it was under the Morals clause. The fact that she had started sleeping with a former student, (who was black - she was white, and this was in the South - although not OFFICIALLY a no-no by 1982, it was still pretty much frowned upon by the powers that be) while still married. Then, while the appeals process was going on and she was still teaching, she had her students use class time to start a letter writing campaign to try to save her job (instead of lessons), and when that didn’t work, she withdrew all of the ‘Senior Awards’ for Drama from the end of the year awards ceremony, saying none of us had ‘done good enough work’ to deserve them that year. And she did this by not showing up to the ceremony, then informing he principal of her decidion via his answering machine (while he was at the ceremony) To this day most of her former students still have fond memories of her, except for my class. We loathe her.
Um… yes. And I’m very interested to know how you knew that.
Actually, the OP happened when I was younger and going to a different primary school, but I’m very much a Merchants’ brat now…
Educated guess ;). I grew up in Maghull and seem to recall you mentioning Crosby or Formby in another thread.
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Excellent deductive skills, my friend. And I have to say, alarm bells did go off at the sight of your handle.
My 5th grade teacher was one of the best teachers I ever had. It was at a private school, and his wife and children (both in high school) would often come in for special projects or demonstrations. 2 years later he murdered his wife- beat her to death and the burned down the house to try to cover it up…
Fairly traumatic, but I’m very glad he wasn’t my current teacher when it happened…
I went to a pretty strict girls’ high school where the absolute mongrel teachers seemed to stay around forever but if there was a whiff of them leaning to the left politically or being sinful enough to say we could call them by their first names out of class or something they were quickly transferred to a different school. Most of my favourite teachers lasted less than a 3 month term.
I had a lovely gentle English teacher who I idolised who committed suicide. This was long before the days of truama counsellors being called in if someone broke a window and we were all left to fend for ourselves. It was so bloody hard.
Teachers are such an influence, good, bad or deeply troubled.
My story doesn’t have to do with a teacher, it has to do with a principal.
After my junior year of high school, our HS principal retired after about 6000 years at the school (I have no idea how long he was there, but he was a legend). Our guidance counselor took over the principal’s position. Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly do a stellar job at his new position. Inconsistend discipline with students, playing favorites, inneffective leadership, you name it.
About 2/3 of the way through the year, he didn’t show up for work one morning. This was strange, because he was always at the school by like 5:00 am. Around 10, the superintendent and elementary principal went out to his house and found him slumped in his basement stairway dead of a self-inflicted shotgun wound.
Let’s just say that the rest of the year was… ‘interesting.’
Also, the man hired as guidance counselor that year was fired a few years ago after fondling 2 female students in his office.
That’s horrible! I certainly hope so. A teacher at my high school got fired for having a “relstionship” with a student. I din’t have the teacher, so I don’t know all the details.