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| Teacher Crushes at
the Prescot Schools. Tell the
Prescotian Webzine of your
experiences, direct or indirect! |
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When
Val Shaw started, it was obvious
to all the pupils that the
masters were doing their utmost
to impress her in various ways.
One particular day I was in an
unruly mob outside the art room
waiting for Val to come along and
start her class.
She duly appeared with "The
Beak" Harvey who happened to
be going in the same direction.
On seeing us milling around and
not being in the requisite two
lines "Beak" realised
that this was his opportunity to
gain some favour in Val's eyes.
In an effort to excercise
discipline he promptly bellowed
out "Right boys two
abreast!". He had obviously
not considered what he was going
to say before he had said it.
Result--- Much howling of
laughter and chaos within the
group,Val very red in the face
and once he had realised what he
had said "Beak's" face
even redder accompanied by much
mumbling. [Steve
Peverall] |
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| My sister had a
crush on a teacher whom I shall
graciously refrain from naming.
She wrote him a love letter and
recorded a tape for him, and I
agreed to be the go-between.
Apparently it was quite the talk
of the staffroom. I am a teacher
myself now, so in retrospect I
can appreciate how embarrassing
it must have been for the poor
fellow, not to mention
potentially hazardous from a
professional point-of-view. I was
rather naive in those days, I'm
afraid! [Dave
Kernick] |
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| There was my
favourite, Joyce Thomas who took
us for French. I note the
nick-name given her elsewhere on
this site (T*tty). We never
called her that however as she
frequently wore a home knitted
sweater with her initials JT
embroidered in a “prominent”
position she was called J**cy
T*ts by all of us. We
especially appreciated Miss
Thomas for her last day of term
“treats” when she would
hoist herself up onto the
teachers table at the front of
class and whilst swinging her
legs in time to the music would
sing such songs as “Frere
Jacques” or Sur le Pont d’Avignon.
[Ted Moore] |
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