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We had a music teacher who was Miss Chilleystone every lesson started with

Early one morning, Who is Sylvia and Greensleeves.!Word perfect!

singing - we had "On wings of Song" and "The Cambells are coming" which I always thought was "The camels are coming" I also thought that Abysinnia was in Wales - everything in Wales is Aber something or other!! Maths teacher, Miss Chilcott was an absolute bitch - used to ask a question and then stand tosssing the chalk up and down in her hand while she waited for the answer. She never got one from me cos I was so s..t scared when she spoke to me I never actually heard the question!! Vowed I would kill her if I ever met her when I left school. Saw her a few years back at the school centenary and couldn't believe the old bitch was still on the go - they say the good die young - true in her case

Ive just looked up Violet Elizabeth Chilleystone she died aged 86, well I'm blowed !!

Our English teacher claimed to have taught Jean Simmonds the actress, Miss Hartwell always came in with dirty gardening hands and drew circles round our mistakes until there were holes in the page !
We gals... would end up working in Woolworths if we didnt work hard. Well someone has to work there ?

we had a sewing lesson once a week and I hated sewing I just didn't see the point of it. I remember having to make a pencil slim skirt-I said to the teacher-why am I doing this, I don't wear skirts-she said cos I had to-when I finished it I chucked it in the bin
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I started the thread so I,ll post another one.
(They rewarded this teacher with a trophy)

He that knows not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool - shun him.

He that knows not and knows that he knows not, is a child, teach him.

He that knows and knows not that he knows, is asleep, wake him.

He that knows, and knows that he knows, is a wise man - follow him.

Happy days

Algebra,most certainly,I still dont know what its uses are:-))lol

Our biology lesson covered the reproductive system of the earthworm.

I left school before I learnt about girls.

Oh, the innocence of youth.

I had sewing in Junior school - we had to make a pair of knickers - french seams and all that. Took them home and my Dad said to Mum, don't let her wear those out in a high wind or we'll never see her again!! They were voluminous and bright pink!

In one biology lesson we had to count the segments of a pickled earth worm but mine broke so I threw it behind the radiator and counted what was left!

Definately Sewing. My sewing teacher hated me. She would always pick on me and find fault in whatever I tried to make. Took me 3 years to make a blouse. That's probably why I hate sewing.
Love crocheting and Knitting though and taught myself that. Who needs a teacher.
Sewing teachers name I always remember it was Miss Lee. We all called her OLD MA LEE
We used to sing a song about her when she wasn't in the room. She used to pop out the back to have a quick fag. Wish I could think of that song. Now I'm OLD and forgetful lol.
Regards
Jackie

we spent weeks learning this poem in junior school for a class play, and i dont know why, but we ended up not doing it !!!!

I am a toad, a friendly thing
i eat your slugs and flies
i know im ugly brown and squat
but have you seen my eyes

just look at them like jewels rare
gleaming in my head
i watch you with them as i sit
upon your garden bed

please like me little girls and boys
i cant help how i grew
ive got to be a toad you know
and you have got to be you



funny what daft things stay in your head eh lol

xxLynnxx

We had a new P.E teacher who decided we should learn to play lacrosse. We hated it when it was our turn to stand in goal because it took forever and a day to get kitted up, ...then just as long after the lesson to take off all the padding again before running through the dreaded communal shower.
Only one other school in our part of Hampshire played this game, so not alot of competition.
I've never watched a game since my school days.

Gwyn

We were taught how to iron a shirt and the correct way to fold it.....................I'm sure we had coat hangers back then! lol

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Logarithms....??? I didn't understand them.

Valencies.... " Now girls, this has a valency of ( whatever)

.....What did it all mean?

Thank goodness I've never needed that knowledge.

Gwyn

Sewing for me!!! God I hated it - once had to make a gathered skirt - mum very kindly sewed the hem for me by hand (so I could take it in to school the following day for marking) as I was going to safety-pinn it up!. The old cow of a teacher said "Very neat Jacqueline, but why oh why did you make the hem so big???"

Mum was not amused!! pmsl

Latin again

Amo
Amas
Amat

sadly never needed it much lol!
wrote at the back of my book

Latin is a language
as dead as dead can be
it killed the ancient Romans
now it's killing me

don't think the teacher thought it funny!

I think that the most useless thing that I learned at school (I use the word 'learn' loosely; I never got to grips with the blasted thing) was 'Modern Maths'.

Never, ever, have I had to add; subtract; multiply; etc. in base 2 or any base other than 10. Nor have I ever knowingly encountered a polygram. :(

Is a polygram a bit like a strippogram but uses a parrot, without any feathers?

Jac (who also hated maths as well and could see no point to any of it, as she was determined to marry an accountant and he could do all the sums!)

Sewing and algebra were the things I hated....probably because i couldnt do either, oh and learning about the arable farming of Russia lol!!


Physics was another one I just couldnt apply to my life, probably why i failed it sooo badly!!

Hello Harry,


Caz xxx

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son: the jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch.
He took his vorpal sword in hand; long time the manxsome foe he sought.
Then rested he by a TumTum tree and stood a while in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock with eyes of flame came whiffling through the tulgy wood and burbled as it came.
The vorpal blade went 'snicker snack'; he left it dead and with his head he came gallumphing back.
'And has thou slain the Jabberwock, my son? O frabjous day, callou, callay,' he chortled in his joy.

That's as much as I can remember; I learnt this at the age of about 9 (I was the Tumtum tree in my Brownie uniform!)
Not sure that the vocabulary and spelling were of much help - not a clue why we were taught this one!

Helen

P.S. Sewing also - I hated it. To this day I don't own a sewing machine and have resisted all suggestions of one as a 'present'!