Thought of this story while reading http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=85532 & the ensuing amusing replies... I was going to post it as a reply but I think it works better as its own thread; I think this is the best place for it?
In the mid/late 80s, when I was in high school & home computing was really taking off, I chose to study IT for my GCSEs - well, I studied Computing as it wasn't even called IT then. The class was taken by a maths teacher who's idea of a lesson plan was reading directly from the handbook that came with the computers we had (BBC 'B' Microcomputers, for the older Brits on here!) She was lazy, ineffectual, utterly devoid of any relevant knowledge in the field, and claimed to never have even heard the word "fuck" until she started teaching at our school - considering she was nearly 50 and as wide as she was tall (and she was about 5 feet tall) we could all well believe no-one had ever used the term "fuck" before in her presence... She was actually married though, and this was the cruelest part of all - this dumpy planetoid of a woman's life-mate had saddled her with the surname "Lomas"; "low mass" was certainly not an accurate description of her!
But I digress.
Anyway, I was one of a lucky few who had a BBC at home (and had for about 5 years at this point), and she knew that I knew a lot more than her & she resented me for it. Other kids would ask me for assistance well before they'd consider going to her.
One day she couldn't get the teacher's machine to work. This was the machine placed at the front with the biggest monitor you could buy at the time, and as such was highly visible to the rest of the class. She called me over - rather, she yelled at me "what have you done to this machine?!" Accusation was dripping, oozing, writhing across the classroom floor towards the back corner where I sat... Where I'd been all lesson, excepting when I'd walked in from the door on the same wall as my corner; it was about as far from her machine as it was possible to get while remaining in the same room, in fact. I naturally protested my innocence, but went over to look & see if I could solve the problem.
On arriving at her desk, after the most cursory of glances I swiftly leaned over to the back wall & flicked on the power strip. The machine's own power switch was already on, & it bong-beeped into immediate life. Cue 5 minutes going back & forth with her about what I'd just done, with everyone around me of course able to see exactly what I'd done & acting as witnesses in my defence whenever she tried to drag them into the argument.
.....
As the computers represented a significant investment for the school, the classroom was always locked when not in use. This idiot woman's idea of maintaining security was to leave her keys out on the central island in full view & well out of her own reach... I felt this was unacceptably lax behaviour security-wise, and so one day a few weeks after the above events, I managed to not just sneak her keyring away but to remove the key for the door & then replace the main bunch where she'd abandoned them earlier.
The lesson ended. The children began disorderly filing out, heading for lunch. The teacher stayed to sort out a few bits of homework that had just been handed in. I made sure I was the last child to leave, and as I went through the door I turned & locked it behind myself...
I wasn't completely heartless; I left the key in the lock as I ran laughing to my friends up the hallway. She was rescued within 15 minutes, & I was soon called to the carpet by the department head. Yes, I got in trouble but it was treated nowhere near as seriously as I'd feared - and from that day forth, her keys always stayed safely out of sight!
.....
Oh and then there was the time when I had my early afternoon lesson, then stayed behind to join the second shift... They were far worse behaved than my group ever was, even smoking in class - it was this fine upstanding young man that allegedly introduced the teacher to the word "fuck"! I almost made it through the whole lesson without being rumbled, but 3 minutes before the bell my homeroom teacher came looking for me; she'd been reassigned to teach the lesson I'd been skipping, but had only then noticed my lack of attendance!
In the mid/late 80s, when I was in high school & home computing was really taking off, I chose to study IT for my GCSEs - well, I studied Computing as it wasn't even called IT then. The class was taken by a maths teacher who's idea of a lesson plan was reading directly from the handbook that came with the computers we had (BBC 'B' Microcomputers, for the older Brits on here!) She was lazy, ineffectual, utterly devoid of any relevant knowledge in the field, and claimed to never have even heard the word "fuck" until she started teaching at our school - considering she was nearly 50 and as wide as she was tall (and she was about 5 feet tall) we could all well believe no-one had ever used the term "fuck" before in her presence... She was actually married though, and this was the cruelest part of all - this dumpy planetoid of a woman's life-mate had saddled her with the surname "Lomas"; "low mass" was certainly not an accurate description of her!
But I digress.
Anyway, I was one of a lucky few who had a BBC at home (and had for about 5 years at this point), and she knew that I knew a lot more than her & she resented me for it. Other kids would ask me for assistance well before they'd consider going to her.
One day she couldn't get the teacher's machine to work. This was the machine placed at the front with the biggest monitor you could buy at the time, and as such was highly visible to the rest of the class. She called me over - rather, she yelled at me "what have you done to this machine?!" Accusation was dripping, oozing, writhing across the classroom floor towards the back corner where I sat... Where I'd been all lesson, excepting when I'd walked in from the door on the same wall as my corner; it was about as far from her machine as it was possible to get while remaining in the same room, in fact. I naturally protested my innocence, but went over to look & see if I could solve the problem.
On arriving at her desk, after the most cursory of glances I swiftly leaned over to the back wall & flicked on the power strip. The machine's own power switch was already on, & it bong-beeped into immediate life. Cue 5 minutes going back & forth with her about what I'd just done, with everyone around me of course able to see exactly what I'd done & acting as witnesses in my defence whenever she tried to drag them into the argument.
.....
As the computers represented a significant investment for the school, the classroom was always locked when not in use. This idiot woman's idea of maintaining security was to leave her keys out on the central island in full view & well out of her own reach... I felt this was unacceptably lax behaviour security-wise, and so one day a few weeks after the above events, I managed to not just sneak her keyring away but to remove the key for the door & then replace the main bunch where she'd abandoned them earlier.
The lesson ended. The children began disorderly filing out, heading for lunch. The teacher stayed to sort out a few bits of homework that had just been handed in. I made sure I was the last child to leave, and as I went through the door I turned & locked it behind myself...
I wasn't completely heartless; I left the key in the lock as I ran laughing to my friends up the hallway. She was rescued within 15 minutes, & I was soon called to the carpet by the department head. Yes, I got in trouble but it was treated nowhere near as seriously as I'd feared - and from that day forth, her keys always stayed safely out of sight!
.....
Oh and then there was the time when I had my early afternoon lesson, then stayed behind to join the second shift... They were far worse behaved than my group ever was, even smoking in class - it was this fine upstanding young man that allegedly introduced the teacher to the word "fuck"! I almost made it through the whole lesson without being rumbled, but 3 minutes before the bell my homeroom teacher came looking for me; she'd been reassigned to teach the lesson I'd been skipping, but had only then noticed my lack of attendance!



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