Fucking teachers

Not as bad as doctors who do their master’s bidding by sectioning people who ask questions and inject them with anti psychotic drugs (see the cases of soldier Vivian Cunningham and Holly Greig campaigner Robert Green), and prefer to talk about cycling when they should be discussing your health, but they can still be dodgy.

I’ve read stories of teachers being sent on “common purpose” courses, and how they have “circle time” in class where the kids stand in a circle and are encouraged to talk about private issues. These sessions are conducted in front of a social worker.

If anyone’s a teacher on here and has encountered this sort of thing I’d be interested to hear about it, please.

You should be careful how you write your post headers, i got all excited for sweet fuck all.

There you go Sev, fill yer boots or hankies



Appaarently she was a real teacher but got the sack for showing her arse on the internet

http://iwishnews.org/?p=2038

They never looked like that when i was at Eton.

aye, they looked like this

Ha ha ha

Was talking to a young teacher this afternoon and after my limited repertoire of pleasantries:

Hi, how are you?
(She’s stunning by the way) Can I have a pair of your pants? (I couldn’t)

as I’m such fun to be with, I launched straight in and asked if she’d encountered Common Purpose at her school.
She hesitated and replied that she had.
Me being me, I went for the kill and asked if I could have a pair of her pants now (I couldn’t) and what she thought of Common Purpose.
She went red and stuttered, “well it’s quite a big subject”.
She’s lost, she’s been taken in by it all, what a waste.
I asked one more time for a pair of her pants and she asked me to leave.

I did Common Purpose way back in the 90s.
Bag o' shite.

PS She wasn't your teacher, "test", she was your duty psych nurse. Probably a bloke too.

Would your time not be better employed completing unpaid commissions rather than being rude to your better?


Well, tell us of your experience with Common Purpose, oh wise one.


She wasn’t my teacher, none of my teachers looked like her, they all had beards, even the female ones, she’s a teacher I know. I’ll swap you her phone number, for lunch in the Crystal Palace if you want, but at 22 she’s too young even for me, let alone a gentleman of your years.

The other day a teacher asked if I could go to her college and help her with something. Great I thought, I may be able to instil some critical thinking into the students instead of the common purpose nonsense the syllabus fills their malleable young minds with presently.

What a fucking game entering schools it is these days. Sign in on a touch screen, have your photo taken, buttons behind reception to open doors, dearie me.

Anyway, I’m talking to the teacher when one of her students wanders up and asks if I’m her boyfriend. Now the teacher is very pretty, way out of my league so I had a little smile to myself........ until the little bastard said, or is it your dad? My ego was crushed.

Students are wrong-uns.

test wrote:What a fucking game entering schools it is these days. Sign in on a touch screen, have your photo taken, buttons behind reception to open doors, dearie me.

That's what happens when you're on the sex offenders register. Can't have shifty types (Immo excepted) mixing with vulnerable types

Now then, James, you know sex offending is predominantly a highland past-time.