What was your head teacher like?

"Head teachers should not be treated like football managers and face the sack if they have a bad year, union leader Mike Welsh has warned.



The National Association of Head Teachers president criticised what he called education's "quick fix" and blame culture.



He told NAHT's conference that creating a good school took time. "



http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/100鈥?/a>



I remember mine. He was selected, because he played rugby. He didn't seem to do much as a head. I know he played a lot of golf.What was your head teacher like?
She was EVIL.
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What was your head teacher like?
A drunk.. and liked walking up the stairs behind all the girls in short skirts... I will say no more..
My head teacher was the cousin of Hitler.

Plain horrible



Dunno if he had one ball thoughWhat was your head teacher like?
Mr Bendy Wyre was quite good as head teachers go.
Harsh as nails. Also i was bit of a trouble maker then. Always getting bellowed at, frog marched, standing outside the class...



I tell people now they cant believe that i used to be such a charachter.
Mine was always in an unassailable postion, as Head.

He led 'an order' of Jesuits - with a quiet but very firm hand.

He may have 'taught' the lower and upper VIth forms - if so, I missed it, having had to leave school aged 16.

We had a couple of 'moments'.

One day - a friend was telling me the Head was keen that I should join an ex-curricular Religious studies group. I replied : "Well you can tell Father B he can go fcuk himself".

My life then flashed before my eyes, when I realised the Head was stood just 3 feet away - behind a pillar, making his devotions, in a side-chapel to Our Lady.

He frowned at me - and murmured: "Oh dearie me - doesn't Nemesis get noisy when asked to do things he doesn't want to."

(For a week I feared a letter to parents, confirming I'd been expelled - but it never came.)

Not long after - the Head was watching preparations for a performance of 'Oklahoma'.

A member of the choir - I'd refused to perform since it involved wearing a wig and a skirt - and singing silly songs about cow-girls and stuff.

So I was delegated/relegated to being a 'stage-hand' - and the Head crept up behind me (again) as I was sweeping the stage, commenting : "For heaven's sake, Nemesis - don't you even know how to use a broom ?"

As a cheeky, precocious 14 year-old, I spun round and retorted - "No I don't, Reverend Father - we have a vacuum cleaner at home."

The Head nodded - and sloped off - no doubt thinking "What an obstinate little beast."



My point is, of course - in those far off days (ca 1957) there was never any doubting who was in command and control. Within the known perameters, one COULD challenge 'authority' - as kids do - but we (the kids) knew how far we could go - before being killed or something worse.



In the 60s and beyond - the frontiers of 'freedom' swept away the perameters - teachers were told they only got the 'respect' they deserved, the vandals stormed the gates, the goths were into a lot of black paint - and with so many black people also invading - things kinda got a bit out of hand.



But pendulums swing like pendulums do - what goes round comes round - and whilst it might take another generation to correct - I'm sure it'll get sorted.

My grandchildrens' fate depends on it - but I remain optimistic.