Originally Posted by
wrigglefingers
It was strange, even then. I went for my first teaching practice in the less glamorous end of Bristol, and the head of department thought it hilarious. I ended up teaching Food Technology to students with only spoons for tools because school had decided they couldn’t be trusted with anything else more dangerous. As it was, the police were called to deal with a student who’d set light to another’s hair by holding it in a gas flame on a cooker. I think that, as unlikely as it was, I benefited from having a lecturer who, at the end of his career and who was utterly untouchable as he held tenure, decided to teach us something that made him very happy; me too, if truth be told.
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