{"id":1415,"date":"2011-10-06T00:26:28","date_gmt":"2011-10-06T00:26:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/?p=1415"},"modified":"2011-10-06T00:32:58","modified_gmt":"2011-10-06T00:32:58","slug":"the-teacher-feature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/occamstypewriter.org\/vwxynot\/2011\/10\/06\/the-teacher-feature\/","title":{"rendered":"The Teacher Feature"},"content":{"rendered":"

Writing my last (proper) post<\/a> reminded me that way back in 2009 I started a series on my most influential teachers<\/a>, and that I\u2019d intended to include my PhD supervisor in the list. However, given that it\u2019s World Teachers\u2019 Day<\/a> today (and seeing as I\u2019d always planned to do this in chronological order), today I\u2019m going to talk about my secondary school teachers instead! My PhD supervisor will just have to wait, although hopefully not for another two years.<\/p>\n

I went to the Joseph Rowntree Comprehensive School<\/a> from the age of 11-18, and had what you might call a mixed experience. The school\u2019s intake area encompassed both affluent and (relatively) deprived areas; the top 10% or so did very well academically, but many of us were bullied by the rotten apples among the other students, and the bottom 10% was rather dire (we had a high pregnancy, drop-out, and police record rate. One girl in my form was divorced with two kids at 18). However, I had a small but close group of friends \u2013 and some absolutely wonderful teachers.<\/p>\n

There were two stand-outs, and funnily enough they themselves were educated at the same secondary school, somewhere near Nottingham I believe (although not at the same time!)<\/p>\n

Ann Lawrence<\/strong> taught biology, and is responsible for my love of genetics.<\/p>\n

I spent most of my childhood wanting to be a vet (thank you, Mr. Herriot!), and therefore paid extra attention when I started learning biology as a separate subject at the start of secondary school. I was already starting to consider other possibilities \u2013 large animal zoology, mostly (thank you, Sir Attenborough!) \u2013 when Miss Lawrence became my teacher and everything changed.<\/p>\n

Miss Lawrence wasn\u2019t universally popular, but I loved<\/em> her. She had an incredible enthusiasm for her subject: she\u2019d start explaining something, get carried away with how awesome it all was, get faster and faster and more and more animated, literally jumping around the classroom at times \u2013 and then collapse in a heap at the end with a hearty \u201cand it\u2019s DEAD CLEVER!!!!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019d already experienced this technique once or twice, but then came our first ever lesson on Mendelian genetics. I\u2019ve blogged before about the impact this lesson had on me<\/a>:<\/p>\n

I remember the lesson to this day. She told us what was understood about the nature of heredity at the time. She told us how Mendel designed his experiments and meticulously carried them out. She told us about the famous 3:1 and 9:3:3:1 ratios of different traits that he observed in first generation hybrids. Then she told us how the theory of discrete and independent allele inheritance with no blending was worked out, and showed us how to logically map out all possible allele combinations, according to that same theory, to arrive at a ratio of 3:1 or 9:3:3:1.<\/p>\n

Well, I was hooked. It just made so much sense.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(and it\u2019s DEAD CLEVER!<\/em>)<\/p>\n

I was lucky enough to have Miss Lawrence as my biology teacher almost until the very end of high school (she spent my last term or two on a research placement in an actual university lab, thus teaching me that it was actually possible to do this cool stuff for a living), and her enthusiasm never abated \u2013 although she saved her best performances for anything genetics-related. I went back to see her a few times after I moved on to study genetics at university, although I felt bad about how jealous she got at all the cool things I was learning and at my plans to go on to do a PhD in her beloved subject.<\/p>\n

I once told her that I\u2019d thank her in my Nobel Prize acceptance speech, but this blog post will have to do now that I\u2019m no longer in the running!<\/p>\n

Viktor Klays<\/strong> taught history and was our head of sixth form.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir\u201d, as we all called him, was<\/em> almost universally popular, especially among the sixth formers. He first taught me at the GCSE (age 15-16) level, when history was my favourite non-science subject. Sir taught us how to evaluate the source of any piece of evidence for objectivity and reliability \u2013 but also that even the most biased sources can be extremely informative. His lessons on 20th<\/sup> century European history were interspersed with tales from his own family: his grandparents were Polish, and had escaped from the advancing Russian army at the end of WWII by stealing a bus and making a dash for the border.<\/p>\n

He also had a great sense of humour, and a knack for analogies. In a classic example, he once described the concept of passive resistance by saying \u201cif you all started running amok and yelling and throwing things at me, I\u2019d be able to crack down hard and hand out the harshest possible punishments. But if you all just sat there smiling at me and refused to open your books when I asked you to, there\u2019d be nothing I could really do!\u201d<\/p>\n

A week or two later, he asked us to settle down at the beginning of a lesson and open our books.<\/p>\n

\u201cNO!\u201d, said the class clown.<\/p>\n

We all immediately got what was happening, and sat there smiling at him in silence, books closed.<\/p>\n

He asked again. Nothing.<\/p>\n

Again…<\/p>\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n

He laughed. \u201cI see what you\u2019re doing, and I\u2019m very glad you were all paying such good attention when I was talking about passive resistance!\u201d he said. \u201cNow, please open your books\u201d.<\/p>\n

Smiles.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease? C\u2019mon, we have a lot to get through. Pleeeeeeaaaase!!!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

This went on for a good five minutes before we finally relented.<\/p>\n

The fact that I remember his lesson to this day is an excellent indicator of an excellent teacher! And there are other examples: the time he booked the drama studio and staged a recreation of the House of Commons debate on appeasement versus war with Hitler\u2019s Germany, rather than just teaching it \u201cstraight\u201d; the time he told us that the Turks had an advantage at Gallipoli because they held the higher ground and could therefore roll their grenades down the hill, we all believed him and included it in our answers on a national mock exam, and from that point on he had to explicitly tell us when he was joking.<\/p>\n

He was also an excellent head of sixth form who seemed to genuinely care about all the students, and went out of his way to help people get into their preferred universities and courses.<\/p>\n

HONOURABLE MENTIONS<\/strong><\/p>\n

David Atkinson, aka Wacko Acko<\/strong>, an eccentric old-school chemistry teacher who believed that loud and spectacular explosions were the key to successful learning.<\/p>\n

Barbara Greatorex, aka Getafix<\/strong>, another excellent chemistry teacher who also took us on our Duke of Edinburgh Award<\/a> hikes in the Yorkshire Dales, taught us how to read maps and break into the school minibus, and let us go to the campsite\u2019s pub (but not drink alcohol) even though we were only 16. The subject of many hilarious pranks by some of my friends, all of which were offered and received with great good humour. There may be another post in here somewhere!<\/p>\n

Angela Nickless<\/strong>, an English teacher with a wickedly dry sense of humour that not many of us got, who challenged me to read the most difficult texts and was the only teacher truly honest with me when I was choosing my A Level subjects (everyone else was trying to persuade me to do their subject, but when I told her I was taking Biology, Chemistry and Maths, she said \u201coh, yes, those are all much more useful than English. Have fun, and do come and visit me!\u201d)<\/p>\n

Pat Holmes<\/strong>, who let those few of us taking GCSE music hang out in the music department, completely unsupervised, every lunchtime for years, thus sparing us the horrors of the cold, rainy, and unfriendly playground and giving us the opportunity to try every musical instrument in the stock cupboard, often with hilarious results.<\/p>\n

Mrs Briske<\/strong> (I never knew her first name), another eccentric old-school teacher who called herself \u201cThe Old Bat\u201d and thought I was brilliant because I was the only girl in an A Level maths class of ten. As much as I liked her, the best thing she ever did for me was retire halfway through my final year; she\u2019d been letting my sloppy mistakes through because she liked me (\u201cyou made a mistake on the last line, but I knew what you meant so I marked it correct\u201d, she\u2019d say as she handed back our tests), and my grades plummeted when the new teacher started. This was obviously very good for me, as the national exam boards were unlikely to be so forgiving of silly mistakes.<\/p>\n

Gary Martin<\/strong>, who was my form (home room) teacher for my last two years. Absolutely lovely bloke who let us call him Gary as long as there were no younger kids in earshot and decorate his rather pathetic Christmas tree with Polo mints and a star cut out of a Coke can. I was painfully shy at school, but he wrote something wonderful on one of my reports \u2013 he said it was clear from observing me with people I trusted that I had a very outgoing and fun personality in my own way, and that I would thrive at university. This was the first time any teacher had ever said anything on the subject other than that I was far too quiet \u2013 something my parents never believed, given the amount of talking I did at home! I cried when I read what he\u2019d written, and I\u2019m even tearing up a bit now.<\/p>\n

RESPECT AND GRATITUDE TO ALL THE TEACHERS OUT THERE!<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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