Favourites:
- Either of my two English teachers from year 7-13. Actually I think I had three that overlooked different years and I loved all three but two in particular - one was my form tutor from year 9 onwards as well and she was a sweetheart. The other one was our sixth form teacher and because our class was so small (there were five of us by the end of the second year, about 13 when the course started lol but they all dropped out) we'd literally start classes in the tea room and bring biscuits and basically have a bit of a gossip before we sat down to discuss exam questions and the Canterbury Tales.
- Also my English (Language) teacher when I went back to college a year or two later, he reminded me a lot of Charlie Brooker but a little less angry. I think I just enjoyed the teachers that created the most laidback/friendly environment, because he'd go from table to table and us four (a bit of a weird group: some super posh boy who wrote with a fountain pen he dipped in ink and spoke like Brian Sewell, a woman who was his carer/assistant of some kind???? and this other girl who I sat next to that was
) would again just natter with him about what was on TV the night before and how happy we were the News of the World was ending (it was around that time, and we'd analyse newspapers a lot for coursework).
- Only other teachers I really liked were either for the wrong reasons (taking the piss out of them a bit with the class) or ones that I can't remember too well from primary school... but our primary school was really out of the way and very "romanticised view of British summer as a child" in my head.
I can't actually think of a least favourite
anyone who disciplined me...it was fully deserved
so I can't think of a grudge I hold.