Here is the piece from the Times Educational Supplement I mentioned yesterday, in which I was interviewed about my favourite, or most inspiring teacher at school. As I said in yesterday’s blog, one of the reasons for my taking part in Jamie Oliver’s Dream School programme is that I want to show not how easy teaching is, as many who can’t do it like to pretend, but how hard. I had a fair few good teachers in my school and university days, but the one I mention here stands out. So does another German teacher, Mr Mason, but that might also have been because he was, like me, a Burnley fan living in Leicester
I was born in Keighley, West Yorkshire, but when I was 11 my father, a vet, went to work for the Ministry of Agriculture and we moved to Leicester. I was enrolled at City of Leicester Boys’ School, a comprehensive, in the middle of term. Gary Lineker went there a few years after me.
In my fourth and fifth years and in the sixth form I had John Webster as my German teacher. I studied English, French and German at A Level. My father came from the Inner Hebrides and English was his second language after Gaelic, and one of my two brothers is a linguist, so an interest in languages runs in the family.
Mr Webster was a very encouraging teacher – he obviously loved the language and loved it when people really engaged with it. Once he accompanied us on a school trip to Krefeld in Germany and the teachers we met there said Mr Webster was the only non-German they’d ever heard that spoke the language flawlessly. That impressed me.
Because my school was very much maths- and science-focussed, there were only two of us in my upper sixth German class with Mr Webster, so we got very intensive teaching. I liked school and had a slight workaholic streak in me. When I studied for my German A level, for example, we did Goethe and Brecht and I wouldn’t just cover what we studied in class, but I’d study around the subject off my own bat, as well. He also encouraged us to listen to German radio and he took me to Birmingham University to see the German Department perform plays. Mr Webster was also the sort of guy you could nab outside the classroom and have extra time with, too.
He probably quite liked me because I worked hard and he said I had an extraordinary capacity for retention. If he was explaining some complicated construction in German, I got it straightaway. I think he was teacher who was strict if he had to be, but you got a lot out of him if you behaved. I can see with my own children when they talk about teachers: there are those they like and there are those they respect, but if you can get a combination of that in a teacher, the chances are they’re teaching you very, very well. Mr Webster was like that.
As a student I was a bit lively, but I didn’t misbehave. I only got the cane once, when I was caught shoplifting. My only other act of rebellion was wearing a Burnley Football Club scarf in class – eventually the teachers got tired of asking me to take it off.
It was Mr Webster who suggested I apply to Oxbridge – neither my parents nor I had thought about it. I think I was the first at my school to go to Oxbridge to study languages when I was accepted to Gonville and Caius at Cambridge to read French and German. I thought maybe I’d go to work in the European Union.
I didn’t keep in touch with Mr Webster after I left school, but when I worked for Tony Blair he wrote to me at a time when I was getting a lot of flak in the press. His message was something along the lines of, ‘Don’t let the b******s get you down.’ He wrote again when my father died. I found it very touching. He retired at 55 and lives out in Norfolk and is a guide on local history. He told me he still has one of my German essays, which is flattering.
I thought of Mr Webster when I agreed to teach politics at Jamie’s Dream School, a new series I’m involved in. I found that teaching the kids there, who’d all left school without many qualifications, could be a bit difficult, but they confirmed my view that if you give kids a chance, most of them will take it.
I feel a bit sad now that my family and I go to France every year on holidays and I do a fair bit of work in France and can easily hold my own in French TV interviews, but I have lost a lot of my German. One day I intend to try to get it back again.
Jamie’s Dream School is on Wednesdays at 9.00pm on Channel 4. More at channel4.com/dreamschool.
Funny, but my most inspiring teacher was also a Webster, who taught English. She was a large, homely, northern lady with unruly grey hair and a big black, plastic shopping bag. Never knew how she managed to perch her ample frame on the desk, but this was her favourite pose, as she recited literature in her warm Yorkshire voice. She was the antithesis of the sort of English teacher you’d expect at our (then) girls’ grammar school in Camden. She inspired generations of us and I will never forget her. I also think she was a socialist, but people never let in those days.
I had a class of year 4 children who I taught over 10 years ago. They were very rough round the edges to say the least. I know for a fact that I remain their favourite teacher. Not because of being especially brilliant, but because of me being especially stupid!!
One day I was reading them a version of the Nativity in a lesson that was being observed by the deputy head. The line I was meant to read out was something like “Mary buried her head into the donkey’s thick dark mane.” But I got tongue tied and said “Mary buried her head into the donkey’s d**k!”
The shame still makes my face burn…….!!
Should read Blanchflower on DC speech.
I’m assuming this will appear again under the name “SylviaClifford”, although my name is Jacquie R. Sylvia uses this computer sometimes and there’s clearly a gremlin who changes my name to hers. (Btw, “Sylvia’s” nostalgic comment was a bit lame for a Camden girl. Who bloody cares? )
Gwyn Thomas, bollocks to all of it, his friend with Parkinson,
Five teachers come to mind, but I couldn’t possibly pick between them. Boris (english/history), an aka by the way, liked his cricket, not even five foot tall, scored a couple of marvellous hooked sixes in the staff v. school first eleven cricket match and against the schools then fastest and best bowler, Franco (physics), another nickname, Phoeby (maths), male by the way, and Cwenen (history), her real first name, and finally our gym teacher, Mr Lewis.
Getting on with teachers and click with them is like clicking with people in older life, and could have something to do with astrology, or something.
Talking of “Boris”, he once read out my last question on a history exam, rushed written as you do, when you have spent too much time on the corn laws previously, and the last question I chose was on Thomas More, where one of my last sentences was “shove my beard to one side, it has not comitted treason to England, before you cut my head off”, or words to that effect.
Both Boris and the rest off the class laughed their bollocks/fannies off at that. Remember it well. Got about 75% in that. Happy times.
Don’t want to spook people here, on astrology, but do you find you get on with people better four months from you birth sign, as well as your own, give or take a few weeks? I have found it, and it is quite spooky, in life!
Didn’t know what attracted me to Alison Goldfrapp, for instance, until I realised she was a Taurian while I was a Capricorn. And I know it could be bollocks, but I thought I will this as a personal example,