My first 'formal' sewing experience came in the form of my year 6 non elective Textiles & Design teacher, Mrs Mack, who straight up took a dislike to me as she loathed my big sister in year 9, i never stood a chance. Not only was she a control freak, man hating, bitter, stressed out mother & could not stand imperfect stitching, or teaching, she was just the right kind of woman to be teaching skills for our married future!! Right??
She would take over our sewing projects; shield her precious Bernina machines from us; hide pins, scissors, rulers, needles (in hindsight, anything we could fashion into a shiv) & even take OUR sewing projects home for her to finish at HER house. I wonder how she graded her own work??
EDIT: the prize is not a bunch of half used reels of cotton, it's a really good surprise prize!! I am loving the comments/ entries, some of you are pure evil, clearly tortured or have coped quite well considering what these teachers put you through!! I have to say the funniest stories are coming from the co-ed schools, those boys were all such bad influences & i ate an ANZAC biscuit made with salt not sugar in class once, it was revolting, damn girls!!