The name that had me reaching for my recorder, was that of the 'unequalled' Miss Dorothy Wilde (Dot to her mostly disrespectful pupils). A name, a face and a temperament not easily forgotten by those who fell under her tutelage in music class.

Because she is so well remembered, it's obvious she left her mark on many, including me.

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I'd like to say it was because she introduced me to the joy of music. Sadly that's not the case, although in later years I became an avid and diverse music lover.

I loved her class for all the wrong reasons. She was so easy to annoy, so amusing when she 'lost it'. Bless her heart she must have hated some of us. How well I remember her standing behind her piano, attempting to teach us how to play the recorder, or sing the wonderful songs of Gilbert and Sullivan.

She pleaded in vain for us not to 'toot' on our recorders until she had played the first note on the piano. Of course as soon as she averted her eyes, and prepared herself to play that introductory note, a cacophony of 'tuneless toots' rang out. By the time she looked our way again, recorders were back on desks, and she was greeted by a roomful of smiling angelic faces.

"Who was that?"she'd ask, seemingly looking my way, I happened to be in her direct line of vision. "Wasn't I Miss" I'd answer, looking around accusingly, at my friends. Of course it was me, along with a half dozen others.

It may surprise her to know I can still play Little Bird on the recorder, much to the amazement of my children. I also remember the lyrics to I'm called little Buttercup from HMS Pinafore. How could I forget, after being called upon to sing it in front of the whole class? (Punishment for 'not listening', obviously I was). I'm certain she regretted that decision after I'd squawked my way through the first verse.

Who can forget her 'pet peeve', rattling pencils? As a teacher myself, I learned a lot from Miss Wilde - never let the students know what irritates you! They're going to milk it for all it's worth. We did!

I remember many of my teachers for various reasons. The formidable Mr Drummond, formidable only because he taught maths, the subject I hated most.

I'll never forget nervously opening my exercise book to see how badly I'd done in the previous lesson, to see written in red ink 'see M.Bowers and see me'. M.Bowers had a similar notation 'see J.Pointer and see me'. How could it be? We both had identical wrong answers.

There was Mr Limb, (Limbo) who taught geography. His jolly looks belied his temperament. He was a darned accurate 'slinger of blackboard rubbers'. One of my favourite tricks in that class occurred when we were asked to read a paragraph each, from the text book we shared with our neighbour,

Once again M.Bowers learnt to her detriment, that sitting next to me was probably not in her best interest.