My school was pretty damn bad. Second worst school in it's borough. We had all sorts going on. I remember having around 50-55 teacher in the space of 5 years of compulsory, followed by probably 5/6 more added to that list for sixth form.
# When I was in Year 11, former students from the year above me entered the school car park and 'bottled' a teacher. You could hear the "Stop. STOP!" *smash*. They were high and drunk, calm as a coma they walked out after doing it. He soon left.
# We had a teacher from South Africa that was tricked into joining the school, being lied to by the Deputy Headteacher by saying it was a good school and generally bullshitting the guy into joining the faculty. He was over-qualified in SA so he said. He left by the end of the year.
# In sixth form, whilst doing a GNVQ for Business Studies, our then Headteacher, and one of our teachers in one of the modules, was fired after a debacle surrounding the poor GCSE results of all the Year 11's in our previous year, among other things.
One day, whilst doing coursework in the library with my friends, the librarian called me and said that the school office (which I had previously done some work experience for during the course) had said that I was requested at office for an important meeting with someone from Pizza Express (who was a managing director). Due to the fact that the Headteacher was sacked and we basically had no-one to teach us or supervise us, I and some of my friends went to greet the guest, and had the embarrassing task of walking her through the dirty, disgusting corridors and at one point, past the putrescent and foul smelling lavatories of the gents where I felt compelled to apologise for the state of the school. We had the meeting, it turned out well (we, the business students had to sort everything out) and saw her off, thanking her for her help.
ON THE SAME DAY, RIGHT AFTER THE MEETING, waiting for our next class, our Customer Services teacher came in, red eyed, clammy faced, smelling of alcohol, and started spouting off about his ex-wife. We made him a cup of coffee and tried calm him down and eventually managed to get him to teach us. At a later juncture we saw him a few days later in the office and we found out that he had been summarily fired. We then had 2 Customer Services teachers, each one having us for a single class, before finally being given someone I can only describe as a douche bag Agent Smith lookalike who showed up a couple more times than the others.
More stuff happened during my time there, of course.
Let me tell you. That GNVQ was a fucking hard time, not least of all because the maths side of it was tough for me.
That was one shit school. A year after I left Sixth Form for College they bulldozed it and turned it into a sports academy with Government and a football club's money.
Thanks to that school I came out with some shitty GCSE results that have hampered me numerous times in further/higher education and employment.