Mr. Warden was such a cool guy. He loved what he taught and it was so easy to see. Every lesson he'd discuss things with us, got us thinking for ourselves, and was definetely not a "textbook teacher", something that I think is becoming common in schools these days. He got to school early so we could finish our final project on time and still hadn't kicked us out when the caretaker came around to lock up at 7.30. His constant discussions about football (a life long Liverpool supporter) were particularly popular with the boys, and he was always there to talk to. He talked to me about films even though he wasn't a film fanatic, went out of his way to help me out with my project even at 7pm when I was freaking out about not finishing when he probably had other stuff to be doing, and he was a really great laugh. He put up with so much crap from other students when they tested his patience, and had time to console his other worrying students (me mostly) that their work was good enough and they would not fail. And then he left. Next year will not be the same without you, Sir.