I remember him. He was the headmaster the whole time I was there. 89-92. He had really REALLY bad breath. And would come in whisper in your ear during a night of hell in a propheet with his bad nasty breath.
Yeah, Tim definately had toilet breath. The rest him
had this funky old man kind of smell. He really reeked.
Tim was completely full of shit too. I can still remember
sitting for hours at "house around the pit" listening to
Tim tell his bullshit superman stories about Mel
Wasserman, and his divine plan to change our lives for
the better. He would give sermons about Cedu's higher
purpose while holding the "profeet" book by Kabil
Gibraulter (or whatever his stupid name was), like it
was the bible or something. He would tell us how we
were all priveledged because of the "wonderful tools"
that Cedu gave us to make out lives better. What a
complete load of shit! Honestly, none of the "Good Cedu"
bullshit Tim preached had any substance or value when
you really think about. Seriously, if you replaced Tim's
profeet book with a Quran, wrapped a towel around his
head, and had him preaching in arabic, it would probably
still be more useful to me in my daily life, than any of that
"good cedu" bullshit Tim was spouting out before.