Stefano Hatfield
This story really touched me. Peter was so much more than just another road
fatality; more than a teacher who died bringing pupils back from a half-term ski
trip. There was clearly nothing ordinary about this exceptional man, although he
would view what he did as his "everyday".
Peter was married 28 years to his wife, Sharon, a fellow teacher injured in
the crash alongside their daughter Amy (also a teacher). He had a son, Max, too.
Peter taught maths and PE at Alvechurch Middle School for three decades. He
arranged and went on school trips, giving many unpaid hours of his life to
generations of Worcestershire schoolchildren.
You can't fake being a good teacher. Never mind Ofsted – children know.
Peter's understood he was special. It was there in the tributes to "inspiring Mr
Rip", some attached to an apple. Emotional parents at the school gate knew too,
as did the headteacher who chose not to give media interviews but to focus on
her pupils and staff.
Peter was known as a referee with the Mercian Festival Junior Football League
– he had done this for 25 years too! People like Mr Rip are heroes that glue
society together and make it better. I never knew him, but I know Mr/ Ms Rips at
my girls' school (no names – too embarrassing), I know Mr Rips at the wonderful
Woolwich Polytechnic School i visited last year. There's a Mr Rip at most
schools.
We seldom say thank you. There are three teachers without whose skill and
care I would not be here: Bernie Robson (RIP) who challenged me, Hugh Hargreaves
who inspired me, and Pat Liddiard, who toughened me up. They were my personal Mr
Rips. Exceptional teachers, extraordinary men – just like Peter Rippington.