As I mentioned at our reunion, we had quite a few stories of teacher on pupil violence. Mine was best 🙂
It was the end of the third year (8th grade for the Americans) and we had to pick our subjects for ‘O’ Level so Paul and I went to speak with Mr Lewis to get some advice.
As a result, we were late coming into Mrs Timm’s history class as we often were. But this time we had a rock-solid excuse.
So we milked it.
Mrs Timm [angry]: Where have YOU been?
Kevin [shame-faced]: Er….
Paul [shame-faced]: Ermm…
Kevin [frantic]: Where shall we say we were?
Paul [scheming]: What if we tell her we were talking to someone?
Kevin [relieved]: Sure. Who?
Paul [delighted]: How about we say we were talking to Mr Lewis?
Kevin [delighted]: OK. Let’s say that.
Paul & Kevin [together]: We were talking to Mr Lewis.
Mrs Timm [still angry]: You know I can check?
Kevin & Paul [together. shocked]: Er? Really?
Kevin [conspiring]: Shall we change our excuse?
Paul [assertive]: No. Let’s stick with Mr Lewis.
Paul & Me [together]: We were talking to Mr Lewis.
We forgot all about it as taunting Mrs Timm was just the usual harmless fun and, anyway, we were telling the truth.
We forgot about the incident until the next day when we heard the Tasmanian Devil coming up the stairs to room 41, four at a time. The door almost burst off its hinges and it wasn’t Taz. It was much worse.
It was Basher Lewis. And he was very, very angry.
Basher Lewis [very, very angry]: How dare you take my name in vain!
[Basher Lewis takes backhanded swing at Kevin. Kevin ducks. Basher Lewis misses]
[Basher Lewis tries a forehand and connects with Kevin’s cheek]
Basher Lewis [angrier]: Why…
[Basher Lewis hits Paul open-handed in right ear]
Basher Lewis [ibid]: did…
Basher Lewis [ibid]: you…
Basher Lewis [ibid]: lie…
Basher Lewis [ibid]: to…
Basher Lewis [ibid]: Mrs Timm????????????
[sound of sobbing from the girls in the next row]
It’s hard to tell your side of the story when blows are raining down on your head and eventually our teacher, Mr Gooden, decided to intervene and walked us out of the class.
Don’t know what happened next with Mr Lewis but we never did get to tell our side of the story. Until now. I hope he reads it and feel guilty:-)
[I have another story with even more violence but that’ll have to wait for another day as I have to go check in for my flight]