Hello John Dovey Firecat!
[...] I happuly complied. I remember the class going
deathly quiet while I read and him telling me to stop a
few times which I ignored and continued to read [...]
He had a wodeen rod that was supposed to be a blackboard
pointer. On one occasion it broke while he was hitting
me so he used up a roll of cellotape to join the two
halves which ended up making it more flexible, so it
didn't break on future occasions.
I hope "future occasions" didn't mean YOU.
You should have had him chase you around the class. That would
have been pretty funny.
[...] He was a right royal prick. In today's environment
he wouldn't have gotten anywhere near children. -+-
My public school had a Principal that enjoyed abusing kids.
She'd pick up 5 yr olds by the collars of their shirts and
throw them around for not putting their boots in tidy pairs on
the mats outside the classroom. She was loud and often just
sneaked up on an unsuspecting kid who was maybe a little slow
in moving along to class or not "looking right". I witnessed
those things during my occassions as a hall monitor.
But she also attacked me once. My usual desk was at the back
row in this particular class in Gr 5. I was quite immersed
into the teaching and wanted to get a better view of the
distant board over the heads in front of me, so I "kneeled" on
my seat to gain about a foot height. Then, suddenly without
warning I felt horrible pain on both sides of my head as my
ears were boxed by this Principal.
I went deaf for a few moments. I slumped down onto my seat as
I heard someone yelling at me to sit properly. I could barely
keep my head upright. I wanted to lay down. But the yelling
continued. I was in shock. The teacher wasn't even supportive.
Not long after that, it was time for recess. The kids were
telling me my ears were beet red. After school, my ears were
still quite tender. The only parent at home at the time was my
dad (my mom only came home on weekends as she maintained a job
in the city some 250kms away) ..but my dad didn't seem
interested in the events. I don't remember if I recounted the
event to my mom. But if I did, she'd have to leave for the city
when the weekend was over and wouldn't have had the chance to
speak with the Principal.
As a consequence of that boxing incident, I developed a
constant tinning in my ears. I cannot forgive that Principal
for what she did to me. Someone told me recently that she's
still alive at an old folks home.
There was another incident in Gr 8 when I simply didn't feel
like going out for recess. I don't remember the details. Maybe
it was because the weather was a bit rainy or something. So, I
remained seated at my desk to read or draw. I remember saying
something like.. "What are you going to do, throw me out like
like you throw the little kids around?" The principal huffed
and puffed but didn't touch me. She complained to my parents
but my folks did nothing. However, at one point I was expected
to capitulate, and did go outside if only to avoid the screams
and yells from the Principal. But I protested by going on a
hunger strike at lunch time. At that school, lunch was
relegated to another single room and we were not allowed to
talk during that time. So, I just sat there. It was about a
week before the "officials" noticed that I wasn't eating
anything. Later, I remember the concerned teacher and
Principal having a sit-down with me to understand my protest.
I simply demanded that I have access to the piano room during
recess. I got support from another teacher (who happended to
conduct piano lessons at her home) who noticed my interest and
modest ability at the keyboard.
There was relative peace after that, but the physical abuse was
surprising for me as a kid.
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