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and the question is........... In the 6th grade, I met a who was so creative that he wrote plays for our class to perform, one was a musical. This memorized the poem the Highwayman when we had to recite a poem from memory. The rest of us stuck to something manageable. Not Jack, he told us a story, had us on the edge of our seats. He was/is a genius. He was in my American history class in High School. The teacher was a pedantic SOB name of Dr. Arthur who ruled his classroom like petty old rooster. I tagged him early on, fed him back what he spit out, collected my A’s. Jack, well Jack was more of the road less travelled. He fought for the truth. While admirable, this placed him at great risk in HS. And being creative, that made him suspect for the likes of Dr. Arthur. As we discussed the Bill of Rights (as much as a monologue can be considered a discussion), Dr. Arthur expounded on the rights of the individual over the rights of the many. Most of us took the hour as needed R&R. Jack, however, took it to heart. When Dr. A. said, any questions, Jack asked one. To this day, there isn’t a single one of us, including Jack that can remember the question that he asked. I doubt Dr. Arthur remembers it either. It was not the question, it was the temerity of the deed. The gall, the audacity, the chutzpah if you will. It was likely the very first question ever asked in one of Dr. Arthur’s classes. I would posit it was definitely the last. Whatever it was, it was a question that was of contrary belief to the gist of Dr. Arthur’s finely tuned rendering of the BOR. It threw him off his steed. Broke his rhythm…caused a breach in the space/time continuum. The class went from slumbering to alert. Dr. Arthur moved as though on skates, reaching Jack’s desk in seconds. And then in happened. With spittle flying, He screamed, “You little faggot” and slapped him across his face. Stunned, Jack just sat there. I jumped up, ran over and screamed, “You can’t say that”, grabbed Jack’s arm and dragged him out of the room. Not you can’t DO that……….jeeze. Wtf. Two dudes off the BB team grabbed Dr. A, who had started after us and held him back, while Jack and I sprinted to the office. Jack meantime, was laughing like a loon. I peed my panties. It was a shit show. More followed us, everyone shouting. Police, ambulance, fire engines. All the students evacuated. …..although that was just overkill. I mean he was a 60 year old 5’4” narcissist with high blood pressure not a ninja death squad. Dr. Arthur had tenure but left. Jack’s parents threatened to sue, but didn’t. I got an award for moral courage and integrity. On the way to the stage to collect it, the elastic on my panties let go and I had to walk out of them (to the standing ovation from the front row who saw it happen). Jack was NOT gay but played one in the<b> senior </font></b>drama/musical production that he wrote. He said if I’d waited a few seconds longer to react, he’d have punched him back. This I regret. The rest, I’m cool with; well not the panties. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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my 6th grade class was a bunch of kids from all the schools across town who were cherry picked. an experiment to see how we would do if given an enriched curriculum. so instead of going to school with my friends I had to take a bus and go to school with 30 people I didn't know at all. I would like to say it was worth it. it wasn't. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Were you at the last desk in the classroom? I was. Even if I had to fight for it ha. This is a funny story, but I bet it was more fun when it happened. And teachers those days were allowed to get ...physical, unfortunately, ouch! These days all they have to do is look strict at a kid, and you get police, ambulance, fire engines, the news helicopter, the lawyers, and a human rights judge. It was pobably 'worth it' for your parents.
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Teachers like that are best retired and gone from schools. You definitely did the right thing.  Some of the comments brought back a memory of a riot at my junior high school in Colorado Springs. May 14th 1975 at Washington Irving Junior High a so called riot (it really wasn't all that big of a deal) broke out when a junior high student and a high school student were supposed to be having a fight. It didn't work out that way and about 200 students got rowdy and did a little property damage. But unfortunately a police helicopter that had been sent to assist the police on the scene crashed on it's way back killing a police officer and a civilian that was riding in the helicopter with him. The officer managed to miss a house but didn't make it to the field he appeared to be trying to get to. I walked out of the school when this riot was going on and walked on by it, heading down the road that I walked on to get home which was the same road that some of the rioting was going on in. I was thinking what a bunch of idiots. My Mother knew the police officer. She work as a waitress at a Sambo's and he often stopped there. He had five kids. Vive La Difference
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Great story! You were brave to stand up for him like that. That teacher... I know people like that. . How dare you question them. . And they never forget that you did, either.  So, you were on the stage commando? . I bet the guys in that first row were straining to get a peek! 
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I think all of us, more senior people, on here had at least one teacher like that!! Mine was our Science Teacher, "Jim Scratch" was his nickname (I can't remember his real name), he had an acid burn on his left hand which hes scratched constantly. He would hit us miscreants with a Bakelite Rod across the Palms of our Hands, and would confiscate our (6 or 7 year olds) Lead Soldiers! Which he would melt down over a Bunsen Burner, and sell as scrap! Thankfully our Schools and Teachers have improved since then  Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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A great story wicked. Sometime I think teachers like this should have retired a long time ago. They always seem to stick around too long hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I'm intrigued about your award for moral courage; I only got awards for cycling, swiming or tying knots!
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