Some of the most amusing anecdotes originate in the classroom.
I was teaching a class one time, a ‘rough’ class in a ‘difficult’ school in a ‘deprived’ area. Still everybody likes a story and I was reading them one.
I hadn’t prepared and chose the story at random from an anthology of short stories. Ironically the tale concerned the exploits of a rookie teacher in a run-down school, under the supervision of a strict headmaster. I was hardly into it before I regretted my choice. This guy was ME!!
There were a number of set questions to determine how well the class had understood the short story. Of course the first was, ‘What do you think the Principal whispered to the student teacher?’
As always happens, the greatest reprobate immediately shot his right hand high in the air, to indicate that he knew the ‘right’ answer. I was far too wise to allow this miscreant to speak, knowing well that he would likely come out with some profanity. Studiously ignoring his raised hand, I repeatedly called for offerings from the rest of the class.
Not a one! But to the last man, they chanted at me that Doran’s hand was raised: that he knew the answer. I had no way out. I’d walked myself into it and I’d simply have to face the music! Wearily I requested Doran’s contribution. What do you think the Head said to the rookie teacher.
‘A word in your ear, master!
Don’t take no sh*t!!’