Tales from the clasroom are always good to remember. We have all been there of course. A shared experience always makes it a good subject to joy a few lines about.
A Question Best Left Unasked
“You can sit in that empty chair at the back of the room.” Mr Thomson pointed as he said this.The stranger to our classroom nodded and made his way to the seat he had been offered. Mr Thomson, our teacher since the beginning of term, had a strange look on his face. Karina asked “Are you feeling ok sir?” He smiled from the nose down and replied “Yes I’m fine Karina. Thank you.”
None of us believed him. Our teacher was gone, replaced by this quivering wreck. “Now we are going to recite the four times table.” “The four bloody times table” I hissed to anyone who was listening. “We passed that two years ago! Only Wee Malky disnae know it!
The man in the suit, on the newly arrived chair, was taking notes on a clip board. The day previous, Mr Thomson had told us that someone was coming to watch us work, and see how well we were doing. I think he had forgotten how old we were. We knew that the “suit” was here to watch him. My dad had told me the night before.
I, however, was loyal to my teacher and was determined to shine and make him proud of me, so during the Geography lesson, my favourite subject, Mr Thomson asked me where the Himalayas were to be found, I answered in all honesty ” I don’t know sir. I didn’t know they were lost!”