I was totally educated in a small town public school. All of the elementary teachers were vicious old biddies. I was pretty well trained by my wooden spoon wielding mother to behave myself and keep my mouth shut, but many of my classmates lacked that "home training." My sixth grade teacher, a vile old bat, also made use of the gum torture. One day, a scruffy little ruffian named Rodney was dragged up to have his nose planted into the wad of gum on the blackboard. Rodney, a distant cousin, was none too bright, and he kept twisting his neck around to see what was going on in the rest of the room.
That old viper grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the gum on the blackboard so hard that his nose was smashed flat and a geyser of blood erupted from his face.
We, all feeling righteous indignation at this foul act, were sure that she'd be fired and maybe we'd get a "nice" teacher. Nope. She retired the year I graduated from high school and the seniors were expected to stand and applaud for her and the other old biddy also retiring. It was a grim day.
That old viper grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the gum on the blackboard so hard that his nose was smashed flat and a geyser of blood erupted from his face.
We, all feeling righteous indignation at this foul act, were sure that she'd be fired and maybe we'd get a "nice" teacher. Nope. She retired the year I graduated from high school and the seniors were expected to stand and applaud for her and the other old biddy also retiring. It was a grim day.
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