Dowson
Highly unlikely the evil twat is still alive. If he is, he'll be in his 80's.

He was my physics teacher at school and the 2nd most feared teacher in the school. (Oddly, the most feared teacher was the music teacher. One day I'll tell his story...)

Dowson was a beater. "Spare the rod and spoil the child" was his personal mantra. He must have caned me at least a dozen times - but not this time.

This particular lesson I was at the back with my usual mates. Dowson was droning on at the blackboard when some farted. Loudly. Everyone started sniggering and Dowson's head whipped round.

"LEGLESS!!! - get your books and sit here in front of my desk “he boomed.

"Sir! Why me? I haven't done anything?" I squeaked.

Dowson strode to the back of the class and grabbed the hair just in front of my ears and twisted it. (Try it. It fucking hurts.) Then he dragged me to the front of the class and threw me against his desk.

"Because I say so" he hissed "Every time there's a problem with this class, you're at the bottom of it. Now sit there, you pathetic moron, and don't say a word unless I ask you a question. UNDERSTAND?"

Well the devil came and took me. I looked him straight in the eye and asked..

Ïs that a question?"

He went puce.

"GET UPSTAIRS AND ASK MR SCRIVENS FOR THE PUNISHMENT BOOK AND THE CANE" he bellowed.

And the devil was still in me.

"No."

"WHAT?" He shrieked. "What do you mean "NO"?'"

Ï mean no. I'm not getting the cane" I said calmly.

Inside I was thinking I’m dead, I'm dead, I'm dead....."

"Why not?" Dowson demanded.

"Because you're going to hit me with it and I've done nothing wrong"

I was deep in trouble now but I wasn't going to back down. I wasn't scared of being caned - I'd been caned dozens of times by lots of teachers and, usually I deserved it - but not this time. I hadn't done anything wrong and I'd be buggered if I was going to be thrashed for something I hadn't done.

"Tony" (my best mate) Dowson bellowed "Go upstairs and get the punishment book and the cane!!"

"No Sir" said Tony

My rebellion seemed to have taken root.

"WHY NOT?" shrieked Dowson who was rapidly losing the plot

"Because you're going to hit Legless with it and he hasn't done anything wrong"

"Dent?" asked Dowson looking bewildered

Denty just shook his head.

"Welsby"he roared looking at the cowardly little shit.

"Yes sir. Straight away sir “ and off he scuttled for the punishment book and the cane. For the five minutes he was away you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. I was at the front, shitting myself but determined not to back down. Tony and Denty were likewise dreading where all this was leading and the rest of the class was fascinated at this clash of wills.

Wellsby scuttled back into the classroom with the BOOK and the cane.

"Put your hand out" ordered Dowson sternly.

"No."

"Why not?""

"'Cos you'll hit me with it and I haven't done anything wrong"

I was beyond fear by now. I was, at the least, going to be expelled and would probably end up being beaten to a pulp by Dowson as soon as there wasn't any witnesses.

So we had a stand-off.

"Sit there and I'll deal with you at the end of the lesson"

So I sat there, in misery, waiting for the axe to fall. Whatever he did, whatever he threatened, I wasn't going to back down.

The lesson eventually ended I expected the worst. The bastard disarmed me...

"Legless, Legless, Legless - what are we going to do with you?"

He looked tired.

"You have to understand that discipline has to be maintained. By defying me you're threatening the very fabric of the school. Now will you accept your punishment?"

"If I'd done anything wrong - yes. But I haven't, so, no"

"OK. You can go. But this isn't over. You *will* be punished and discipline *will* be maintained."

And I went.

Later that year I sat my mock physics 'O' level and achieved 83%. A few months later I found that I wasn't allowed to sit the real Ó' level as my teacher had stated that I wasn't a suitable candidate. I sat the mong level, the CSE.


That vindictive decision stopped me gaining an engineering scholarship. I aced the competitive exams, coming third out of 2000 candidates, but was refused a place because, even though I CSE grade 1 was supposed to be equivalent to an O'level, the rules stated that you had to have an Ó'level in Maths, Physics and English.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 14 May 2009, 13:55, 2 replies)

WHAT?
What a fucking cunt.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 14 May 2009, 15:55, closed)

That is bad
never heard of a teacher deliberately fucking up a pupils prospects before.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Thu 14 May 2009, 17:25, closed)