Primary School
this time. Every Primary school had a teacher that was frightening, old and capable of random acts of violence....i suppose it was expected, a different era, etc.

We had one, Mrs Ginesi. An old Italian monster, she must have been about 300 years old and only ever taught the P6's and P7's. Presumably because she would have eaten the younger, smaller kids. As fate would have it we got her in Primary 6....the whole class was gripped with terror. i could go on and explain in great detail one or two of her finest moments, but instead i am gonna be lazy and do a small list.

- she would always ensure that the milk was left in the sun and drank as late as possible, hmmm cottage cheese.

- never ever taking us for PE..even though we got it EVERY week up until then

- allowing the mongo daughter (not really, but a blithering twat) of the assistant head to be as shit as she wanted to be with no retribution

- she smelled like cats piss and human shit. a very bad combo.

- calling us all 'zombies' on a daily basis, which was a bit, pot, kettle, black

but the funniest, by far, was the day she flipped.

There was a slightly tinkerish guy in the class called Mark Payne (oh the fun she had with that name), who came from a large family and always smelt of pish. Mrs Ginesi absolutely fucking HATED him, with a force so black it was pathetic. Anyway. After a misdemeanor, Mark Payne, (or Darkie Bacon as he was known to us, or even Darkie Pagan, Markie Pavement, Nigger Payne, or simply Nigger) had to take his desk out to the front and get on with his work there.

10 minutes later and he must have been transfixed by a pigeon or something, because his jaw was slack and his gaze fixed...he never heard her say his name...so she said it again......he kept staring, she shouted his name..his jaw remained slack. Collectively we held or breathes as she pounced as quickly as a 300 year old woman could and whacked him on the side of the head, causing it to bounce off of an ancient metal radiator with a very satisfying, 'KLANG'

Being a tough peasant he simply bounced up and was launched bodily into the corridor along with his desk, where he sat for the rest of day. the stupid old cunt should have been sacked, but i think she died a few months after we went to high school.



Yay for death.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 16:15, Reply)