Teacher Baseball

French in the third year.

Our teacher was a highly strung woman, clearly on the verge of a breakdown - she had recently gone through divorce and her kids were giving her trouble at home.

Our class was known as being particularly disruptive and this day it clearly became too much – the teacher ended up running out of the room crying; to which one particular wag decided to shout "Strike!" (Baseball was unfathomably popular at this point)

A scheme was hurriedly devised - the class would attempt to make this teacher cry and storm out two more times that week - thus making it three strikes and your out.

And so on three occasions that week, our teacher fled her classroom crying to the chorus of “Strike” from 30 laughing, gleeful fourteen year olds.

How did we know she was having trouble at home? The main ring leader was her very own son.

God, kids are horrible.
(MrHungry, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 12:48, 5 replies)

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Who was that?

Oh, I've worked it out. Her other son was in my form...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 12:50, closed)

Yes that's the one
Once bumped into the elder on a bus going to sheffield, he asked me to go for a drink - we had never really spoken before - he seemed very lonely...
(MrHungry, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 12:57, closed)

Hmmm
I've not seen him for ages, either.

*facebooks*

Nope...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 13:09, closed)

that sounds
like the kind of kid you would never tire of beating the shit out of.

fucking knob
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 12:51, closed)

In all fairness...
... he'd have hit back, and probably quite a bit harder...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 13:16, closed)