“Settle down or go to The Office”
The at school version of “Wait til your Father gets home.”
I did not often play the class clown, I was usually the class hall monitor.
I watched boy after boy keep put in his seat, year after foolish year.
My chance was in later high school – at Sardis Secondary in Chilliwack British Columbia.
It was the Big Hair 1980s and the girl’s change room only had 3 outlets suitable for hair dryers; thus was was ruled and then done – the girls stayed inside when it rained lest there be puddles in their next classroom or a lot of late girls to their next class.
This was a headbanger dominate school, so most of the boys also had “big hair” in that it was long and hung straight down, like the girls did in the 1970s.
It was raining and I was not in the mood. Me and a pal built up each other’s confidence – her in her hair protest and me. Well. I am basically a cat.
We strolled out last, with umbrellas to the soggy soccer field.
Roderman, the Scary Swedish Stick of a gym teacher glared and huffed and Linda quickly turned to me and said “sorry” as she threw her umbrella down.
“Okay Mrs. Roderman” I smiled, “I will go see Mr. Covey.”
I already turned my back and was into my second stride as the collective class gasp dispersed in the rain.
I gritted my teeth against the squelch of the mud and the feeling of the moisture seeping through my runners.
I got inside, dried off in a bathroom and then reported to the office. Heart in my throat, the vice principle was intimidating.
The office staff told me that Mr Covey wasn’t available and that I would have to see The Principal. Mr Halliday.
I again declined the offer to return to class. I wasn’t intimidated by Mr. Halliday, he was intimidated by me and scared of my Dad. Previous incidents from earlier grades.
- a same year as me 9th grade girl from a bully family tormented an 8th grade pal of my sisters’s for a year; three suspensions and a stint in reform school arose from this.
- a 9th grade girl harrassed me, when I was in the 10th grade, causing me to strike her hard enough to cause dental repair work, she got suspended, not me
- and there was an incident with my sister, wherein, she did get suspended, but not until after my Dad ripped the principal and new one
and now, there was this.
I took an umbrella to play soccer and was sent off the field.
I was cautiously invinted in and Mr Halliday tried to be reasonable.
He leaned far back in his chair, away from his desk, hands in his lap to appear less authoritarian. it was a management fad around that time, eh?
He asked me why.
I explained what I understood of his own policy.
He told me that I had to trust the teacher’s judgement.
I told him that doing so had resulted in 2 hospital visits, one in 8th grade for a lower back injury and in 10th with a broke arm. Both in gym class.
He then played the most foolish card of all – The Common Sense card
“How much common sense is it to play soccer with an umbrella?” he leaned forward across the desk.
I leaned across it and said “As much as it is to play outside in the rain in the first place. Somethings mothers always tell you to not do.”
He sat back first.
I sat back.
He told me to go sit and you know, I have a feeling that I have already blogged this.
I wonder if the stories match.. I know they will dialog wise…
In any event, I sat for most of the rest of the gym period, minus the time to go and change out of my gym clothes….
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