In fifth grade, our class chewed up and spit out a revolving door of music teachers. Our first victim was Mr. Alexander, a tall Asian man with ruthless expectations. He demanded “tone, tone, semi-tone” until we could hear it no more and locked him in the vault, which happened to be the music office. He got his revenge by leaving kids at the side of the road on a field trip, but by then it was too late- Mrs. Hyde had arrived.
Mrs. Hyde/Jekyll stamped her heels with such enthusiasm that eventually, one flew off and struck a student in the eye. Given our campaign (in progress) to record (in secret) her violence to use against her, the principal had no choice but to introduce Mr. Gilbert.
The old man disappeared on an alleged cross-country motorcycle trip. This, of course, when we had just begun to like him.
Haha this really reminded me of school. Children can be so evil can’t they?! I don’t think I could ever be a teacher, I don’t know how they survive!
Thanks haha. Almost everything I write is made-up but FYI everything in this piece is one hundred percent true, with the single exception of someone being hit in the eye- the heel still flew! #crazyprivateschools
Oh my gosh! I assumed it was either fictional or it’d been given a lot of dramatic license! Although saying that I can probably remember a few really awful stories too!