It’s a true story. I lie not.
The high school student was in the eleventh grade. The building was out the back door of the high school down a breezeway lined with classrooms. In one of the rooms was a young teacher doing her internship.
Ms. Bellamy was a twenty one year old beautiful woman. She garnished the attention of the young male students. Little, if any, schoolwork was actually done in the class. A couple of the guys sitting in the back of the class began their own amusing past time by trading licks.
Now if by chance you don’t know what the game ‘trading licks’ is then I’ll enlighten you. It is where one person hits the other. If the other person chooses he can stop the game or take his turn hitting back. They go until someone gives up.
The teacher saw one of the guys hit the other. She yelled out at him and called him to the front. She wrote a pass for him to go see the principal for fighting in class. The principal had to sign the pass. It was to prove the student saw the principal.
An offense like this meant suspension from school, discipline at home to include the lecture from parents and an ole fashion butt whooping. None of which the student wanted any part of!
Somehow the guy had to get out of this mess. It was going to be hard enough but knowing the principal had to sign his pass made it almost impossible. What was he to do?
The guy reached the school office without a plan or story or scheme to get out of this trouble. Then it happened. There; standing in the school office was the principle. So the guy went into the office and straight to the principal, reached in his pocket and pulled out a nickel. ‘Principal McMillan, he said, I need to buy a pencil.’ With that the principal signed his pass along with giving him a pencil.
As the student made the long journey back to class, he rubbed his eyes. Over and over again. The hallways were empty because class was still going on. Just before going out the back door, the guy stopped by the water fountain wetting his finger tip and dampening his eyes.
The guy walked back into the classroom and up to the teachers desk with his head bowed and laid the pass on her desk. She looked up at him with the eyes still damp and red. He walked back to his desk slowly and deliberately without saying a word.
Very shortly after that the bell rang to end class. As the students got up to leave Ms. Bellamy called out the guy out and motioned for him to come to her. The guy just knew he’d been caught. When he reached her desk she told him she was sorry to have to send him to the principals office but the class was getting out of hand and she had to make an example out of him in order to regain control. The guy told her it was okay.
So the guy didn’t get punished at school. There was no lecture and most important, No Whooping. He fooled the teacher. And still won the trading licks!
It’s a true story. I lie not for I am one sent to the office. I tricked the teacher. Hooray!!
Until next time,