Tower Of Babel

Well, having seen the wonderful commentary and memories that my high school posts have stirred up, I have decided to continue. It’s just as well anyhow, as I didn’t think I had anything else to talk about tonight. Now I have just finished having my dinner which was some mean Red Peas soup. I haven’t had this for a while so it was pretty good going down. I’m sure you know what they say about Red Peas though. Yup, they tend to gas you up. So, I guess that it’s just a matter of time before ‘hell a go buss out’ later! You’ve all been warned, so stay clear!

Mad Bull paid me a ‘doctors visit’ not too long ago, a bit of a paradox eh? We had some business doing. I told him about my plans to continue the school days posts, and he made a good suggestion. Why not go through them form by form, starting naturally with First Form? So here goes.

Now I went to the White and Blue from Priory Prep. School. Most of the other guys that came to Georges, were from schools like Vaz, Mona Prep. and the likes. I remember that we were asked to introduce ourselves by saying our names and what school we came from. When my turn came around, I introduced myself as Dr. D. from Priory. Then, it was as if there was an echo in the class, “Priory, Priory, Priory.” Yes friends, in those days Priory was labelled as a school for the elite and wealthy, (how I ended up there was a matter of pure luck I believe), hence this was the response that I received.

Now I was noted for excellence in Spanish. We had a teacher named Mr. Cheeseman. He was famous for pinching us on the shoulders especially if you were doing rubbish in his class. A certain member of my class who has since distinguished himself in our Armed Forces and in the business of Banking, was apparently not too hot in his ability to ‘Habla Espanol’ and he was apparently very jealous of my ’shocking out’ in this area. Do you know that this BWOY because of his jealousy, proceeded to push his foot out in one of the aisles and trip me? I actually didn’t remember that the event took place, but the little bugger reminded me of it at our Reunion last year. Fret not, he’s been long forgiven. In case you are not sure who I’m talking about yet another clue is that he considers himself a serious ‘baller’ but then again, we know better….. The only balls that me may know how to play with, are the two that dangle between his legs. I’m really enjoying this!

We had a female English teacher who favoured me. Now, she was quite endowed in the bosom area, so we corrupted her name and called her “Miss Hot Cross Buns.” She was famous for feeling up her breasts while teaching. I don’t think we had any complaints about that. I remember one day when the entire First Form class was given detention and she was pleased to hand out “Royal Bank Letters” for us to copy as punishment. These were company letters from the Bank, and we had to slavishly rewrite them while in detention, a real crappy business. They were pages long!

Second Form has one particular memory for me. Many of my close friends have heard this one before. We had a Maths teacher named Mr. Ramsay, he never pronounced my name correctly, always one of the various corruptions that my surname is subjected to. On this day in particular, one of the guys in our class had brought a case of ‘boots’ to school. The brand was “Panther Condoms,” for those of you who may have been priviliged to use them. Now everyone in the class was taking a pack of three. Not to be left out and be considered a nerd, I naturally took a pack. Now trust me, Dr. D. had no use for these prophylactics at that time, perhaps in my dreams only. Later in the Maths class, one of the Chinese fellows from the class (who was repeating) went into my schoolbag and took out my pack of condoms, dangling them in the air for all to see. Naturally, Mr. Ramsay saw them and asked this scamp where he had got them. “Out of Dr. D’s bag Sir”, he replied. The teacher then looked at me and in a very grim voice asked me, “Dr. D, does your Mother know that you are using these things?” I replied with quite a bare face, “Yes Sir.” He then said, “So I suppose it’s OK for me to mention it to her on Parent’s Day then?” I never answered.

Now Parent’s Day came around once per school term, I think, in order to discuss ones academic performance in school. (I was most dismal in Maths, but all else was kriss.) Well, guess what? That term in particular, Dr. D. did not carry home any report card, and luckily, my parents never found out. (I don’t think I ever did use those Panthers either!)

Yes friends, I’m really enjoying this, but I’m getting a little tired now, so I will continue again tomorrow. I think Phleg will feature in Third Form. Heh heh!!! Take care till the morrows.

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