This story came back into my head today, and I thought I might as well share it with you guys.
Its October 2004, and I was one of a thirty person Latin class. The class, was made up of some of the most intellectual students of our year. The sort of people that where looking to head towards Oxford or Cambridge. It was a morning lesson, around 11.
Little bit of back story. There was this Design & Tech teacher who was a little on the weird side. Little as in when you met him, you knew something was up. Due to a series of unfortunate events, which were all his fault, he got the sack.
His son, who attended the school, wasn’t too happy about this. So to protest, he climbed onto the top of the Science block, and shouted down below. He was going to jump unless his Dad got his job back.
His timing for such a stunt was not great, as everyone was in leasons, and the ones who skipped leasons couldn’t give a toss if he lived or died.
The Science block is opposite my old Latin class, so we where the only ones to hear his demands.
“Give my Dad his job back, or I’ll fucking jump”
We all turn our heads, see the guy, and run to the window and gather round to oogle at him.
“I fucking mean it”
Whole class in unison
“Jump Jump Jump” for around 5 - 10 minutes.
Seeing as we where the only one to take notice of his threat, he decides its not a good idea, and climbs down off the block and onto the ground, where he’s escorted directedly to the headmasters office by some high status teacher.
Our latin teacher was the head’s wife, so he was directly informed, and needless to say she thought it was “a very cruel and mindless thing to do to this poor boy”. We all thought it was just funny, then again Year 9 humour is twisted and sick.
