A Short Story: The School


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Episodes: One -Two -Three – Four – See the Next One Soon!

The door suddenly flung open … and the children standing outside of it, stood glued to the floor, as a tall, dark-complexioned man holding the door knob, glared at them.  No one spoke.   Then … what seemed like a lifetime, he said, “Come in and take your seats!”  One by one, each child entered the classroom and settled into a well-known, assigned seat.  Slowly, the man made his way to the front of the room, leaned against the desk and said, “I am Mr. Blond, your new teacher.”  The name was totally the opposite of his appearance, for nothing about him was blond.  Standing above six feet one,  the figure named Mr Blond, stared down each of the thirty pairs of eyes looking back at him, with narrow, unfriendly eyes.  Wearing tan pants, a long-sleeved shirt with tan stripes running  vertically, intersected by pale blue strips running horizontally,  his ebony complexion accentuated his demeanor which spelled, “no nonsense.”

“As I call your name, please raise your hand.”  With that, Mr. Blond folded the six-foot frame in a chair behind the desk.

“Mary Jones.”  Mary quickly raised her hand.

“Timothy Plant.”

“Russell White.”

“Judy Grover.”  As each name was called in no particular order, thirty hands shot into the air.  Finally, roll call ended and Mr. Blond walked to the chalk board and wrote three phrases:

  • Respect yourself.
  • Respect others.
  • Make sure you know who your friends are.

With that . . . the new day began.

Episode Two

 Phrase by phrase, Mr. Blond explained the importance of recognizing how each of the three phrases can affect one’s viewpoint on life …how utilizing them daily, can impact an individual’s decision in choosing which direction he will follow—positive or negative.  “We will use these statements throughout the school year.”  remarked Mr. Blond.

“Please take out paper and pencils, copy each phrase from the chalkboard and explain what it means to you in two sentences or more.”

Obediently, the class began getting paper and pencils. Then … in the middle of the response to his request, a paper airplane sailed across the room.  Of course, everybody knew it came from the class clown Wilbur Martin.  There were four or five in the room, but Wilbur was the most active.  He simply could not allow the classroom to represent anything less than turmoil. Further, he needed the new teacher to know the room was his—he would always be in control.  The room, exploded in laughter.

As the plane landed on its “made-up runway,” Mr. Blond watched silently.  He was not sure who was the pilot but, was well aware of all of the class clowns.  Not getting an expected reaction, the laughter quickly dissipated.  Once again … the room was silent—everyone staring at Mr. Blond.  After what seemed like an eternality, he walked over, picked up the paper plane and spoke, “I like airplanes as much as you, but since I do not see anyone in the room getting ready to go on a trip, let’s get busy and get those sentences on paper.  However, when I do fly … I like to do it from the back of the room.”  With that, he walked calmly to the back of the room and stationed himself midway so his vision was equally distributed.

Wilbur was left trying to figure out why Mr. Blond was not reacting to his “sailing airplane.”

“Why didn’t he get angry and start demanding who threw the paper plane!”  He wondered.

This made him very uncomfortable!  Also… why was the rest of the class so quiet?  More importantly, why are they doing what that man asked them to do?  Slowly, he turned halfway around to see where Mr. Blond has positioned himself.  As he did so, his eyes met Mr. Blond’s and he quickly turned back around.  This, however, was just enough to confirm to the teacher that he threw the plane!  Dear Little Wilbur was the culprit!

The next step for Mr. Blond … come up with a solution to the “sailing airplane and Wilbur.

Episode Three

Slowly, he approached the aisle where the sailing airplane pilot was seated and stood quietly beside his desk.  Wilbur kept his eyes focused on his paper, but sensed the presence of Mr. Blond.  After standing there several seconds, his teacher leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You have nothing on your paper, please copy the phrases from the board and turn your paper in with the rest of the class when I ask for them.  It’s ok, if you do not write sentences about each one.  We can talk about that when you and I are alone.”  With that, he walked back to the back of the room and remained there until it was time to collect the papers.

Twenty minutes elapsed as the class worked in silence.  Suddenly, Mr. Blond spoke, “Wilbur, would you like to collect the papers for me, and you can choose someone to help you if you like.”

“Can Arthur hep me?”

“Sure, if you think he will be helpful to you.”

Arthur Winston was another one of the class clowns and seemed very surprised he would be given the opportunity to do something other than disrupt the class.  He popped out of his chair and said, “What’ll I do? “

“Wilbur would like you to assist him in collecting the papers … Wilbur, tell him how you would like him to do it.”

Wilbur spoke quickly, “You get all the papers in yo’ row and the one next to it, and I’ll get the rest.

“OK.”

After several minutes, Wilbur and Arthur handed Mr. Blond thirty papers, some face up, face down, wrinkled, but collected.

“Thank you, Mr. Martin and Mr. Winston,” stated Mr. Blond.  “I appreciate your help.”

Ring-n-n, ring-n-n-n, went the class change bell.  “Please remain seated,” said Mr. Blond.  “We will be dismissed by rows.  We will begin with Row Five, which coincidently, was the row Arthur Winston was in.

“Row One.”

“Row Three.”

This continued until each row had emptied the classroom.

 Episode Four

When the last kid cleared the door, Mr. Blond gathered papers and made his way to the principal’s office.  The upcoming period was his “preparation period,” the period he prepared lessons plans for the next week, but he needed to get clarity of school policy regarding how he could deal with Wilbur, Arthur and any of the five class clowns in the class.  Grabbing them by the collar and lifting them off of the floor was clearly not going to fly!  He could hear the parents reporting such behavior to the principal, “Do you know Mr. Blond used physical abuse with my child?  I am going to sue you, him and the entire school system!” 

“No, there has to be a better solution than that!” he thought to himself.

“Maybe … just maybe, what I have in mind will work.”

Walking into the main office area, he was greeted by Assistant Secretary Williams, “Hello Mr. Blond, may I help you?”

“Yes, is Assistant Principal Mackintosh available to talk with me?”

“Wait here, and I will check.”

Glancing around the room, he spotted Julie Pickens, one of the female class clowns.  “Miss Pickens, your next class is math, why are you here?”

“Uh-h-h, you see Mr. Blond, like I jes’ wuz walking down the hall…like … Minnie Jones …like… come up to me, and, and I wun’t doing nuthin’ and … like … she shoved me for nuthin’ … nuthin.  Befo’ I knew it, I had hol-off and slapped her!  I don’t know why she did that, and … and I jes’ cunn’t let her git away wit’ it!  And … Mis. Brown, she sent me here.”

“Miss Pickens, we need to talk.  I will inform you when that is going to happen.”

“Ok, Mr. Blond, but jes’ so you know, I didn’t do nuthin. I don’t know even why I’m here.”

“Of course, Miss Pickens, that will be one of the first things we will talk about.”  As he was about to say something else, Secretary Williams interrupted, “Assistant Mackintosh will see you now, Mr. Blond.”

Walking into the office of Assistant Williams was like walking into a room Mr. Blond’s mother had always wanted him to keep—orderly, neat, bright and colorful.  In spite of his mother’s efforts, orderliness and neatness were not his strong habits.

“What can I do for you Mr. Blond?”

“I’m here to talk with you about school policy relative to “behavioral consequences” for some of the students in my classes.  More specifically … to determine if the plan I have in mind will be contrary to school guidelines and policies.”

“What’s your plan?”

Episode Five  – Coming Soon