The Great Escape part 2 (well maybe not quite)

[bdahunter]

I ran up the main hallway leading from the kindergarten classroom to the main foyer and the exit doors. I passed the gymnasium and leapt up the stairs to the next level. Miss Swain was now in hot pursuit but she could do no more than totter after me in those high heels and her tight dress, so I was leaving her in my dust. Unfortunately, Miss Swain could still yell pretty good, even if she couldn't run worth beans. She was screeching at the top of her lungs "STOP THAT BOY! - STOP THAT BOY!"; what an ear splitting screech she had. It wasn't going to do any good I thought to myself because I could see the main doors up ahead and I only had to get past the student washroom on the left and the 'opportunity' classroom on the right; then I would be out the doors, into the schoolyard and ultimately home! (the opportunity class was where the retarded and disable kids attended school)
Just as I passed the door to the opportunity class a girl from the opportunity class came out of the washroom, she was the size of a linebacker for the Green Bay Packers but with the innocent face of a kid with Down's Syndrome. She hunkered down and shifted back and forth like a goalie for the Toronto Maple Leafs and I could tell she was determined to stop me. I didn't even slow down, I deeked left and dodge right but she was really good at playing goal. This huge girl's left arm swept out and grabbed me across the chest and under my right arm, then with seemingly no effort at all she hauled me back into her chest and clamped down on me with a powerful bearhug. Whoosh! all the air in my lungs was pressed out of me, I couldn't breath and I saw stars. This girl was not going to let go and there was nothing I could do about it. I started to go limp and my vision clouded over, when thankfully Miss Swain caught up to me and got the opportunity girl to release me from her death grip. I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes and gasped for breath on my hands and knees, trying not to throw up. This was not turning out well, at all. When I finally caught my breath Miss Swain and the 'Linebacker' escorted me to the Principal's Office. Miss Swain sat me down on one of the chairs that lined the hall in front of the office (I would later learn that these were for detention) and went into the office to talk to Principal Wiseman. The 'Linebacker' gave me a look that indicated she would be happy if I tried to escape but I had no desire to wind up in her arms again so my butt remained firmly on the seat of the chair. I could hear Miss Swain screeching and then I heard a bellow like an angry ogre (that must be the principal). Out of his office stormed Mr. Wiseman a great bear of a man with a bald head and the loudest voice I have ever heard, this guy never used a microphone the whole 9 years I was under his guidance.
"What was I thinking", "How dare I grab my teacher's beads", "Trying to runaway from School" he bellowed. I was petrified!, suddenly standing in the corner didn't seems so bad, whatever it entailed. He raged on and on while I tried to melt into the chair. My older sister was summoned to the office to explain my actions to Mr. Wiseman. (she never really forgave me for that one) Finally, the time came for me to apologize to Miss Swain which I did willingly as I had never meant to break her beads, I was just trying to get away from her. Apology accepted, Mr. Wiseman asked me if I would ever do something like that again? Naturally, I said "No"; Mr Wiseman put me over his knee and gave me a swat on the ass that made my eyes bug out.
"NO What?" he said.
"NO!, NO!" I responded.
WHACK! "NO WHAT?" he repeated.
"NO, NEVER!" I yelled
WHACK! - WHACK! "NO, S-I-R!!" he replied.
"NO!, NO!, NEVER!" I hollered.(where the heck was he going with this???)
"WHEN YOU ADDRESS ME, YOU ALWAYS SAY S-I-R!!" bellowed the principal.
"YES" said I, WHACK! was his response. This was getting monotonous and my ass was now on fire.
"Yes, WHAT?" he asked. "Yes, Yes" I stammered, close to tears now but trying to hold them back for all I was worth. I could see my sister standing against the wall across from me and she was white as a sheet with fear but bless her heart she was mouthing the word "S-I-R".
The lightbulb finally came on "YES, SIR" I cried out. "Good" said the ogre and that was it. I followed Miss Swain slowly back to my kindergarten class (man was my ass sore), my sister returned to her class and all was right in the world again.
Cindy was still standing in the corner but at least she had stopped sobbing.(our budding romance never recovered) Storytime was cancelled that day and I was good for at least a week until I discovered that the teachers had tea in the other room while we were having naptime. I got a few of my mates to climb out the window with me and play tag during naptime on a beautiful day when I didn't want to be napping but that's another story.

Cheers,

BDA

PS Upon graduation from highschool I received a two page handwritten letter from Mr. Wiseman (now retired) praising my accomplishment and expressing his unending faith in me to go out and do some good in this world, to be successful and to continue to make him proud. I was deeply touched by his letter and I still am. I try to live up to his expectations, everyday. His hand left a strong impression on my ass but his letter made an even deeper impression on my life.

 

[Rob/Windsor Ont.]

We just hoped that the news didn't reach our parents, which would've been a double-whammy (and always was,.... dang squealy-cat girls) The escape attempt was rather bold though. What in the heck wuz u thinkin' ??? Great story bda !

 

[bdahunter]

They always managed to make good their escape. (I never saw them deal with a linebacker though)
Naturally, Big Sister ratted me out so I had to go through it all over again when I got home. 'Spare the rod and spoil the child' as they used to say, nothing really hurt but my pride. I think it made me a better person in the end though.

Glad you enjoyed my little adventure,

BDA

 

[Ron J]

n/t

 

[Wayne in BC]

and i enjoyed it a bunch! I can't figure out why though, that i and the vast majority of my friends and family did not turn out to be child and wife abusers, given that we were spanked when necessary ...........

 

[bdahunter]

I think that mild corporal punishment for children isn't a bad thing. This goes against the grain of accepted wisdom in recent times but look at the crime rates and lack of social conscience that has occurred since we implemented these new standards.
I have never raised my hand to a child or a woman and expect I never will.

Consider this scenario. If a child shows disrespect and it goes uncorrected by the adults he should look up to, what happens to the respect he requires in order to learn from his elders to be a well balanced person? If the same level of disrespect is shown to his peers in the playground and they correct him he comes to respect his peers more than his elders. How will this child mature into a responsible adult with only the guidance of his peers, who are equally immature, to serve as a measure of right and wrong?
My father was a stern disciplinarian and admits he felt he was too soft on us compared to how his father disciplined him.(his perspective not mine)
I have never had cause to give a child more than a stern talking to with the implied threat of physical discipline. Perhaps a balance needs to found between molly coddling and abuse if we are going to maintain a healthy and strong society.
I guess it's a matter of perspective. I personally, disagree with the theory that a child who was spanked will be abusive to his own children.

JMHO,

BDA

 

[Wayne in BC]

n/t

 

[bdahunter]

Sorry if I got a little preachy there Wayne. I was a Scout leader for a number of years and wound up raising a lot of mixed up kids who came to me with very little values and almost no discipline. They weren't bad kids (there are no truly BAD kids) and they all wound up better kids as a result of their time in Scouting. They just needed some boundaries and some discipline. It's a shame that Scouting has almost faded away over the last few decades. There are a lot of kids out there that could uses it's values and training.

THE SCOUT PROMISE

On my Honour, I Promise
To Do My Best for God and the Queen
To Help other People at All Times
And to keep the Spirit of the Scout Law

Cheers,

BDA

 

[Lil Brother]

the ripe old age of 5 1/2! Someone had to try to keep those teachers and principals in line.

nuther good un!

Lil Brother

 

[Wayne in BC]

would that i have had a leader with your ethic in the 50's, rather than a social climber, the very type actively disliked by Baden Powell himself. The system bore fruit for some segments of society, but by the time i was of age to join, my life had been divided between military camps and my uncles ranch and i was far ahead of my peers in woodcraft and hunting skills, while nursing a healthy disrespect for the "King" as i of necessity was charged with harvesting "his" Deer at my/our peril so we could have some meat on the table more often.
The attitude of the troop that i temporarily joined (in Wainright Alberta circa 1957) fostered only resentment in myself and several other budding hunters and outdoorsmen and we left them to their hypocritical devices.
That is not to say that that they were not a good organisation for young men, as they were, and did much good, just not for some of us in some places.

 

[Sunny]

of strict discipline. I remember when my oldest daughter started kindergarten, they sent home a permission slip for me to sign that gave them permission to "spank" her if needed. I would not sign it. I DID tell them if she ever did anything bad enough that they thought she needed a spanking just to call me, and if I agreed, I would be the first one to spank her!

There are too many people out there that do not have children of their own, or that abuse other people's children. I got my butt spanked many times by my mom and dad, but I feel that is the parent's right, not a teacher.

I also taught kindergarten for five years, and I had some little doozies in my classes, but I NEVER would spank another persons child. There are too many other things to do instead. However, my children were spanked, tho not nearly as much as they should have been, and you would never catch ME spanking a grandchild. No way. That's what momma's and daddies are for! I like being the most wonderful Nana in the whole wide world! (Ben told me this when he was four)!

Enjoyed your story, and I am glad it was not to traumatic for you! Look forward to more. thanks for sharing, bda!

 

[Wayne in BC]

i would have fit right in with that crew

 

[VT Dave]

it's too bad those days are gone. More kids need discipline like that. I got a few whacks and it didn't damage my "developing ego" any more than it did yours! You learned from it and used it to your advantage. Looks like the principal knew you better!

Dave

 

[Royal]

we called "Old Lady Mavis" that was really a hottie. She was about 22 and was hooterhottie!! She was an old lady to us boys but she still looked good. My buddy Louie did something that was hilarious but I can not think of a way to describe it that would be fit for this forum

You really are a fine writer. You paint a fine picture with your words. Thanks