One teacher we had was a tiny man, dwarfed by the tallest first years, he seemed to have one of those characters that are associated with small people. He was a bully, who liked to shout and would often start a lesson by giving the whole class detention.
This man was clearly not cut out to be a teacher and I seem to remember that he did not last a full year at the school.
The poem below describes students bullying a teacher which seemed funny at the time, but looking back at it was not so laudable. That said the point I am trying to make in the poem is that sometimes when you fully expect the whole world to come crashing down on you, as by rights the two lads and those who were laughing at the teachers misery should have done, the unexpected can happen. I guess that morning the deputy head was thinking the teacher would benefit from some of his own medicine, and he did the bare minimum to stop what was happening.
I have always wondered what happened in the staff room when he was next in there?
Early Memories - Guernsey VI - A Lighter Side
The teacher was but four foot six
the juniors towered over him,
he’d scream and shout all day long,
and the boys just ignored him.
He was a vicious little man.
His pupils grew to hate him.
The other teachers tried their best
but they obviously found him grating.
One day as I walked along behind him,
two boys picked him up!
They walked along; his little body
dangling between them.
Then around the corner came Vernon,
he was the deputy head.
Strict and fair and very scary;
I thought they’d soon be dead.
He yelled; “Put that teacher down!”
and the two lads dropped him smartly.
Strangely Vernon carried on,
He did not stop to scold them.
Once they’d passed, I saw his face
light up in silent laughter;
and in that instant, I understood
how human was this master.
John Carré Buchanan
24 March 2012