My Kindergarten Teacher

This woman wasn't just mean. She was nuts. This would have been in 1966. I still remember the beehive hairdo and her pale, unsmiling face. She looked more than a little like Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. In other words, just the sort of person you would want introducing a classroom full of bright eyed innocent children to the wonders of learning. She had a short fuse, and that is putting it mildly. One day. we were having show and tell and one of the kids forgot what he had intended to bring. He insisted that he needed to go home and get it. Elvira told him he couldn't go home and that he needed to get back in his seat. The kid was a stubborn little bastard and made for the door, ignoring Elvira's commands that he return to the room. The kid was at the door and about to leave when Elvira snapped, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the bathroom, which was inside the classroom, so that all of us could hear was going on inside. And as the rest of us sat there terrified, she beat the living crap out of that poor kid. I've never heard such screaming and hollering in my entire life. I have no idea what she hit him with, or if she made him take his pants down, but whatever she did, the kid got the point. He came back into the classroom sobbing and clutching his scalded bottom, and somehow managed to return to his seat. It was obvious that she didn't spank the kid, she beat the hell out of him. And if there were any consequences, I was never aware of it.

1966 wasn't just a different time. It was a different universe.
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Jan 7, 2013