Mr Boyce

 

Mr Boyce was the drama teacher and also the teacher of my form 2 class. We had him as a teacher for about 2 months before he begun to be regularly away, then one day we were spoken to by the principle, Mr Boyce had Lung Cancer.

It wasn't all that surprising, this was an older guy that'd been smoking his whole life, but it was still a surprise. And for me a big disappointment as I like Drama and was keen to learn in a creatively inclined teachers class. It was only my second year at that school, some guys had had him as a housemaster (Boarding school) and they took it a bit harder.

I don't remember being all that affected by his illness and eventual death later in the year. The most memorable thing about the year 2000 was Mrs Murphy who came and took his place. She had some interesting views on positively and punishment, and I am not the kind of person who does something or listens to someone without good reason, so she probably had a tough time between the resistance of the boys that had known Mr Boyce well and missed him, and the other boys who where less than willing to go along with Edward de-bono's philosophies.

She was a good person who didn't belong in teaching, she did help me with public speaking, and I'm sure I owe alot of who I am to her influence at that plastic period of my teen years.

I doubt I'll ever forget Mrs Murphy, and because of that I'll never forget Mr Boyce.

He tried to make us memorise a poem to be read in front of the class, I think I managed two verses, and I still remember one of those.

Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores. 

His death is a footnote in my life, and yet I bet his lessons and death had a bigger effect than I realise only seven years later.

smebro smebro
22-25, M
1 Response May 8, 2007

It seems like both of your teachers from that times were positive influences on your life.