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From the bus, the teacher spotted Jim, late again. Despite daily caning, he’d failed to improve or offer an excuse for his constant lateness. Jim was pushing a tiny wheelchair-bound child through the kindergarten gates—miles from school.
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Posted in response to @feltbuzz's Zapfic 240 Monday contest
The prompt is improve
The image is my own.
I wish I could say this was funny, as nearly every other post you have written has been, but it isn't. I am reminded of several of my childrens teachers, especially one, and I hope she eventually learned her lesson, just as I hope this teacher did.
From the age of about six, I was tasked with getting my brother to nursery each morning by bus and then bussing it back to school. In those days public transport was pitiful, so I was always late, frequently scolded and sometimes caned.
You and I will have to stop trading childhood experiences.
When I started school, first grade, my father came home to stay for months. He didn't like to get up, but he was supposed to drive us to the bus stop. So, every day we missed the bus, and the first lessons of the day.
Memorably, on the day they gave out the experiment polio shots I was late, as usual. Someone stuck me on the end of a line. Strange smell. Strange people. I reached the man in a white coat. He reached for my arm. I fainted.
Just one of those days...😄
Hahaha, an excellent piece of writing indeed but alas, no punchline.
Oh no, not a Christmas story :( So sad.
Caning! We never had that when I went to school. No teacher ever hit a child. Humiliate them, yes, but not hit.
Of course you hit the word mark, and you managed to write effectively, in so few words.
Your tree branch put me in mind of canes, and the story wrote itself. Thanks for that 🙂
Caning was widely practised in schools here in the 60s and 70s. It certainly promoted obedience, but it did absolutely nothing for morale.
I don't remember anyone misbehaving in school, and no teacher used a cane. When I was very young, in a rural school, I think the parents would beat the children if they got in trouble. Plus there was a lot of being left back. That is, a child couldn't advance to the next grade and would forever be marked by the stigma of being the oldest kid in the class.
When I moved to the city and went to city schools, there was a more drastic measure than canes: chronic behavior problem kids would be sent to a 'special' school. These were like reformatories, where little education took place and rough treatment of students (by staff and fellow students) was routine.
But no canes. In some parts of the U. S. children are subject to physical punishment in school, but not where I lived.
It's a strange world.
I remember being rapped on the knuckles for doodling in the margins of a workbook. That would have been 1962.
It is indeed a strange world, and getting stranger every minute it seems.
You captured a lot of emotion in a very short word count
Oh I know. I'm a little genius:)
lol yes you are yes you are.
Hahah. It seems we agree on many things.
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This story beautifully highlights the importance of empathy and not judging too quickly.
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