Mr. McAllister: 9th grade, Science teacher.
Once, I skipped his class, because I wanted to have lunch with my girlfriend at the time. The previous day, I was sick. So the idea of me coming in late, and starting my day at 4th period seems plausible. I could have been at the doctor - sheesh. Out of all the students in the lunch room, he found me and said "I've been looking for you." I told him I was sick yesterday and he called my bluff saying "we'll see about that." Even with an excuse in my hand, for said day, he still went to the office to see when I checked in.
I know. . I know, stupid me. But I always thought - why couldn't the old bugger let it go, and just say "see you in class tomorrow."
After finding that I have been in school all day, he marched back to me and said "skipper." That was all. A few minutes later, he came back with a DR and said "here is your Saturday school slip. I bit you're not even sick." Along sounding like Kermit the Frog and holding a note from mom, a not from the Doc, and a slip from the school - he still said that.
What made it worse, he found it appropriate to call me a "skipper," again, when I entered his class the next day.
Since when did school become "let's punish the little punks," rather than "let's educate the next generation."
For the record, my father told me to "pay my dues and keep quiet." Dad never held the school rules against us, as long as we made "A's and B's."
"You make "F's", take your little butt to class. You make "A's,' what do I care if you step out for a burger."
Thanks, dad - for always being a realist.
