The seniority list came out this week at school. I'm up there; pretty safe from any forthcoming cuts. French is dead last on the list. He read it over and said: "last one in, first one out...whadya gonna do?"
He continued: "Bureaucracy can be such a bitch". French then went into the paint room in the auto shop and had a smoke.
To bad that job cuts weren't based on quality. French is a great teacher. Funny how the best teachers are often the ones that had a few struggles back in high school. Right?
The best example of French's teaching ability was this fall when he got called in to cover a class of grade ten boys gym. There was no plan, no class list...just 31 bored 15 year olds. He told them to change and meet him on the back field. French was waiting for them with a bow and a quiver of arrows.
The boys all gathered around. He'd show them an arrow, tell them the point value of that particular arrow, then fire it into some long grass and cattails by the soccer field. He then told them there was a bonus hidden arrow. All 31 boys took off into the grass; whooping and hollering. A real Lord of the Flies situation.
Probably the best gym class those boys ever had; even if they never found the "bonus arrow".
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Nothing like a little atavism to liven up gym class. Sure beats doing laps around the school.
laps and tight gym shorts. I always got picked last.
French had the gift. To make something out of nothing.
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