|A photo of my old school from about a year ago|
sentimental for the past - to an even greater degree than usual, if such
a thing is possible. This may well be the last Christmas my old primary
school will see, being due for demolition when a new one is completed
to house the pupils who temporarily inhabit it. That perhaps requires
further explanation, so allow me to indulge myself by elucidating. (If
you're a regular reader, you can skip the next two paragraphs.)
and the pupils are presently ensconced within its gleaming interiors.
However, another school in a nearby neighbourhood needed to be de-
molished before the new one could be built (due to limited space), so
the pupils from that school moved into the vacated premises of my
old one, which has been rechristened in the process. When their new
building is completed, the pupils will vacate my old school - which
will then, sadly, be wiped from the face of the earth.
Luckily, I managed to gain access to the old school just before it
was 'pressed into temporary service' and managed to take loads of
photos for posterity. I was looking at them the other night (once more
retracing the steps of my past) when, as I gazed at the corridors along
which I once so casually cavorted, an incident from the long-vanished
days of my childhood resurfaced in the tranquil waters of my recol-
lection. Allow me to share it with you now.
In a far more innocent age than the one we now inhabit, it was
once the custom (and may yet be) for primary pupils to pair up with
a partner when the class was in transit to another part of the school.
So, if a class was going to the dinner hall, pupils were instructed to
form a double column, clasp the hand of the person next to them,
and proceed in an orderly fashion to their destination.
or from any point in the building, we'd automatically 'pair-off' with
another pupil by saying "Take" (as if staking a claim), and then grasp
their hand in our own. Sometimes this choice was made purely from
whoever was in closest proximity, and sometimes it would be a par-
ticular pal who was accorded the accolade. (And vice versa.)
With that in mind (just in case it's no longer the practice these
days), you're now equipped to understand my motivation in the
tale I am about to (finally) relate.
|The first floor corridor in which the following incident occurred|
end of the building. As was my habit (being a rather shy, introverted
boy, believe it or not), I hung back and waited for the rest of the class
to leave the room before joining the trail at the tail-end. Being without
a partner, I skirted along the outside of the line of pupils, looking for
someone in a similar position, when I noticed something ahead of me.
The fire doors in the middle of the corridor were open, giving the
top of the door frame the appearance of a roof beam.
A peculiarity of introverted children is that they sometimes over-
day was one such occasion. As I made my way along the outside of the
line, I said "Watch this" to two boys on the left of me, took a couple of
hops and a jump, and hit the top of the door 'beam' on the way through.
Having 'shown off' (for the year), my attention was diverted by the boy
ahead of me - BILLY McCLUSKEY - likewise being without a part-
ner, so I automatically said "Take" and clasped his hand in line
with then-current custom.
from the tuckshop in his hand, which I inadvertently squashed within
its clear cellophane wrapper, much to his annoyance and my surprise.
I'm sure you can see what's coming; Billy hailed the teacher's attention,
proclaiming: "Please, Miss - Gordon Robson's squashed my Snowball!"
(behave - it wasn't a euphemism) and proceeded to kick up a fuss about
it. I, of course, protested my innocence (of intent, if not result), but
the two lads I had passed were having none of it.
|View from the first floor corridor window|
You see, to them, it seemed as if I'd invited them to witness my
crime by saying "Watch this", and that my tagging the door 'beam'
was merely a casual display of exuberance on my way to commit the
dastardly deed, not the actual act I'd invited them to observe. A few
years ago, I could still remember the names of my two accusers, but the
passage of time has diminished my ability to recall them now. I've got a
vague idea that it may have been BILLY MONTGOMERY and ROSS
CAMPBELL (who had a history of 'cliping' in order to curry teacher's
favour), but I'm not 100% certain. Apologies if it wasn't them, but
I probably owe them for other misdemeanours anyway so I'm
not about to lose any sleep over it.
The result? I had to reimburse Billy for the cost of his confec-
tionery, but that didn't bother me so much as the teacher not quite be-
lieving it was an accident (or she'd have replaced Billy's Snowball with
another one from the tuckshop for free), and the alacrity with which my
accusers had leapt to 'put the boot in'. In all truthfulness, I can honestly
state that I never knew Billy was holding anything, and that my account
of events is exactly what transpired. I can see why things looked as
they did to the two boys, but it's a perfect example of a situation
not being as it seemed, despite appearances to the contrary.
So, let that be a lesson to you (and me). Sometimes, even when
you're certain, you may still be wrong. Funny the things that stick in
your memory 45 years-plus after the fact, eh? I wonder how (or even
if) Billy and the two over-enthusiastic 'witnesses' recall the event.
Anyway, that's killed some time (and perhaps even your will to live).
If you don't behave, I may regale you with a similar-type tale from my
secondary school days. You can't say you haven't been warned.
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