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By Lolly
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Monday, 22 November 2004
Hi folks, Lolly here. My turn to take the hot seat for this week. When Affie, our editor, will return is anybody’s guess so make the most of my words of wisdom in the mean time.
So last week was the week where we all were holding our breath for the first airing of the Band Aid 20 single, which features a host of awe inspiring artists that I felt I must go and buy everybody on the planet a copy so that they can bow down and paid homage to the greatest collaboration of our time. Who am I kidding? Check out the message board for my true feelings.
It’s nearly Christmas, yes and up here in bonny Scotland we have been experiencing the wonderful snow that makes the place look gorgeous when you are inside all toasty warm but the second you step outside you are shot through the heart with an icy dart. Of course with the snow comes snowball fights! Yup, as a teacher this is something that strikes fear in my heart. The thought of walking through the playground to go home and a whole school of children outside with a snowball in one hand and an evil thought in mind is not a nice thing. But then again we did get our revenge on them by keeping them inside at morning break and lunch the other day. The looks on their faces when they realised they couldn’t play in the snow was fab.
You think I am sadistic now, don’t you? Well let me tell you a few things, kids are far from innocent and gone are the days of fart gags and school boy naughty antics. Kids now are growing up faster. I teach Art in eight different primary schools, ages 5 to 11. That is over 1700 kids a year and I have noticed a disturbing pattern emerging.
At the age of 10 the kids learn about sex, through the Living & Growing TV series as well as literature provided by their teacher. It’s a whole project that lasts anything between four and eight weeks and is a nightmare for any shy teacher. During this project it is the boys who seem to go through this change, where everything to do with sex is fascinating and a tool for mischief. The tales you are about to read are 100% true, names have been changed to provide added humour and humiliation.
One afternoon ‘Weirdo’ was sitting at the computer in his class, present were ‘Miss Prim & Proper’ and 10 of his classmates. He was sitting there for a while when one boy went up to him and asked “What are you doing?” ‘Miss Prim & Proper’ looked up to see ‘Weirdo’ shaking in his seat at the computer and his classmate in complete shock. ‘Weirdo’ then boomed “I’M MASTURBATING!” while jiggling up and down. The thing is, he wasn’t lying! ‘Weirdo’ (now called ‘Wanker Boy’) had his little todger out and was having some fun in class, while looking up a web site on…volcanoes. How apt.
The teacher handled the situation (and nothing else might I add) very well by sending him along to a male teacher’s room, while trying her best to control her giggles. Her poor colleague was forced to talk to the boy about what he had been doing and the extent of his, erm, actions. It of course was then relayed round every member of staff before the boy left the school and is still talked about whenever we see him. The dirty little bugger. Gay rumours are circulating due to his love of looking at a huge eruption of hot fluids while he wanks off. Actually I am keen to find out if this is a common fantasy for men. Come on, lads tell all on the message board.
It is not just him though, I have had another boy tell me that he couldn’t use PVA glue because he was allergic to it and it gave him a “huge erection”. When asked to repeat it he said again “it gives me a huge erection, a really hard one”. I managed to keep a straight face and said “well that is a side effect I have not been aware of but I am sure can cope with”. There are so many more stories of strange and perverted kids that I may have to write up and I am sure Affie will find a wee corner to put them in for your titillation.
So that's me finished. I do hope you were enlightened by my two pence worth. Enjoy the rest of the week, or if not, at least try to. |
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