Mr Wilson By Wade

Through out elementary school I messed around so much so that I was sent to the principles office several times, some times for a fight with Gus ( I hated Gus!), or just being a giggly little boy. Mrs Parrish twice grabbed my arm, pulling me up in the air and spanked me in front of the class. Abel Smith and Chris Kapp were usually the ones who were my cohorts and they were spanked as many times as me. The messing around didn't stop through the sixth grade.

Sixth grade was one of the years mom had started baby sitting Mr Jackman's kids and also brought my new teacher MR Wilson, well known for his fiery temper. I had heard of his many yelling fits, and heard of his red "bomb bat", an over sized red plastic bat made for little kids, always placed next to his desk. Mr Wilson would often take his "bomb bat" and slam it on the desk to get the classes attention, and he had a loud booming voice that was a little frightening.

One day while in class we were especially disruptive, Chris Kapp had farted, which smelled like fruit cake at first, causing me to exclaim "who brought the fruit cake?" Chris and Abel began to laugh, then I began to laugh. Mr Wilson told us to stop but we were to far gone, each time we tried to stop laughing, it caused us to laugh even harder. 3 little kids in the front corner of the room laughing so hard we were doubled over while Mr Wilson sat at the front of the room, face getting redder by the second.

We heard a crash at the back of the room and we turned in time to see Mr Wilson's keys fall from the back chalk board and Mr Wilson finishing up his throwing motion. Mr Wilson walked over to get his 'bomb Bat and he started to slam the bat over and over on the desk at the front of the room, his booming voice echoing through the room. Mr Wilson yelled at Me, Chris and Abel in succession pointing out flaws we didn't know were important. He made a special point of telling me I wasn't special because my mom baby sat a teachers kid. He walked over to the ball box turning it over, then yelling at kids to "MOVE!" he walked through a row of desks tipping and throwing as he went. Mr Wilson then set to throwing chairs to the back of the room and only stopped when he threw one chair and hit his stereo, sending plastic pieces ricocheting off desks and the wall. He then stomped out of the room yelling as he went "CLEAN THAT UP!"

Dumbfounded no one spoke. Everyone in the class started to silently pick up chairs and the over turned desks. After 15 minutes or so Mrs Gibbs poked her head in, looking like she were breaking a rule, and said " you guys OK?". We all nodded in agreement as if we didn't have a choice. She said "OK" and left as quickly as she had come. After the room was cleaned we all sat in silence and waited... and waited... after what seemed like an hour Mr Wilson Came back in and with out a word picked up a book and read to us the rest of the day.