My granddad once told me about a teacher who wore glasses with little mirrors attached to the frames so he could see behind him: as if he really did have eyes in the back of his head!
When he saw, reflected, one of the kids in his class messing about, he grabbed whatever was closest – usually the blackboard rubber or a stick of chalk – and threw it at the miscreant: whack!
Perhaps that story sowed the seeds in me: certainly I didn’t think of teachers as human beings who liked to play in the snow!
It was why I was surprised when Mr Cannon told me to open all the windows in the mobile classroom.
The school heating system had conked out that day, and if it was below a certain temperature everyone had to be sent home.
It was early January and there was a foot of snow on the ground.
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