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Topic: Teachers (07/12/04)
By Kenny Paul Clarkson
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The sounds of humming fluorescent lights and chalk screeching through a proper prepositional phrase accentuated the silence. All eyes were on Thom.
With a sinister grin and flick of the wrist, he released his missile and, within a split second, smacked the teacherís puffy í60s style hairdo dead center.
The sixth-grade class roared with laughter.
Fortunately for Mrs. Hester, her big hair cushioned the blow.
She literally didnít know what hit her, and she didnít know why the class was laughing, until Ö Thom reloaded and this time aimed lower.
The shriek he evoked was heard all the way to the principalís office. Mr. Fox, accustomed to pre-adolescent shenanigans, burst into the classroom.
Dismissing Mrs. Hester, the silver-haired principal demanded to know what happened and who did it. No one would leave the room until someone confessed.
Once again, all eyes were on Thom.
Mr. Fox laid down the law. From that day forward rubber bands and paper clips would be considered contraband.
Their very possession would be cause for expulsion. They were prohibited.
There was nothing inherently wrong with rubber bands. Paper clips in the hands of trustworthy teenyboppers posed no cause for prohibition. It was Thomís misuse of these items that led to their banishment. Liberty was lost due to the character flaw of one individual.