In English class I sat right behind a fiery little psycho named
Teresa who had some cowboy boots she loved to use for a little shin
kicking. She was a sadist who loved to see the brass star from the
tip of her boot leave a punch out of stellar bruised and bleeding
flesh. She would wait until I was quietly concentrated on a piece of
work and then crack me in the shin and revel in my screens while she
begged me to let her look at the handiwork. I would sometimes get
yelled out for disturbing my class with my whimpering. I would
protest that the reason why I was crying out was that I was getting
kicked and the teacher, a woman in the late fifties and definitely
from the old school would mock me about being hurt by a little girl
and tell me to shut up. One day when I had been kicked the last I
was going to be kicked I reached up and slapped Teresa in the back of
her head as hard as I could after she had kicked me for the second
time that day. I was trying to hurt her but she was playing it up
with her flopping an wailing. I was telling her to shut up when I was
grabbed from behind by my sexist teacher. She snatched me up from my
seat and drug me out to the hall and was turning purple with rage.
She was livid about me 'laying my hand on' a little girl like I had
without provocation punched a toddler in the face for my sick
thrills. When she got me out to the hall she grabbed me by the throat
and pressed me up against the wall by my neck and was trying to choke
lift me while she continued screaming about how a man should never
hit a woman. She was obviously okay with the old vise versa, the
trachea vise specifically. A Math teacher from down the hall came and
told he to calm down and let me go before she did something she would
regret. She let me go but took me to the principals office where I
was allowed to recover and cry a bit before I had to talk to the
principal. He asked me what had happened and I told him about the
kicking a showed him the evidence of the weeks of abuse and he was
obviously distressed. When I told him that the teacher had done
nothing about it until I hit Teresa and then she choked me while she
yelled at me He was very concerned because I had some marks on my
neck. This was the wild and untamed eighties but still not the south
or so far in the past that a teacher could still hit a student let
alone choke them. He called the teacher in and had a talk with her
while I sat in the waiting area on the couch wondering if I was being
vindicated or buried in that little meeting. I Don't know what
exactly happened but by how profusely the teacher apologized and how
well she treated me and how much trouble Teresa got in I have a
feeling it was one of those professional educator 'Come To Jesus'
type talks that maybe made mention of the massive liability the
school and teacher would face in the event of legal action. I was
just glad for three things, I was not in trouble, Teresa was, and the
kicking was over. That is all I wanted.
