Teachers Subterfuge Chapter 2
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Teacher's Pest
by: Anne O'Nonymous
Teaching in any school is a difficult task, and being a substitute,
filling in near the end of a school year, can be even more arduous.
Karen Martin knew this quite well, although she had been away from the
classroom for quite a while pursuing a Master's degree in Education.
Students' names to learn, their quirks, school rules, etc. All combined
to make for difficulties, plus she was taking the place of another
teacher in a subject she hadn't taught for a long spell. And the biggest
headache of all was Tim King! He had almost driven her out of teaching.
He was disrespectful, unmannerly, disruptive, a juvenile delinquent in
the making, and now he was in her homeroom. She had tried, tried, and
could not get rid of him.
"Hey, Miss Martin. Gina Thomas, Social Studies. You're History, aren't
you? I've got the classroom next to yours, mind if I walk down with you?"
"Yes, mostly Nineteenth Century. No, I don't mind! So, what's it like
here?"
"Great! The Principal backs all the teachers 100%. The students are, for
the most part, really great. Oh, you do have a few misfits, but they are
in the minority. Hey, I hear you got lucky!"
"How's that?"
"You got Tim King in your homeroom."
"Lucky! You have got to be kiddin', he was a menace some time ago! Nearly
drove me out."
"Well, honey, he's the nicest, kindest kid I've ever met. Helps tutor
some of the less-gifted younger students. He's stopped several schoolyard
fights. Oh, here we are. Are you lunch monitor this week?"
"No, I've got that dubious duty the week after next!" Karen stopped in
front of a classroom of boisterous children saying, "see you later, at
lunch." Karen watched Gina enter, then proceeded to her own room.
She entered the room, looked at the class, and wrote her name on the
chalkboard. She quickly spotted her niece, Angela, talking to a boy who
appeared to be explaining something in a book he had. "Tim King! With a
book!
And Angela was with him. What's happening," Karen thought. The sight of
Tim King with a book was unnerving; she just hoped it wasn't a book on
urban terrorism, although he probably could write one.
Tim looked up and saw the teacher enter the room. "Please excuse me,
Angela, there's something I've got to do!" He walked to the front of the
room, coughed to get the teacher's attention, and said, "Miss Martin, I
want to apologize to you for all those stupid things I've done in the
past. I was a child and I acted like one. I just wanted to say, I'm sorry
and if I do the slightest thing out-of-line, please send a note home to
my mother. I will try to do everything in my power to make you proud you
are my instructor!" With that said, Tim extended his hand.
Karen was in shock. She sat catching flies for a while, then took his
hand and shook it. "I don't know what to say . . . I accept your apology
and I hope to be a teacher you remember in your old age!"
With that pronouncement, the bell rang and the school day started. The
class was the usual mix of nerds, Goths, jocks, suits, prom princesses
and misfits. She introduced herself, heard the usual groans, questions
about what happened to their regular teacher, and there was the taking of
the roll, announcements of various kinds, and talk of athletic rallies
filled in 'til the first bell rang.
Watching the class leave for their various destinations, Karen enjoyed a
bit of pleasure that she was now back where she felt she belonged. Her
first period class was starting to file in and Karen noticed Angela
walking in with Tim. "I wonder if he knows she's my niece, and is trying
to get on my good side," she mused. "Well," she said to herself, "better
start earning my pay!"
The day went especially well, and time just seemed to fly by. Lunch
period came, and Karen met Gina in the teacher's lunchroom, just to the
side of the student's. There she got a surprise!
"Hey, Karen! Long time, no see." The voice was as familiar to her as her
own. "Lena, Chuck. How are you?" It was back just after she started
teaching that she met them: Lena and Charles Lohmann. Lena was a Phys-Ed.
instructor; Charles, Chuck to his closest friends, was mathematics --
Geometry, Trigonometry, beginning Calculus. They were both well aware of
Tim King and the trouble he got into.
"Heard you got the mystery student," Lena said. Chuck followed with,
"He's as much a puzzle to me as income taxes!" All his friends kidded him
about his inability to do simple taxes.
"Yep. I got him." The four sat and ate, talking about Tim King.
Gina asked, "Was he really a bad kid?"
"Bad wouldn't cover half of it. He was rotten to the core, and then
some!" The three then told of his exploits in graphic detail.
Gina shook her head, and replied, "I just can't believe it. He's so nice
now. What made him change?"
Lena replied, "That, my dear girl, is the big mystery."
Soon it was time to return to classes, and the school day quickly came to
a close. Karen drove home thinking about the changes in one Tim King ("He
actually participated in class, asking very pointed questions").
Meanwhile, Angela rode the school bus home holding hands with her best
friend, Tim.
A routine developed, and time as it does passed quickly. Karen soon found
that Tim King was not only true to his word; he was also an excellent
student.
Ever since Angela started to spend more time with Tim, her grades shot up
from just a C average to B+ to A+.
Over time, Karen observed Tim whenever she had a chance. Once, in a
hallway, she saw him walking, not swaggering, toward her with two girls.
Tim greeted her with, "Good afternoon, Ms. Martin." As he proceeded on,
she noted how confident he looked. On another occasion, she saw Tim take
on two bullies, who were annoying some younger girls, and soon had both
running. "Well, one thing's for sure," Karen said to herself, "Tim is no
coward. What punishment could he fear so much that he would avoid it.
What did he get that changed him so much!"
Still the mystery persisted. What changed a future gangster into a future
Archaeologist-Historian? And how! She was starting to believe in alien
abductions; she had to satisfy her curiosity -- What happened!!!!
It was several weeks later, on a Friday, after school, when Angela came
in with a "Hi Aunt Karen! Tim's mother would like to meet you."
"Well, this is a switch. Usually it's the teacher who wants to meet the
parent," Karen thought, and said, "Well, I'm free tomorrow. Would that be
okay with her?"
Angela thought for a moment, and asked, "You are curious about Tim's
change, aren't you?"
"It has been on my mind, yeah."
"I'll call Tim and his mom. Maybe they'll explain or let you see for
yourself."
Angela went to the phone, dialed Tim's number from memory, and sat
talking for a while. Apparently, they had come to some sort of a
conclusion. Angela said, "Can you go over about eleven-thirty, and I'll
see you over there. I think you'll learn a lot, maybe more than you
should. Auntie, please don't be judgmental."
"Whatever for? Whatever happened to Tim, it has made a better person of
him, and I, for one, am glad it did. If I thought he wasn't right for
you, I would have done my best to keep you from him. Ever since your
parents died, I've been looking out for you, I want the best for you, and
since you've been seeing Tim, you seem to be happier, more carefree. He
seems to bring out the best in you. Actually, come to think of it, he has
done a lot for me too. I actually love going to school to teach, to watch
them when they understand how history affected our country. It's kids
like Tim that make me want to teach them more, and, conversely, to learn
more myself!" After the speech, Karen thought, "At last, I'll know. This
mystery will soon be history."
The next morning, Angela had a breakfast and left, saying, "I'll see you
at Mrs. King's house about eleven-thirty or so. You do know how to get
there, don't you?"
"Afraid not, sweetie."
There was a quick exchange of directions, and Karen soon figured out her
drive.
At about eleven-fifteen, Karen got into her car and drove the short
distance to Mrs. King's house. She parked in the driveway, walked to the
door, and knocked.
The woman who answered the door appeared to be in her mid-thirties, with
black hair, green eyes, well made-up, and a very distinguished
appearance. Karen felt out of place, wearing a white blouse, jeans and
running shoes.
"Come in. You must be Karen, Angela's aunt. She's told me all about you!"
"Mrs. King, I am so pleased to finally meet you."
"Connie, please! I don't like formality among friends. Lunch will be
ready in a few minutes. We can sit and talk about Timmy's school work."
"Well, I don't know where to . . . What's that odor?"
"Tim is probably cutting some onions for the salad."
"Tim is making lunch?"
Connie laughed, "Yes, he also cooks dinner occasionally. He also sews,
knits and does other housework."
"WHAT! A boy who does housework? You mean he can do that?"
"Let's have a lunch, and I'll show you all you want, or maybe don't want,
to know." Saying that, they adjourned to a cloth-covered kitchen table.
There was a tuna salad, a shrimp salad, cold fried chicken, filled
glasses of lemonade, and homemade chocolate-chip cookies.
Karen sat there and ate like there was no tomorrow. "Did Tim make all
this? He should be giving lessons in Home-Ec. I am getting stuffed, but
everything is just so delicious."
"He cooks like this all the time."
Karen glanced at Tim. He appeared to be taking no notice of the
conversation, being more interested in taking care of Angela. He refilled
her glass of lemonade several times, and her plate was restocked (without
her needing to ask, Karen noted) as well.
"Karen, let's go into the living room and talk. Angela, you and Tim go up
and get ready!"
Karen followed Connie as she walked into a large sunny room. She sat,
waited until Karen was comfortable, and began her story. "Tim was a
rather good boy until his father decided to leave me for another,
younger, woman. I'm afraid that he believed I chased his father away. He
began to fall in with a bad crowd. To fit in, he had to show them he was
as rough as they were. His grades started to fall and he was constantly
in trouble. I didn't know what to do. I was at my wits' end. Finally, I
called my sister; she said -- send him to me. I asked what she was going
to do. She said, 'Did you ever hear of Petticoat Punishment?' and she
explained it to me. Well, I sent him to her for a summer, and again the
next summer. Oh, here they come!"
Karen turned to look, saw her niece, and a very pretty girl standing
beside her. The girl was dressed in a light blue jumper, a very feminine
apron, lime green blouse, pair of blue pumps with one-inch heels, and
knee-hi stockings. She had very little makeup on, just enough to bring
out her natural beauty, and her light auburn hair fell to her shoulders
in soft waves. Startled, she said, "I didn't know you had a daughter? She
is quite pretty."
Angela stifled a laugh. "Aunt Karen, I would like you to meet my very
best boy- and girlfriend, Tammy!"
Now this was an unexpected development. Then, suddenly, the light went on
for Karen. "This is Timmy? I don't believe it. My God, you're beautiful!"
Mrs. King remarked, "Don't they make a cute pair!"
"Thank you very much," Timmy, now Tammy, replied, with a curtsey, "Mother
always told me that having a pretty girlfriend is a privilege I must
earn."
Karen sat there, watching as the two 'girls' cleared up the area. She now
knew everything.
"Aunt Karen," Angela asked, "please, keep this a secret. If any of those
bullies at school find out, Tim will be in trouble all the time. It's not
that he can't take very good care of himself and me."
"Angela, darling, I will never do anything to hurt you or any of your
friends! And I consider Tammy, or Timmy, your friend. He or she is
welcome at our house anytime."
The rest of the afternoon was a delight. Angela showed Karen all the
pictures of Tammy and his mother taken in various locations in the city.
Tammy, for her part, brought in her sewing, knitting and the doll's
clothes she made, of which she was especially proud.
Connie explained, "Tammy makes these for the children's ward at the
hospital."
It was getting late, and Connie suggested dinner at a local restaurant.
"Well, now you know. Too bad you have to keep this a secret."
"Yes," Karen said, waiting for the girls, who had gone upstairs to get
ready for the restaurant. She had already forgotten that Tammy was a boy.
"I just can't believe the change it made in him."
She watched as two delightful visions, in pink dresses, petticoats and
stockings, descended the stairs.
Karen smiled at Tammy, and remarked, "It's amazing the change in you.
Once I wouldn't come within a mile of you, now I'm going out with you,
your mother, and my niece."
Tammy remarked, smiling, "I've learned my lessons, the hard way."
Karen wanted to get in a little dig. "Now, I guess now when you're a bad
boy, your mother threatens to put you in panties, petticoats and
dresses."
Tammy and Angela giggled. Connie explained, "No, Karen, when he's bad, I
take his panties, petticoats and dresses away!"
The End.
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