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The Secret Life of a Village School: Lessons in Love, Fireworks, and Accidental Revenge
Every classroom has its own universe of strange rules, secret loves, and absolute chaos. This is a story about that universe, ruled by a boy who dreamed of marriage, a girl with a cake-scented eraser, and the unforgettable day Math Teacher got stripped bare by a powerful firecracker.
The Eraser of Destiny
The class topper was Matilda. That means she was number one on all the tests. Matilda’s eraser piece was special-it had the most beautiful cake scent. And she never shared.
Then there was Ashton. Since he couldn’t get a piece of the cake-eraser, he would just lick his finger and rub saliva on his book. Naturally, some of his letters would write themselves onto the next page. For every hole in his book, Ashton got a beating. It was useless buying him new erasers; he just stuffed the piece in his pocket, which-like all his trousers-had holes.
Ashton had a grand plan: He swore he would marry Matilda one day. Why? To get her eraser. He promised he would share the eraser with me once it was his. Since I couldn’t think of any other way to get a sniff of that cake-scented rubber-stealing was out, as Matilda could literally sniff out a thief-I agreed to Ashton’s proposal.
The Man Who Fell for a Hindi Song
The only problem was Matilda’s father, Mr. Vernon. He absolutely hated Ashton. That’s because he thought Ashton was responsible for him falling into the village creek.
In our village, there’s a single log that crosses the creek. The handrail was a bamboo pole tied between two tree forks. In the evenings, the village drinkers, fueled by local spirits, would hang onto that pole to cross in the dark.
Ashton and I often borrowed that pole to pick thorny fruit from a tree a little way down the creek.
That particular evening, we were busy picking fruit when Mr. Vernon came toward the log, singing a Hindi song:
“Dēkhā…hē…pahēlī…bār… Disty…didin…disty didin…”
We knew the poor man couldn’t cross without the handrail. So, with the noble intention of saving him, we grabbed the pole and ran.
We were too late. Mr. Vernon was already stepping onto the log. “Abujakē ā…” he grumbled, leaning into empty air, and then, “Ah…” he cried as he splashed into the creek. We heard “Yāmerē…” was the last part of the song from the water.
Before he fell, Mr. Vernon had seen Ashton holding the bamboo pole. Unfortunately, he hadn’t done enough good deeds to see me holding the other end.
The Day Nobody Went Running
Matilda’s mother was Mrs. Carmen. Some people secretly called her Nobody. That nickname started the day Mr. Abel hung himself.
In the early morning, the whole village was gathered there. The Police Car drove up and stopped right in front of Mrs. Carmen.
The Officer-in-Charge got out and asked Mrs. Carmen, “Where is the body?”
“Hee-hee,” giggled Mrs. Carmen, covering her chest with both hands, and she ran home.
We were amazed that the officer knew she didn’t have a body! We assumed he was so good at solving crimes that he could just see things like that immediately. Our Math Teacher finally showed up and directed the officer to the actual scene.
The Naked Professor and the Firecracker
Our Math Teacher is Mr. Daniels. His eternal enemies are Ashton and I. Why? Because he says we stripped him naked in front of the lady teachers.
It happened after the school holidays. Ashton had brought a triangular firecracker (a very powerful kind). We took it to the edge of the schoolyard, aiming to throw it over the roof of the toilets below so it wouldn’t be traced back to us.
I lit the fuse while Ashton held the cracker.
Unbeknownst to us, the entire group of lady teachers, who always used the toilets together, had just arrived there.
Ashton panicked and threw the lit cracker. It landed squarely on the toilet roof and went BOOM!
Out popped Math Teacher, with his trousers down to his ankles!
The lady teachers screamed and ran. Ashton and I ran too. Math Teacher didn’t run anywhere, but he did shout a continuous string of curse words.
The principal couldn’t handle the case. The teachers wouldn’t show up when Sir was there; Sir wouldn’t show up when the teachers were there. Ashton and I were the only ones always present, kneeling in the office.
The principal didn’t hit us. But our father came and beat both of us. Then Ashton’s father came and beat both of us. Math Teacher waited until the principal went to the toilet, and he came and beat us too.
It must have been our supreme luck that school was dismissed before the group of lady teachers could get their chance to beat us.
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