HWRK Magazine: Issue 03 - Spring 2018
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PHANTOM<br />
HEADMASTER<br />
AFTER FOUR DECADES IN EDUCATION, WE’VE UNLEASHED<br />
THE BEAST TO SHARE SOME OF ITS FUNNIEST TRUE TALES<br />
The apple doesn’t<br />
fall far from the tree<br />
R<br />
ob Whatmore was feeling rather pleased<br />
with himself. He’d just completed his<br />
first-year teaching and was standing in the<br />
assembly hall at the end of a successful<br />
parents evening. It was 1975 and his<br />
timetable showed, out of a 40-period<br />
week, he’d taught 37 – and 34 of them<br />
were ‘third years’ (Year 9s in new money).<br />
It’d been tough, but he was content with<br />
his efforts.<br />
He was shaken out of his daydream,<br />
however, by a sudden commotion at<br />
the far end of the hall, from which two<br />
fellow members of staff were gesticulating<br />
wildly. They were waving their arms about<br />
and pointing to his nearest exit with no<br />
little degree of urgency.<br />
Rob, still not quite sure the signalling<br />
was for him, was baffled. Yet they became<br />
even more animated and pointed at a<br />
large woman who was heading straight to<br />
Rob’s part of the hall. Even his colleagues<br />
gesture of a finger drawn across the throat<br />
failed to communicate the impending<br />
danger.<br />
The ample and irate lady drew closer<br />
and only when she was 20 feet away did<br />
Rob spot his nemesis – Denise Brown<br />
– smirking in a self-satisfied way, with<br />
her head tilted slightly backwards as she<br />
trailed behind (Rob guessed) her mother.<br />
It was now too late to move.<br />
“Where’s this Mr Whatfore?” the<br />
woman asked. Nervously, Rob replied:<br />
“That’s Whatmore.” “I’ll give him<br />
Whatfore!’ Mrs Brown was a formidable<br />
looking woman who most people would<br />
stand aside for if she was pushing into<br />
a queue.<br />
“I am Mr Whatmore,” Rob offered,<br />
if now a little sheepishly. “How<br />
dare you!” she bellowed.<br />
Rob looked for<br />
help from the<br />
staff around him.<br />
Amazingly they had<br />
all become occupied and were in deep<br />
conversations or scouring the mark<br />
books diligently.<br />
“How dare I what?” he asked,<br />
catching a glimpse of young Denise<br />
still smirking behind her mum’s<br />
shoulder. “How dare you write this<br />
about my daughter?” she replied, holding<br />
a report book aloft before passing it to<br />
Rob.<br />
Rob read his summary of Denise’s<br />
year, which read: ‘Denise is probably the<br />
rudest, laziest and most<br />
disruptive pupil in the<br />
year and possesses the<br />
foulest mouth I have<br />
encountered in the<br />
school. Her manners and<br />
respect for others are nonexistent.’<br />
Rob made his decision.<br />
Failing to have enlisted<br />
any support from his<br />
colleagues he went for<br />
it. “Well Mrs Brown, any<br />
pupil who comes into my<br />
room shouting, ‘I f***ing<br />
hate maths and I’m going<br />
to knock the s***e out of<br />
Amanda Brooks. Come<br />
her you little b***h, you’re<br />
going to get the f***ing<br />
s*** knocked out of you,<br />
you f***ing t***’ has,<br />
in my book, the foulest<br />
mouth I’ve come across in a 14-year-old.<br />
On top of that, she hasn’t completed one<br />
homework and is on a report card due of<br />
her lack of work and poor behaviour.”<br />
“I haven’t seen that,” Mrs Brown<br />
“YOU FOUL<br />
MOUTHED LITTLE<br />
C***. WAIT ‘TIL I<br />
GET YOU HOME I’M<br />
GOING TO KNOCK<br />
SOME F***ING<br />
MANNERS INTO<br />
YOU, YOU LITTLE<br />
MADAM!”<br />
snapped, turning back towards Denise,<br />
whose expression had gone from<br />
smugness to one of quiet terror. “Why<br />
haven’t you shown me your card, you<br />
f***ing little b***h? Who did you get to<br />
sign it?”<br />
Before Denise could<br />
answer, Mrs Brown<br />
turned back to Rob. “She<br />
didn’t say all that did<br />
she?”<br />
“She did,” he replied.<br />
“She didn’t!” countered<br />
Mrs Brown. “Oh yes she<br />
did, and some more,”<br />
replied Rob, feeling more<br />
confident and also a little<br />
like a pantomime prince.<br />
Mrs Brown turned to<br />
Denise once more. “You<br />
foul mouthed little c***.<br />
Wait ‘til I get you home<br />
I’m going to knock some<br />
f***ing manners into<br />
you, you little madam!”<br />
Denise hung her head.<br />
Mrs Brown turned<br />
back to Rob once more,<br />
and softly offered: “I’m so sorry she’s been<br />
like that with you Mr Whatfore. Any more<br />
trouble with her, just let me know… I<br />
really don’t know where the f*** she gets<br />
it from.”<br />
72 // <strong>HWRK</strong> MAGAZINE // <strong>Spring</strong> 2017<br />
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