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11-22-2003, 8:19 AM
After reading some amazing stories and viewing some mind-throttling pictures on this forum, I decided to contribute my few cents.
Story I am about to fully true to my knowledge. Since it occurred about 10 years back, I am writing this to the best of what I remember.
I remember I was in 5th grade in India, generally a very quiet and unsocial guy. It was one afternoon in my Geography class (last period) when my eyes went to rest while the teacher was calling each student, one by one, to check the day’s homework. To date I don’t know what fueled it but I fell asleep. Those who have attended Indian schools or know anything about it, that is hardly an ordinary thing and very severely looked upon(contrary of the Western culture.)
To describe my teacher, her name was Miss. Reshma, average bulk, 5 ’11 and not older than 23. From time I went to sleep, next thing I remember is being woken up by a partner of mine who sat next to me. Suddenly, I found my eyes wide open as it did not take me long to realize what I had just done: slept while the teacher called my name for the homework check. I saw the teacher approaching my desk with an evil face with a foot long wooden ruler. She took no time to come to my desk and escort me back to her desk.
Sitting on her desk, alternating between my right and left hand, Miss Reshma used her left hand to keep my palms flat while she swatted using the foot ruler ruthlessly, I cannot honestly count. It took no more than 2 or 3 swats max for the tears in my eyes to start pouring out. By the end, I was crying full blown with my whole body turned deep red.
After may be 50 whacks when Miss Reshma paused with the swatting, she placed me, on my knees with hands in the air. After I think 20-30 minutes of that, my eyes went back to sleep and I was pretty much on the ground sleeping as if at home, only this time it was in sight of an evil wicked woman! The class was dismissed at 3:30 when I felt a kick in my groin. When I woke, I to date consider it the scariest moment of my life when I found myself in utter darkness, room shut and as it turned out, in company of Miss Reshma.
The kick in the groin was enough to get me frantic as I got up. Immediately, my eyes were releasing tears like a waterfall with sounds of cries that seemed to go no where…until the second round of torture started. Suddenly, I saw random aims of a belt all around my body. I immediately got to my feet and in defense found myself moving from one inch to another to miss Miss Reshma’s aim with the belt. It was so grueling—there was not much you can do when such a lady in a compact classroom is chasing you. At one point I succumbed to her strikes with the belt and just fell on the floor. That evil woman continued without any pause as my body suffered.
It ended with my arms fractured and me being suspended (YES!) from school for 2 weeks. Now that I think of this, I realize the kind of fool I was to have given up on this chance in my early years:) But I am sure even to my current age, what I received when I was 8 or 9 would be enough to put me in the hospital today. After this incident, I did get in several other scuffles with Miss Reshma and several other teachers (don’t even get my started about my Science teacher!) So if you enjoyed this, please let me know along with any suggestions. These stories might not be as hot and spicy as some others—but these are precisely from what I experienced and not from the Hollywood.
Story I am about to fully true to my knowledge. Since it occurred about 10 years back, I am writing this to the best of what I remember.
I remember I was in 5th grade in India, generally a very quiet and unsocial guy. It was one afternoon in my Geography class (last period) when my eyes went to rest while the teacher was calling each student, one by one, to check the day’s homework. To date I don’t know what fueled it but I fell asleep. Those who have attended Indian schools or know anything about it, that is hardly an ordinary thing and very severely looked upon(contrary of the Western culture.)
To describe my teacher, her name was Miss. Reshma, average bulk, 5 ’11 and not older than 23. From time I went to sleep, next thing I remember is being woken up by a partner of mine who sat next to me. Suddenly, I found my eyes wide open as it did not take me long to realize what I had just done: slept while the teacher called my name for the homework check. I saw the teacher approaching my desk with an evil face with a foot long wooden ruler. She took no time to come to my desk and escort me back to her desk.
Sitting on her desk, alternating between my right and left hand, Miss Reshma used her left hand to keep my palms flat while she swatted using the foot ruler ruthlessly, I cannot honestly count. It took no more than 2 or 3 swats max for the tears in my eyes to start pouring out. By the end, I was crying full blown with my whole body turned deep red.
After may be 50 whacks when Miss Reshma paused with the swatting, she placed me, on my knees with hands in the air. After I think 20-30 minutes of that, my eyes went back to sleep and I was pretty much on the ground sleeping as if at home, only this time it was in sight of an evil wicked woman! The class was dismissed at 3:30 when I felt a kick in my groin. When I woke, I to date consider it the scariest moment of my life when I found myself in utter darkness, room shut and as it turned out, in company of Miss Reshma.
The kick in the groin was enough to get me frantic as I got up. Immediately, my eyes were releasing tears like a waterfall with sounds of cries that seemed to go no where…until the second round of torture started. Suddenly, I saw random aims of a belt all around my body. I immediately got to my feet and in defense found myself moving from one inch to another to miss Miss Reshma’s aim with the belt. It was so grueling—there was not much you can do when such a lady in a compact classroom is chasing you. At one point I succumbed to her strikes with the belt and just fell on the floor. That evil woman continued without any pause as my body suffered.
It ended with my arms fractured and me being suspended (YES!) from school for 2 weeks. Now that I think of this, I realize the kind of fool I was to have given up on this chance in my early years:) But I am sure even to my current age, what I received when I was 8 or 9 would be enough to put me in the hospital today. After this incident, I did get in several other scuffles with Miss Reshma and several other teachers (don’t even get my started about my Science teacher!) So if you enjoyed this, please let me know along with any suggestions. These stories might not be as hot and spicy as some others—but these are precisely from what I experienced and not from the Hollywood.