Try Mission Impossible

Back then, we didn’t have locks on the cupboards in which some of our text books and school books were kept. How times change. Now, not only are there locks, but there is some strange belief that, because the contents of a locker is the property of a student, then a school (on whose property that locker is) cannot even look into that child’s locker. The child doesn’t generally hire the locker from the school, they are in nearly every case, lent to the student for their use free of charge, while at the school. For the storing of books etc, so they do not have to carry all of them back and forth from the school each day. But now, it is believed, the students can conceal anything they like in the lockers, from  weapons to drugs and occasionally, lunches. And if a school wants to examine the contents, they are supposed to obtain permission from, A: the student, or the parent of the student. B: A court of law. This is ridiculous. If schools stood up to their rights, then students would know their lockers could be searched at any time, and such things would not be brought to school in the first place. Thereby, avoiding many of the issues some schools currently face. I personally believe it is time to remind the students who is a student, and who is in charge. It was along these lines, that I learnt a valuable lesson for life.

As mentioned yesterday, the rudeness and blatant insults from ‘E’ & ‘K’ (and their followers) had reached a head, a point of crisis. Something needed to be done. So I did it. I saw them arrive the next morning. I saw them put their daily cash into their cubby. I hung up my bag and went into class. Part way into class,  I put part A of my plan into effect. I requested permission from Mr Walsh, to go to the bathroom. (simple) Permission granted. I left the room.

The image of the match lighting the fuse, and theme music, sprang to mind. ‘Your mission Mr Dwyer, should you choose to accept it”, rang in my head. The ‘Mission Impossible’ (Peter Geller’s original series that is) had already been showing in New Zealand (just). I chose to accept. There was of course, no smoking tape machine to give me the instructions, nor was there any agency to “dis-avow all knowledge of your (my) existence should you (I) be caught”. But, I was sure my parents certainly would dis-avow all knowledge of my existence, if they found out.

But as I asked yesterday, what happened to trust? In this instance, Me! Yes, I know I have told you I understood stealing was wrong. Even before the marshmallow fish incident (see blog Tuesday 7^th November 2012). I still believe in that circumstance however, it was fair payment for what I went through. I received the physical, and mental punishment, not to forget the financial (losing the bike penalty) anyway. And, as mentioned, simply got better at hiding what I did. Usually. This time, as I put part B of my plan into action, I overlooked an important basic fact.

(Continued tomorrow)