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Match Report from Mike 'Blackcountrykid'
Another one from my Schooldays at Robert Street, Gornal.
Miss Jarvis is taking the class for an English lesson and tells the pupils,
You have one hour to write an Essay. The boys will do a story about a Football Match and the girls can do one about a
game of Netball.
Everybody starts to write, except Tommy (I will call him Tommy as the real person may still be around Gornal.) Tommy sits
there gazing into space and chewing on his pencil.
One by one the pupils finish and then seconds before the hour is up. Tommy starts writing like mad.
On the hour Miss Jarvis taps her stick and shouts stop, pencils down.
Tommy puts down his pencil, folds his arms and sits there with a look of satisfaction, that he had finished on time.
Miss Jarvis being a person not to miss a thing, had obviously been watching Tommy and called him out to the front of
the class to read his essay.
He walks out to the front, standing there as straight as he can, lifts up his writing book, takes a deep breath,
puffs out his chest and with a clear bold voice says:
'Match abandoned cus of fog.'
The class were in uproar and I am sure I saw a faint smile and glint in the eye of Miss Jarvis before she cuffed him
around the ear.
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