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The Principal's Undress | ||||||||||||||||
[This poem was written in the late 1970s in response to the local situation at a school where I was teaching, and will not be fully understood by anyone who was not also teaching there at that time. So what is it doing on the Internet? Good question!] | ||||||||||||||||
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One Tuesday morning No different from any other Tuesday morning The PA system mumbled a sudden announcement Half-heard through the din and the chatter of restless classrooms Requesting all teachers to meet (briefly) in the staffroom At the beginning of morning recess. Teachers continued to write their chalky truths On the cluttered blackboards of the students' minds And did not notice the slight tremble in the voice of the loudspeaker Or the drops of blood oozing from the graffiti on the back wall. At morning recess Coffee cups clasped gratefully in chalk-stained hands The teachers waited for the words to flow: Complaints from the cleaners? Papers in classrooms? Chairs not on tables? Kids left on their own Through lateness of staff? Kids let out early? Reluctance of teachers to answer the phone? When, without warning, The principal leapt With a single bound Onto a central table Raised his eyes and arms to the heavens Announced that the revolution was at hand And began to remove his clothing. Some of the more astute members of staff Becoming aware that this was no ordinary principal's address Began to question his aims and objectives Examine his underlying structures And ask him to define his terms. Contemptuously kicking off his shoes The principal replied "I spit on you aims and objectives And all four of your terms. Locked in my office day after day I have sat weeping for this school I have cried tears of blood on departmental documents. Locked in my office I have felt deeply for these our children Locked in their classrooms. I have known How they have suffered. Tied down by timetables Dragged into desks Blinded by blackboards And tortured by texts. Hammered by History Ground down by Grammar Strangled by streaming And mangled by Maths Pushed in and out of classrooms by bells. This day we will strip all students of their uniforms And burn all class sets. Classrooms will be out of bounds. Cigarette smoking will be compulsory, Except in the toilets. Free beer will be supplied by the canteen. Teachers will be expected to share their marijuana with their students And, in return, Year 11 girls will provide individual tuition in Human Relations To all members of staff." Interrupting his speech to perform a frenzied dance Scattering cups and ashtrays across the room The principal was joined by the senior mistress And together they performed certain acts Hitherto attributed to them only on the back desks of the art room. "These decisions have been made," continued the principal, His voice breathless now Due to the unaccustomed dancing And the continuing administration of the senior mistress, "In full consultation with the Curriculum Committee, Who have spent long hours with me after school Working out the finer details And knocking off a few six-packs. The school is to be divided into three sub-schools, One to put into practice the theories of Wilhelm Reich, One to fully develop the latent sadistic tendencies of its students, And the other to teach students the fine art of constructing papier-mache dinosaurs. Students will be allotted to their respective schools on sound astrological principles And will be expected to write reports on their teachers On the walls of the library and science blocks. Any teachers who object to my proposals may now raise their right hands. They will then be taken outside and shot. A general assembly will be called this afternoon To announce these curriculum changes to the students." Amidst wild cheers and stamping of feet, Some of it sincere, The principal descended from the table Performed a handstand And skipped, naked, to his office Littered with teachers' Gazettes and Green Forms Which he was using to build a fleet of paper aeroplanes. However The general assembly did not take place. One of the canteen ladies Coming to collect the staff lunch bags Witnessed the principal's remarkable performance And promptly informed the school council. The entire administration was arrested and never heard from again. Most of the students were unaware of the whole incident Except those who noticed a brief report in the Truth And the curriculum remained basically unchanged. Perhaps it's just as well. |
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