Not a story today, but a memory for the word regurgitate.
An old Geography teacher, and I cannot remember is name (well it is nearly forty years ago) We called him the Jolly Green Giant because he had to duck when walking through doors.
His favourite saying when we had a test was I want you to read, inwardly digest and regurgitate. It made us laugh the first time he said it, but not so funny when he said it more than once.
I had some great teachers, and not so great.
One English teacher threw a board rubber at the child who was talking in class. Why was I always sitting the row in front of him? I quickly learnt how to duck let me tell you? Another music teacher would use a ruler over the knuckles as punishment – She hit me once, for asking for a rubber, but because I didn’t cry, she never did it again.
Our deputy head was a frightening woman, with oval glasses and ginger hair. None of us wanted to be sent to her because she just had that type of face. My friend and I were laughing in class and our maths teacher (a very scary, Scottish, 6ft man) We were making up our own lines to a poem and got a fit of the giggles. I don’t think he knew how to react to a pair of giggling girls.
We were told to stop, but couldn’t. If she laughed, I laughed. We were both sent to the deputy head. My best friend went in first, and smiled at me when she walked out. When I was being told off, I tried my best not to laugh, but it was impossible.
One hundred lines later – I will not laugh at the teacher – I don’t think I ever did that again. I sit here now, and I still find it funny.
Funny what memories one word can bring.