Teachers Teachers Teachers

Ever been in a room full of people who had assaulted in the past?? Well I had this strange experience. How?? Well I was invited to the wedding reception of my school biology teacher's daughter and found loads of teachers there. I discovered that I tend to sort teachers into two categories- those who have slapped me and those who have not.
Well, I was a student who loved to live the student life to the fullest. Strangely, me and my teachers never saw eye to eye on what a full student life was. So... slap, whack, thud...
I was once slapped real hard for trying to laugh as silently as a gorilla. Not all gorillas are the extrovert types you know. Sadly, the laugh was a rather loud one and it interrupted the efforts of my Maths teacher in introducing us to the nuances of the multiplication table. The consequence of my gorilla laugh... was for all to see. A really red cheek.
Then, my hindi teacher lost it when I submitted my grammar notebook for checking very late. By late, I mean really late. I was like 6 months late. I had cut corners to finish the work and it all added up to make the teacher really angry. She called me up front and gave it to me. The class had been given a free lecture, provided nobody made any noise... meaning talk but make sure the sound does not go out of the class room. Well, you can imagine the surprise of my classmates when the cool and calm teacher called me and gave it to me real hard. For some, it was the perfect way to end a free lecture.
Then we come to the biology teacher herself. Now, teachers do not hold back a slap if the boy is in 6th or 7th standard. However, when you are talking about a 10th Std adolescent, teachers rarely resort to physical punishment. Now, I was the only guy in my class who got it from the teacher. I messed up my biology practical and teacher was not too happy. She raised her hand and I immediately went into dodge mode. I thought this would suffice but sadly for me, my teacher went into anti dodge mode and dodged my dodge.
Some had sent me outside the class. Some had insisted I complete my homework sitting on the floor outside the cabin of the headmistress while one had told me to sit on the floor of the class for the whole day. After that, I learnt that making a girl cry by repeatedly taunting her was not such a good idea after all.
Today, in the party, images kept on coming back and I found myself thankful for the fact that I had such fantastic teachers who spent so much of time trying to help me reach my potential