My high school mathematics teacher used to punish those who underscored in his cats, you fail his cat (score 10 or less) and you are fined either 10 bob or 20 bob. The best student in that cat takes the fine. Mathematics is not easy, many of you can testify. He used to teach 2 classes and at times would combine, out of like 100 students be guaranteed 40 or more used to blunder....... Technically the fines were mine, and almost all students knew so, even those who kept the faith, only knew the best they can do was to score 30/30 so that I divide the spoils with them. I dont recall sharing the spoils, that simply means no one scored 30/30, but there were good students who used to always complain of doing petty errors that cost them 1 or 2 or 3 marks. Anyone who shared a class with me in high school will tell you two things, I was an unruly student, but efficiently brilliant. Teachers too would tell you the same. I did no gambling in Maths and Physics cats, it was so obvious Id score everything. That was then, when I walked around and everyone would see an engineer, and if you didnt see that then I automatically turned a goon and made you see it. Kumbe fate too had a say, it had dictated otherwise but it has killed the morale in a way.......... So about this cash, the cats used to come almost forth-nightly, had I been the one in charge id have put them weekly. So evening after the cat, id be worth at least 500 after every forthnight, and on a good forthnight 800 or 900. That add the little pocket money I used to be given weekly, plus my gambling here and there, good money for a village son trying to survive in the suburbs of Nakuru town... Lol what did I used to do with the cash? All cute girls, from all classes would tell you better. The lady at a chips joint near the school used to call me cancellor. Chips funga used to cost 20/= back then, Id buy as many as possible on a daily basis. I rarely disappointed my boys, theyd tell you about the popular joint called sunflower. Hii place ulikua unaenda na 50/= we uamki tena. And just behind our school was a guy we called mkamba who constantly put me and others in trouble, he used to cook very sweet mandazi, but the school admin had banned all students from buying mandazi there. Someone of us would hear none of that. The mkamba consumed a significant part of my cash and that of other daring guys. Its that cash that made me love my mathematics teacher, as said above I was unruly, few teachers exercised full authority on me (in fact dismissing silly people had never been an issue in my life, my class teacher used to call it excessive unfeted ego and pride, but that never used to intimidate me then) but for this one he became special, sometimes id sneak into his office and tell him to make the cat more harder lol, but hed dismiss me. Had the cash been good enough I would have shared with him so that he would even introduce the cats weekly. But they were not. Hehe aint that corruption anyway? Things as such make me nostalgic of my high school life. Id one day tell you why I never smoked but i was among the top cigar buyers in a kiosk just outside the school. I used to use all ways to survive, to impress, to seek attention and to establish myself as a kingpin. Currently am very different, a humble guy full of humility, disciplined, attention is no longer my stuff etc etc. Am sure the my then class teacher would love the Ombuna of 2014 than the one of those years..........
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 10:13:43 +0000
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