My 4P of 1981 was bad...baaaaaaaad. Mikey tried everything. Our then form master confided to us that his bedroom performance had dropped notches on account of us....them. The last straw came when some of the lads placed the blackboard, that used to slide up and down, to its lowet point. When the teacher came in she pulled up the blackboard and came face to face with Playmate Jan 81 centrefold. Well we got reported and Mikey was furious. When he came in you could have heard a cigarette drop (yeah we were bad). He roughed up a few of the recalcitrants and the quiet ones too. No one spoke. The next morning at assembly he said our class was under a state of emergency. No one was to talk to us. Every morning for a month we had to leave the auditorium last. Those who ventured to communicate with us in the first few days got detention. In our class there were a few footballers who entered Pres late. One was a 100m specialist being dubbed the next Hasely Crawford. He was also a speedy forward with an eye for goals. He was also in 4P. In a big match at Skinner Park he broke both his legs in a horrendous tackle. We visited him everyday. We all saved up and when he came back, although none of us dreamed of having one, we bought him a gold college ring. The following year at Graduation Mikey singled out our class for our spirit of camraderie. Damn I real feeling this one. Thanks again to all the brothers for dropping in during the week and massive props to all the old boys working behind the scenes to give this man we all loved the send off he deserves.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 20:55:47 +0000
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