Well, over the past few days Ricky’s mom has been getting notes from his teachers on a daily basis complaining about his behavior, saying he has been cursing at his teachers, beating up on other students, and just generally causing trouble. I chuckled when I read them because I knew I was doing my job and the kid wouldn’t grow up to be some sissy fag after all, like I had worried about when I first met him. Ricky’s mom and me got into some arguments over this very issue, but I put the old Atkins charm on her and she didn’t stay mad long. Face it, with a body and face like mine, what female could stay mad at me for any extended period of time?
All this was fine and good until Friday. On Friday Ricky came home with a note saying that he was in big trouble for lying to the teachers face! Ricky was very angry, so angry that he was crying. I asked him what it was all about and he said that his teacher accused him of cheating on a test, something he said he said he didn’t do, but that he had been accused of cheating because he was white and the teacher was an Islander. The note also went on to say that Ricky would fail for the semester and have to repeat next year. I could tell Ricky was telling the truth, we learned how to tell if someone was telling the truth during our SCARS training course in the Navy so I called up the teacher and just gave her hell.
“Listen, I may have taught Ricky a few choice words and how to throw down in the schoolyard, but I would never teach the boy to lie or cheat. Frankly, I think you don’t know what the hell you are talking about missy! I also think you’re a blatant racist, I have had to deal with your type before and you make me sick! It’s a damn good thing you are several miles away right now, because if I was in the same room as you I would smack the mascara off of your fat ugly face!”
That really set the bitch off. She told me I wouldn’t dare say any of that to her face, because white boys like me are all pussies. That did it. I slammed the phone down, brought Ricky with me, got in my monster truck and peeled out of the driveway. I showed up at the school a few minutes later and stormed inside. Ricky directed me to her room and I didn’t bother to knock on the door, I just kicked it in. She saw me and her jaw dropped. Looking down, I realized in my haste I had forgotten to put a shirt on and my bulging muscles were evident for all to see, no wonder why this bitch was so scared! I instantly read her the riot act, calling her every name in the book.
I guess we were arguing very loudly, because in the middle of our conversation her husband (who was also a teacher there) snuck into the room and tried to put a chokehold on me. Of course, it was a typical Islander cowardly move. Even though he was bigger than me, he felt the need to sneak up behind me and try and choke me like other Islanders have done to me. Unfortunately for him, I had been in this situation before. By learned instinct, I delivered a reverse headbutt followed up by a reverse backfist to the groin that dropped the big goon. I leaned over and punched him in the face repeatedly with Roy Jones like speed and when I was about to launch another flurry Ricky’s teacher ran over and jumped onto me to stop the beating. She was as light as a doll and I tossed her across the room, slamming her dark face against the chalk board. I followed her to the floor, pinned her down, achieved a full mount, and put my elbow in her throat. I asked her, “now tell me, what grade did Ricky really earn in this class?” At first, she tried to fight me, but she soon realized that her puny girly strength was no match for my powerful, sculpted body. Ricky brought over a new blank report card and forced her to fill it out while I had her pinned down. I think it goes without saying that the grade was a dramatic improvement.
This also just goes to show that even if you never went to some fancy teaching college, you can still be a very effective teacher.