The trip

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Mar 10, 2010 11:43 am

One Friday afternoon, our teacher said; “OK, you guys! As you probably know, you’re going on a fieldtrip. Alas, you are going without me. You’re going with a colleague of mine and as you know a couple of parents, so you’re in safe hands.” A murmur spread throughout the classroom. The thing is we have, without the slightest shadow of a doubt, what must be THE most boring teacher in the whole UNIVERSE! I’m not kidding; he was so boring some times, he could make a whole class fall sound asleep in 30 seconds flat! But let’s be fair; he really was interesting to listen to sometimes. But those times were very few and it was very far between them. So, as you probably gather by now, spending a whole week away from school, and more importantly from him, was nothing short of a miracle. Correction, two miracles, counting the trip itself as a bonus!
“That woke you up, didn’t it?” he said jokingly. “Now, the thing is, I’ve planned something special for two of you. Do I have any volunteers? Hand up, anyone?”
We looked at each other. As no one else seemed to be willing to raise a hand, I did. To tell you the truth; I almost yanked the shoulder out of its socket, that’s how quickly I raised my hand. I was surprised to see another hand being raised almost as quickly as my. It was my best friends’ hand! “Now, why am I not surprised to see your hands up in the air?” He said with a rather endearing smile. (I think he actually fancies me! But don’t tell anyone, will you?)
“Very well, then! Come and see me after class, and I’ll tell you a bit more. OK, off you go; and remember, the bus leaves at 8am, with or without you! If you’re late, you’ll have to spend the week here in school with me!”
When the rest of the class had left, he turned to us and said; “You don’t have to bother packing. Not even underwear. Just wear warm clothes when you arrive Monday morning. If I were you, I’d wear a jogging-suit, that isn’t too new and be prepared for a week with a whole other set of experiences, than the rest of the class! When you come back, I want a well-written report on what you have been doing. Is that understood? Furthermore, I want you both here at 7:45. No excuses!” He looked at us, intently.
“Yes sir,” we both said in unison, me almost saluting him. When we left the classroom, we were both mystified. Why the sudden change? We both shrugged and went home. There was no point in trying to figure that riddle out, so we agreed, we’d best leave it at that.
From this point on, I’ve copied my written report, which I left to our teacher a few days after our return to school. I’ve even included the teachers’ remarks:

As instructed, we wore jogging-suits, when we arrived at the schools parking lot at 7:45, Monday morning. (Colours? teacher) Mine was pink with red and white stripes and my friends was light blue. “There you are! Mr. A the teacher who was to accompany us said. “Come over here and turn around.” We did and he put a belt around each of our waists. He buckled them behind our backs and walked in front of us. “Put your hands at waist level,” he instructed. When we did, I noticed that there was a D-ring fastened to the belt. “I’m going to put you in these now,” he said as he clicked pair of handcuffs on our wrists, locking each set of cuffs to the D-ring on our belt. “There,” he said. “Now you two, get onboard, and sit down in the rear of the bus! You,” he pointed at me “by the right-hand window and you,” he pointed at my friend”by the left.”
We climbed the few steps with some difficulty and made our way along the rows of seats towards the rear of the bus. When we got there, we sat down and prepared ourselves to scoot along the seat until we reached the window on either side of the bus. “Not so fast,” Mr. A said, “you forgot the second most important thing!” He held up two, rather large balls made of hard plastic. Through both of them were threaded two long leather bands. “Come on, open wide!” he said with a broad grin on his face. “Observe,” he said to me, as he pushed one of the balls into my friend’s mouth and knotted the two straps tightly behind the head. “Can you breathe all right?” the teacher asked. “Oueff,” my friend nodded with rather wide eyes.
“Now, now, that was far too noisy! We certainly can’t have that, now can we?” the teacher jokingly remarked, with a wink at me. With the a dexterity that rivalled that of the best of magicians, he produced a long strip of cloth and wound that several times around my friend’s head, knotting it off in the back, as well. When asked again, my friend only could produce the faintest of sounds and the teacher seemed pleased with the result. Now, it obviously was my turn. I soon realized that, even though the ball looked big and solid, you could quite easily get it all the way past the teeth. But, when the bands had been tied off in the back of my head, I somehow couldn’t close my mouth, no matter how hard I tried.
“I’ll let you in on a secret, shall I?” the teacher mused. “That ball actually HAVE got some give to it, you just can’t see it. Now come along! Get to your seats, before the others arrive.”
We scooted along the seats to our places, just as the others’ started to turn up. There were a few, scattered remarks along the lines of “Now, what’ve you done?”, but they abruptly died out when the substitute teacher told everybody to: “Please, shut the ... up, y’all!” We all looked at him with wide eyed amazement! He said; what?
“I know I’m not supposed to use that kind of language in school, but we’re not in school, are we? So I’ll use any kind of language I feel like. I’ll try to use proper language, but sooner or later, sumin’s gonna pop out, I bet will offend someone. That, I guarantee. I apologize beforehand, but you’re gonna have to live with it, from now on!
As for your two friends, back there. That’s what they agreed to Friday. They’re gonna be cuffed or tied up (or possibly both, I haven’t decided yet) the entire week. I will carry the keys with me at all times and if someone tries to tamper with any of the knots or locks, I will know. Then, that person will join those two for the rest of the week!
Enough of this, all ready! As they say at le Mans; ‘Driver; START YOUR ENGINE!’ ” He pretended to wave a flag and the bus started with a roar. We were on our way. It wasn’t comfortable, but at least we were wedged against the window, so we couldn’t lose our balance.
Two hours’ later, he stopped the bus on a dirt track in the middle of no-where, or so it seemed. We were told to leave all our bags, get out of the bus and start walking. Mr A took me and my friend by our elbows (for guidance he said) and we started walking. It turned out to be a short walk; just over a small hill and we were there. The house where we were going to be staying for the coming week was a timber house of a nondescript colour. Inside were two large dormitory-style rooms where the boys’ (to the right) and the girls’ (to the left). In each of the rooms were six bunk-beds. There was also a smaller room for Mr. A. When the class got to the house, the others put their bags in the dormitories.
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Re: The trip

Postby sarobah » Wed Mar 10, 2010 9:28 pm

I’m sure you understand the acronym YOMANK.
Well, YOMANK.
I love how tying up and gagging the kids is legitimate teacher behaviour, but using bad language – SHOCK! HORROR!
Words, like Nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Re: The trip

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Mar 11, 2010 12:20 am

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't get the acronym and as for bad language, I'll try to minimize it, but as he said: they're not in school, so the teacher's a bit more relaxed, I suppose, I don't know. Let's see how the whole thing progresses, shall we?
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Re: The trip

Postby sarobah » Thu Mar 11, 2010 5:58 am

YOMANK = You Owe Me a New Keyboard
(The implication being I laughed so much I spilled my coffee into the... well, I think you get it now.)
I wasn't criticizing - I think it's great :o)
~ Sarah
Words, like Nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Re: The trip

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Mar 11, 2010 6:53 am

Hallo,
think must read more that can say if like story. Is right that you tile now nothing say about gender of tow kids? You know which story I like form you. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: The trip

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Mar 14, 2010 10:45 am

2.
On the lawn was a wooden pole. Attached to the pole were two pieces of chain, roughly at waist-height. Then on Mr. A’s request, gathered around that pole and sat down on the grass. He padlocked the chains to a D-ring in our belts. When we tried to sit down, we discovered that there wasn’t enough chain to let us, so we had to remain standing. “That doesn’t look too comfortable, does it? Well don’t worry; this’ll only take a couple of minutes.” He then addressed the class and said: “Two things: 1; yes, these two are going to have their hands tied just about all week and 2; I’m going to divide you into four groups, four girls and four boys in each, and give each group a map. On each map, there are specific items I want you to get me, during the course of this week. But you can only search for these items today, Monday, and then on Wednesday and for the last time on Friday and that’s it! As you probably can tell from the maps, I’ve drawn a circle with a 200 meter (1/4 of a mile) radius. The items you are searching for are within that circle. Furthermore, I’ve divided the circle into four, so the groups don’t search the same area at the same time. Group 1 will search in the east; group 2 will search in the south and so on. One last thing; on Wednesday the group-members will be swapped and again on Friday.” Then he read out the groups for that day. My friend and I ended up in different groups. I was in group 1, searching the east, and my friend was put in group 3, searching the south. We were then released from the chain and belt; only to have our hands tied in front of us with rope. Another rope was then tied to the one around our wrists, as a sort of tether, so we could be lead around. I started grunting as loudly as I could, indicating I had something to say. Mr. A, reluctantly, took off my gag.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Please, sir,” I asked politely. “Can I use the bathroom before I go out and search?”
“Of course, you can!” he said, but to my astonishment, he didn’t release my hands, but ordered one of my teammates to take me there. “You’ll have to figure out a way to do your business that way. Well, don’t just stand there! Hurry up! The sooner you get back, the sooner you can start searching. But before you go anywhere, let me just put this back where it belongs!” Mr. A said, shoving the ball back into my mouth securing it with the strap and the strip of cloth. I did what I had to do in the bathroom, which wasn’t easy, and came out to join my anxiously waiting teammates and after having looked at the map as well as twice going over the instructions with a fine-tooth comb, off we went to find the first item of the week. It soon became clear, that having to tow me along cost the team a considerable amount of time. I made up for it, in a big way, by being the one that actually found the object. We had looked everywhere, it seemed, when I saw something sticking out of a hollow tree. I yanked the tether so hard, I almost made the one holding it on the other end to make an undignified visit to the forest-floor. When they all had gathered around us, to see what all the commotion was all about. I pointed as best I could at the object, trying to tell them what I had found, by grunting as loudly as I could. They of course, could hardly hear me, but after a while, I got the message through. The object was retrieved and it turned out to be nothing more than a piece of paper in a bottle. Nothing to get excited about there, but on the paper, I could see some words. Again I was the only one to see it at first, so I, again, had to grunt long and hard to get anyone’s attention. They decided that it would be best if we opened the bottle at the cabin.
It turned out we were the first ones to have come back, with a treasure of any kind. Mr. A took the belt I had worn before and put it back on me. Then he took the chain and attached it to the belt. But he left my hands tied in front of me. He simply took the extra rope, made a loop around the belt, passed it between my legs, made another loop and tied it off in the back. Thus, he made sure I couldn’t move my hands, as well as making a crotch-strap.
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