Teachers at the end of the graduation ceremony
Then there was last evening. We on the School Board were present to handout promotion certificates and shake the hands of the Eighth Grade class in front of several hundred of their friends and family members. We were in the front row so that we only had to walk about 20 feet to get to the steps up onto the little stage where we would do our duty. Directly behind me was that demon spawn child that was too young to understand that making noises in a school gymnasium is a very bad thing when everyone is attempting to hear whoever is at the microphone. This young child would not shut up. Every person in the gymnasium could hear every sound made. Meanwhile, I am choking back my desire to stand up, turn around and choke the daylights out of the fool parent who was making no attempt to silence or remove the child from the room. My fear was that in the process of redirecting my attention to doing the proper throtling of the parent............................... the concerted effort I had been making to clench my lower intestines to prevent the release of a noxious gas explosion from having baked beans for both lunch and dinner would be worse on the crowd than the yammering child.
