Simon hated school, and today was his last day at secondary school. Next week he would start his first job at the Industrial Park with an apprenticeship.
On the last day of school, the principal held an assembly. This was to call each leaving student individually to the stage in front of the whole school. He would shake their hand and wish them well. Simon was ready. He hated the principal.
Simon had a cream pie. He didn’t even try to hide it. It wasn’t a proper pie. It was simply whipped cream from a can sprayed into a silver foil dish.
The principal shook Simon’s hand. Simon turned to the audience and shouted, “This school sucks and you can all get stuffed.” He then pushed the cream pie into the principal’s face and left the stage (and the building).
Needless to say, Simon’s future at the school was no longer guaranteed!
That afternoon he got a letter from the workshop where he was to begin his apprenticeship: We seem to be missing a document. Would you mind supplying a written reference from your school?
We’ve all done it. Or maybe it only applies to Simons!
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What Simon says, we do – else we’re out of the game!
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Simon says, “Too right!”
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The trouble with Simons of this world is they go ahead and implement their fancies in the real world. I liked the twist at the end: poetic justice at its best.
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It actually happened at a school I was at! Although the language used wasn’t as tame as in the story!
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It must have been an unforgettable experience.
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!! It probably was! although it was in 1982!
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That was carrying a dream too far 🙂
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Indeed! And thank goodness I’m not young again!
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Oooops! Never burn your bridges, even when you think you’ve successfully crossed them!
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Yes, a very Oooops moment!
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