How James Bond Almost Got Me Suspended
It is fair to say my mouth has gotten me into trouble more than once and that sometimes I deserved it. It is also fair to say my attempt to use James Bond to keep me out of trouble didn’t work out as well as I would have liked it to.
The substitute teacher that showed up in class never should have been a teacher. Without her heels she was probably 3.5 feet tall, with them she was just about four, add in the beehive hairdo and maybe she was almost 4.5 feet.
It didn’t help that she had a funny accent or that she didn’t seem to catch on the antics of a room full of 14 year-old boys and girls.
My moment with her came during her second visit to the class. She asked me my name and I said I was James Bond and that the guy on my left was Pussy Galore.
The class roared with laughter and my friend told her that his name was Pussy Galore, but she never heard it.
That was because just hearing Pussy Galore made her turn purple with rage and squeal PUSSY!!!! I don’t think it was because she was jealous of Honor Blackman either.
“You get up and go outside!”
I stood up but I didn’t move. She walked over, looked up at me and waved a finger in my face.
“Out! I said out!”
I walked out of the room and sat down on a bench. Inside the room was in an uproar, she was wandering around the room muttering “Pussy, Pussy, Pussy” and my classmates were dying.
That funny accent combined with her odd appearance and our juvenile sense of humor blended together to create a teacher’s nightmare. She had no chance, but whether she recognized it or not I cannot say.
What Came Next
Since our sub had never instructed me to do more than go outside I didn’t bother going to the office. I basked in the sun and wondered how much time was left, surely the bell would ring soon and I could grab my stuff and go to the next class.
And then I saw the vice-principal and knew walking down the hall and got nervous. We had already enjoyed several visits in his office and I was certain he wouldn’t miss out on an opportunity to ask me why I wasn’t in class.
I stood up, turned my hat backwards and walked back into the classroom.
“Who are you?”
The question took me by surprise. I couldn’t believe she didn’t recognize me.
“I asked you a question. Who are you?
“Ma’am, I am a new student. I just transferred here. I am Vinnie Barbarino.”
Yes, I was a smart ass and I gave her that response because I was sure she was going to send me to the office. Instead she told me to take a seat and explained that I would have to give my paperwork to the regular teacher when she returned to school the next day.
All Hell Breaks Loose
I sit down at my desk and there is almost complete silence. No one can believe what they are seeing.Â Just when things are settled the guy next to me says I can’t sit there because that desk belongs to James Bond.
“Yes, he is right. You can’t sit there because that is James’ chair, but we can share a seat.”
Now I am struggling not to lose it because the speaker is my friend with the feline name.
“Oh, thank you. what is your name,” I ask.
“I am Pussy Galore.”
And with that everyone loses it- it is madness inside the classroom and the poor sub throws all of us out. Yep, she tells every single student to get the hell out.
Sadly this happened within ear shot of our beloved vice principal who was forced not to return to his office to enjoy a powdered sugar donut and a cup of coffee so that he could figure out what happened to our normally quiet classroom.
I haven’t shared all of the details because some of them just wouldn’t be funny unless you had been there, but I can tell you that my buddy discovered that being nicknamed Pussy Galore wasn’t the kind of name that women found attractive.
For years he blamed me for his not being able to get a date, but I still think it is because he looked a lot like Arnold Horshack.
Tim Bonner November 12, 2012 at 12:12 pm
It reminds me of bygone school times and school boy pranks!
Thanks for bringing back some memories.
Jack November 12, 2012 at 4:41 pm
I am glad you enjoyed it. Hope you are well.
Jens P. Berget November 11, 2012 at 6:21 am
That’s an awesome story. I would have loved to be in your class. I once told my teacher that I was Rambo, but that didn’t end up being funny at all 🙂
Jack November 12, 2012 at 12:03 am
I didn’t share all the times my jokes didn’t go over well and that people didn’t find me funny. Happened more than I like to remember.
Bee November 10, 2012 at 11:53 am
Ha, nice! And that’s exactly why I chose to teach on the college level. lol
Jack November 10, 2012 at 11:34 pm
I had fun in college too. I was the guy who passed around a note that said, “why is there a footprint on the ceiling?”
That was one of my favorites.
Larks ( November 10, 2012 at 10:45 am
Awesomely hilarious. You had guts! I would always think things like that but would then chicken out and tow the line.
Jack November 10, 2012 at 11:38 pm
Yeah, I am willing to push the envelope…sometimes. 😉
Gina November 10, 2012 at 9:30 am
You get in trouble for your sassy mouth? I’m not buying it!
Jack November 10, 2012 at 11:42 pm
Sassy mouth. Been called many things, but sassy- not that one.
Brian D. Meeks November 10, 2012 at 9:14 am
I can’t say I’ve read all of your posts, but of the ones I have, this was the BEST! I was laughing at your returning to class, but then having the smarts to know it would make for a great story, you asked the name of the student next to you. Wow, that is just brilliant.
Stories are not some random occurrence, they are born of opportunity seized. Great story tellers, of which you are one, are always on the lookout for a chance to turn a good story into one that will be told decades later. I’m glad you are such a person. You made my day.
Jack November 10, 2012 at 11:44 pm
Thank you. That is very kind and I really appreciate it. A great story is invaluable and like you I am always searching for one.
Sometimes we get lucky and they fall into our lap and sometimes they…don’t.
Stacie November 10, 2012 at 5:38 am
Haha, so funny! I love how you said you’d already “enjoyed” visits to the office. That poor woman – she certainly didn’t stand a chance with the likes of you!
Jack November 10, 2012 at 11:45 pm
Some of the administrators knew me better than they or I would have liked them too. Oops.
Betsy Cross November 10, 2012 at 3:49 am
As I read I wondered what would have been the harm of her laughing? You know? Write the class off and just laugh? She must have been stressed. Teenagers are so funny. I’m not good for them ’cause I really enjoy them. But if you think about it, humor is a great connector. Right? When I teach teenagers I have a blast. They are pretty deep, too. But if you have no sense of humor, forget it.
Brings back a lot of god memories, Jack. Thanks!
Jack November 10, 2012 at 11:48 pm
This woman had no sense of humor and was exceptionally up tight. I had her in more than one class so I can’t say it is solely because she hates James Bond. 😉
She was just odd and not really built for teaching high school.
Teenagers can be a lot of fun but an enormous amount of work too. If karma is real I am going to pay dearly for the stress I caused during my teeenage years, oy.
Humor is a great way to build connections and forge relationships. It is not always easy to manage, but it can be a very effective tool.
Kianwi November 9, 2012 at 9:36 pm
I always felt bad for the subs. My elementary class was particularly difficult and I remember on more than one occasion the boys making the sub cry!
That is pretty funny that she didn’t recognize you, though. You must have had her so flustered with your dirty, dirty mouth, ha ha 🙂
Jack November 10, 2012 at 12:02 am
I once had a PE teacher threaten to paddle me because of my dirty mouth. I got into more trouble for suggesting that could lead to legal and physical issues.
Subs are brave people and I am not saying that because I was one either. It takes some hard work and a thick skin to make it work. Kids are good, but they will take advantage of you.
Julie Barrett November 9, 2012 at 5:30 pm
Class clown and then some…! Poor, poor tiny lady. With a beehive, no less – really??
Jack November 9, 2012 at 11:57 pm
I felt badly for her then and worse now. I don’t know why she became a sub, but she was just awful.
I am sure she meant well, but she went into a hard job and just got abused because she consistently provided fodder and had no training to deal with it.
Carolyn November 9, 2012 at 4:40 pm
This is a great story. I can’t believe your Vice-Principal didn’t know who Vinnie Barbarino was. Or James Bond.
That poor teacher! You were quite a handful, Jack. It’s difficult to believe that a guy like you who always plays by the rules would get in trouble that way! :-0
Jack November 9, 2012 at 11:51 pm
Those teachers are lucky I didn’t have my Galaxy Note II to assist me in creating conversation and community building.
Most of the time I was a good student, but sometimes sitting in class made me a bit squirrely and things happened.