They didn’t untie her or take off the blindfold until she was in the principal’s office. She would later wonder just how many people she had been paraded in front of. She was shaking as they sat her down and began to untie her.
When the blindfold came off she met the disapproving faces of the head teacher and the assistant principal. “What the hell happened Mrs. Wiseman?
I have never seen anything like this before,” said Chuck Gooding the assistant principal. You will have to talk to Mr. Allen right away.
She was lead, still naked into the principal office. Mr. Allen was sitting behind his desk.
He had already been told what happened by the assistant principal. “Mrs. Wiseman, I have never see such a thing as this.
What the hell where you doing naked in front of the whole school?” My class overtook me; I’ve been having trouble all year. I’ve begged you to do something.
Even when I send my students here they are sent right back to me. How can I make them behave? Look what happened.
How can I face them? Heather sobbed, modestly trying to cover her body from Mr. Allen.
Mrs. Wiseman, You have shown today that you cannot manage a classroom. I have never seen such incompetence.
You are lucky to still have a job. If anything like this ever happens again you will not. I have never seen a teacher lose control to this point.
I have been looking into options to help you because of you previous trouble. I was going to suggest this but now I’m requiring it. You will enroll in a classroom management class out at the University three nights a week.
You will also have your lesson plans and grade book on my desk by the end of the week for inspection. I want to see if anything you are doing is up to par. Heather’s heart sank.
Her grade book and lesson plans were way behind. She had trouble managing her family and classroom. “But what about the students that assaulted me.
” “MY whole class has humiliated me.” I am naked. .
.” “That is your own fault for losing control. I have never seen a classroom like yours.
What do you want me to do? Suspend an entire class?” “They touched me.
I couldn’t stop them. Please, you have to do something.” “I’m afraid that it’s you Mrs.
Wiseman, that has to do something. If your situation does not improve you will be out of a job.” He offered Heather his coat to cover herself.
She wondered why he hadn’t done it before talking with her. She was sent home the rest of the day with a warning that her paycheck would be docked to pay for a substitute teacher for the afternoon. Heather arrived home, glad that the house was empty.
Humiliated, she sat down on her couch and began to cry. She had never felt so helpless and out of control. And she was filled with terror that she would have to face the same class tomorrow.
Heather slept little that night. She was too embarrassed to share with her husband what had happened. She held it all inside, waiting for a new day.
She feared going back, but needed her job. She kept telling herself that she was a professional and she would deal with the situation in a professional manner. The few times she drifted off to sleep she was haunted by nightmares about being tied up, naked and helpless.
She woke quickly. She got an early start that morning. She dressed herself very modestly in a long dress, hoping to avoid attention.
She arrived at school early that day so that she would not have to face anyone else. She went straight to her classroom and waited. Her first class came in at about 7:30.
Several of the boys whistled and made catcalls at her. Some of the students even made ruder comments. Heather was afraid to address them at all, not wanting to lose control again.
She began her lesson, but it was obvious that no one was going to listen to her. The students had no regard at all for her now. To make things worse ten minutes after the lesson started Mr.
Allen walked in. He sat down at the back of the room and began making notes on her performance. It was obvious that she had lost control of her classroom and she was sure he was noting that.
He stayed for the rest of the day, watching her fail again and again. Her voice was trembling and her hands shook. She knew that she was doing worse now than ever, but she didn’t know what else to do, so she kept trying.
At the end of the day Mr. Allen came up to her. “That was the most horrible display of teaching I have ever seen Mrs.
Wiseman. You will start going to your classroom management classes next week. In the meantime, I would really like to review your grades and plans so that I can offer you suggestions on what to do.
Please don’t forget to have your lesson plan and grade book on my desk by the end of the day tomorrow.” Heather’s heart sank. With everything else yesterday and today she had forgotten.
She was hopelessly behind with both book and it would take her the rest of the afternoon to get something ready to show him. She quickly saw Mr. Allen out and rushed back to her desk to begin.
To her dismay her grade book was gone. She began to frantically search for it, pulling out papers and files. Throwing aside documents on her desk.
She didn’t notice her classroom door open again. “Is this what you are looking for Mrs. Wiseman?
” She looked up to see Donnie, her main tormenter from yesterday standing in front of her, holding her grade book in his hands. “Give that to me right now!” she screamed.
“I was looking though this and I noticed that you have not written down any grades since midterm.” “Donnie,” she said, “I really need that back.” “You don’t need to cause any more trouble.
” “I really think that I should show this to the office. You should be keeping better records. I heard Mr.
Allen ask you to turn it in tomorrow. Maybe we need to go over and show him now.” Heather’s bottom lip began to tremble.
“Please Donnie, I’ve got the tests from your class in the file cabinet. I just need to transfer the scores into the grade book. It’s probably going to take all night.
Give it back so that I can get started.” “If you want the book, you’re going to have to earn it,” he said. “I’ll give it back to you, but we’ll have some fun first.
” He then told her to meet him in an abandon farmhouse two blocks away from the school. She was to walk from the school to the farmhouse. She must not take her car.
If she didn’t come or she drove her car then the book would be burned and she would not have anything to show Mr. Allen. Donnie walked out of the room laughing.
Heather put her head on her desk and began to cry. Heather left the school right at three, as soon as the teachers were allowed to. She began to walk down the street on foot.
How could I have let this happen? What are they going to do to me? Is my job really worth this?
Then she thought about how much trouble her husband was having finding work and how if she lost her job she would not be able to provide for her beloved child. She also thought about how horrible and sickening it had been being blindfolded and tied up, naked in front of the whole school. And how much worse this would be.