My son, Mr 11, is a calm, easygoing boy, pretty much a pacifist. So you can imagine my shock when we found out today, via a telephone call from the Vice Principal, that the apprentice was to be suspended from representing the school in AFL tomorrow because he had given the class bully a punch, resulting is what will be a honey of a shiner.
Yep, a black eye, delivered by my dearly beloved fruit of my loins, who won’t even stand on ants.
Further investigation from he who lives here and I, and the story unfolds.
‘C’ is pretty much known for being the class – OK, the whole grade 5 – bully. We are often regaled by tales of C did this, C took someone’s book, C hit me, C tripped Emily… You get the idea. And C has a small group of favourites that he likes to lay claim to victim – Mr 11 being one of those. Apparently today, in an altercation of nothing more than C taking Mr 11′s pencil, Mr 11 decided he had “Just had enough” and balled up his fist, punching him fair in the eye. Rather hard. This was during Chinese, and since the teacher is non English speaking, had no idea what what was even happening or how to intervene. So, both boys – mine, and C (who was in tears), were shepherded up to the office for a right sorting out by our very fair principals.
The outcome, R is to miss AFL tomorrow. C is to also miss out on something. (I am not sure what).
The sparky and I feel it was fair enough he was let off rather lightly. A word with both Principals and his teacher, and we know how they really feel. Seeing R’s very large strong male teacher doing a little ‘happy dance’ (out of R’s sight!) that someone stood up to the bullying, and that it was, of all people, R, was of course off the record. So was his father’s and my reactions – a private little jig that he stood up to someone after what has been a trying year of being bullied and teased. Of course, we did the whole ‘throwing the first punch is not really a good idea… standing up for yourself is a fine thing, but… using words rather than fists is a better way to sort differences…’ but off the record? Onya, mate.
I think he knows this. There’s a slight jaunt in his step tonight.
That’s my boy.