I love stories like this, probably because I’m a lazy git: That Kid by Tom Demerly
I don’t know the polite words to describe this kid so I’ll tell it like it is: This kid is fat. I’m talking 210 pounds and about 5’5”. Call it anything you like, but that is a fat kid. Thirteen years old. Add to his tub of lard physique the fact that he is pretty darn wretched looking. Bad acne, hasn’t had a decent haircut in months and dresses like he gets his clothes from a thrift shop. You know the type. It looks like he never gets outside. Spends a lot of time in the basement; ugly, dumpy fat kid.
It goes without saying that this kid can’t play sports. Gym class at Junior High is a nightmare for him. He is awful looking in shorts; a bathing suit is out of the question (the acne on his back is worse than on his face). He is always last to be picked for the team- if he is picked at all. He never scores a goal, never hits a home run, never makes a touchdown. When they have tests to see how many push-ups he can do, he really can’t even do one properly. He’s a human jelly roll with pizza flesh. Awful looking kid.
Of course you can tell where it’s going, but that doesn’t take away from it being a great piece of writing, and a great example of what a really good teacher can achieve. Unfortunately good teachers are few and far between, but sometimes you get results like this.
I was kinda lucky in that I was good enough at sports not to be laughed at, and I enjoyed them, but there’s always the group of kids for whom every lesson must be torture. Most of the time though, it’s the teachers who lead the mocking and for that they have a lot to answer for.




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A friend of mine once owned a comic shop….sad in itself.
This one kid…sigh.
He looked JUST like the kid from the Larson Far Side Cartoons.
Just like it.
His appearance used to silence whatever snappy banter was going on at the time.
I wonder what happened to him.
Back in 1982 we moved in next door to a couple and their boys, and the wife went on to be a high school teacher in later years. She would talk about her students to me (not by name) and say horrible things about them. I finally had enough one day and told her it ticked me off. She probably didnt quit, but she didn’t talk that way around me anymore. I was always the skinny girl, so I know how much it hurts to be judged. I did go to the web page link and read the article too. You are right, it was a good article about a good teacher. Sorry…I get carried away on this kind of topic.
Carry on Webduck
They say you never forget a good teacher… I can only remember 2.
Mr Walker from primary & Mr Hinton from secondary…