Sunday, June 19, 2011
MATH: The Ruler Rules
He used that ruler as a pointer, and that was its primary function until one day when I detonated him. I don't recall what I did, whether it was a wisecrack I made or a paper that I threw or a conversation I was having with someone else. Suddenly, he darted down the aisle, grabbed my right arm, told me to open my hand and commenced beating the hand with the ruler. By the time he finished the 50 whacks he administered, my hand was red and a little swollen. The pain was real, but bearable.
Mr. Ferretti turned and walked up the aisle. By the time he got to the front seat, I said, "Mr. Ferretti!"
He immediately stopped, turned and said, "Now what?" His face was beet red.
Holding out my left hand, I said, "Would you like to try the other hand?"
The poor guy charged down the aisle, grabbed my left hand and began to beat the by jeepers out of it. It took a while before I could fold my fingers again.
Phil Temple was a witness to that incident. In the hallway after class he gave that Phil Temple smile and said, "What was that all about?" I didn't know then, and I don't know now. It was just another day of adventure at old Strong Vincent.