Nov 08 2009
Mrs. Jackson (part 2)
When my little brother entered into Fifth grade he also got Mrs. Jackson for his teacher. I knew he was going to go through hell in her class. She had made Fifth grade a nightmare for me and I didn’t think she had mellowed any during the few years since I had left her class. Sure enough she started right in on him the very first day. She mocked his answers in class and his clothes. She teased and taunted him about his hair touching his shirt collar. She even told him to tell our Mother to cut his hair. When he came home and told Mama that she had to cut his hair Mama hit the roof. I remember her standing in the kitchen with a look on her face that made me tremble. Mama calmly told Barry that she would talk to Mrs. Jackson.
The next day Mama walked into Mrs. Jackson’s classroom and in front of the kids told the woman off. She told Mrs. Jackson that she was going to leave her son in peace or she would be back. She also told her that her son was not getting a hair cut until she wanted him to have one even if his hair got so long it touched his ass. Mrs. Jackson wisely stayed quite while Mama told her how life would be from then on. True to her word my brother did not get a hair cut that entire school year. Mama joined the PTA so she could keep a close eye on Mrs. Jackson. She didn’t have to worry though; Mrs. Jackson had seen the light and changed her ways. Some people just had to learn the hard way that you didn’t mess with Mama.
