Once, during morning break, when all the teachers were discussing the financial plight of the school, he had implied (with stubby-index-finger-pointing) that it was my fault, and that—as a supply teacher—I was "raping the school".
Another time, when I was chatting with another teacher, and they commented that I sounded more English than Australian, Lindsay struck again:
"Yeah," he said, quickly making leave of his own conversation, "that's 'cause ees a Posh-stralian."
And he had meant it to sting.
I never quite got to the bottom of why Lindsay didn't like me, but I had an inkling: early in my "tenure", while teaching a class of year 10s, I had accidentally referred to their Head of Year as, "Mr. Lohan".
He wasn't in the room at the time, but perhaps he didn't need to be.
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Did I mention this made my day?
Yes, this made my day.
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