In response to the Daily Word-prompt ‘Final‘
It was the end of the day and the final day of term and Mrs Peel was enjoying a relaxing cup of tea.
For the moment Mrs Peel was pleased to have the relative peace and quiet of the normally busy staffroom and was feeling more than a little relieved that she would not be disturbed by a child knocking on the staffroom door and requesting her assistance.
Alfred was the main culprit and Mrs Peel had lost count of the times she’d mopped up his grazed dirty knees, in fact she had once suggested to Alfred’s mother that it might be a good idea to send him to school wearing knee pads!
She cast her mind back to the start of the year when Alfred first entered her classroom. Using the register, she had called out each of the children’s names in turn, it was the easiest way to match a face to a name, though inevitably there were those who didn’t need an introduction, the ones whose reputation preceded them.
At the sound of his name Alfred’s arm shot up into the air, “Hello Alfred, how are you today?” She asked him. “I like you Mrs Peel.” Alfred replied. Mrs Peel smiled “Thank you Alfred, I like you too.” For the next few minutes this new pattern of answering the roll call was repeated by every child in the room.
The following morning Mrs Peel once again began the roll call, at first it went smoothly until she came to Alfred’s name, at which he answered “I love you Mrs Peel.” At this, Mrs Peel calmly explained that we don’t normally say I love you to teachers. “But I do love you” answered Alfred “Okay Alfred, but why not try keeping it inside your head instead of saying it out loud.” Replied Mrs Peel with a smile. Unfortunately, just like the day before, the other children in the class followed suit as each of them repeated “I love you Mrs Peel!”
After a whole week of this, Alfred became bored of declaring his love and fortunately, so did everyone else!
In January Mrs Peel celebrated her birthday and as expected Alfed had something to say about it. “How old are you Mrs Peel?” he asked. Although tempted to explain to Alfred that he shouldn’t ask that question, Mrs Peel instead answered chirpily, “Twenty one, Alfred, I’m twenty one!”
Alfred, with his head to one side looked carefully at Mrs Peel and considered her answer before replying with one of his own. “ Blooming ek Mrs Peel, my mum’s much older than you but she looks a lot blooming younger!”
Then there was the time she was helping Alfred with his typing, he lifted his fingers and stroked her hand. “What are you doing Alfred?” Mrs Peel asked him. Alfred looked at her thoughtfully, “Haven’t you got old hands!”
On another occasion Alfred asked her how to spell the word den. Mrs Peel suggested Alfred try to sound out the word. d e n, pleased with himself Alfred went off to write down the word in his book.
Later when Mrs Peel was marking the books, she began to read what Alfred had written and with a roll of her eyes made a mental note to ask for the context next time. Alfred’s sentence read… We was pleyn in the gaden and was fersty den we got a drnc!