Teaching Mr. Bristle: Part Five
It was early in the morning; Cody, Garfy, and Brick were
all standing by the tree where they had first met Malara.
Brick yawned and opened one eye. "What happened
last night?" he asked. "When I woke up, both of you had left."
"Oh, you won't believe what we did last night..."
"So here's what happened," Cody said, cutting
his friend off, "Garfy and I had to go to Malara's house because she forgot
"Sounds extremely exciting," Brick commented,
half closing the eye he had opened.
"But there was a twist!" Garfy declared. "Mr.
Bristle was there."
"Because of those lessons she was giving or whatever,"
Cody explained. "We were about to leave when Malara was like, 'You two would
be perfect for my simulation!'"
"Uh huh." Brick completely closed his eye, and
Garfy laughed and tapped the Techo to keep him
awake. "Don't listen to Cody, he has the worst storytelling skills in the world."
He cleared his throat. "Alright, so there was that simulation thing. Cody and
I had to act bad like we do in class, and Mr. Bristle had to tell us to stop.
At first he was, like, horrible, but then he suddenly shouted really
loud! It was the most unexpected thing ever."
"So anyway," Cody continued, "we've decided Mr.
Bristle isn't that bad after all, because we actually had a pretty good time.
That mean principal is coming to monitor our class today, and if Mr. Bristle
doesn't teach well enough then he'll get fired! Normally I'd be okay with that,
but he seems like a teacher we could get along with in time. Which is why, today,
we need to be good students."
Brick snorted. "Okay then. Sounds like you guys
had a blast. But sure, if you guys think the teacher is potentially cool
then I'll try to stay awake today." He smiled.
"Thanks, Brick!" Malara said, jumping into the
"Ahhh! Where did you come from?" Cody asked.
"I've been here for about five minutes. You guys
were really busy telling Brick that story, so I thought I'd wait a few minutes
before I popped in." The Elephante giggled.
"Yeah, um, whatever," Garfy prompted. "Let's
get to class."
Five minutes later, all of Mr. Bristle's students
were quietly sitting at their desks, grinning. Malara had spread the word to
all of her classmates to be especially good. She had explained to them Mr. Bristle's
side of the story, how much of a struggle it was for him to try and teach, how
he was willing to have fun with the class if they would cooperate, and how Mr.
Shay was planning to fire him. Surprisingly, she got through to the students
and everyone agreed to be civilized in class. Or it could have been the fact
that since Cody, Garfy, and Brick were going to be good, they decided to jump
on the bandwagon too and annoy Mr. Shay instead, for a change.
Mr. Bristle stood up and grabbed a pile of worksheets
from his wonderfully organized desk. "Today, we're going to start writing scripts
as a homeroom project," he announced. "Every morning we're going to work on,
um, we're going to work a bit on writing plays. At the end of the year, perhaps,
we could perform them!" He began to pass the worksheets out to the students.
Malara knew the teacher was trying his best to be a good public speaker. "These
worksheets are here to help you all develop a plot, characters, and all that
Mr. Shay had brought an abnormally large desk
into the room. He was slouching in his chair, watching the class nervously.
Why is this class going so well? he asked himself.
The students all cast each other sly grins. They
saw how Mr. Shay was getting upset by their good behavior, since they all knew
he wanted to fire Mr. Bristle. But no one was going to give the principal
a reason to.
"All right, so, go ahead and fill those worksheets
out," Mr. Bristle said happily to the class. His eyes met up with Cody's for
a moment and they both chuckled.
The class turned out to be quite peaceful, much
to Mr. Shay's discontent. The students all talked with room level voices to
each other, but the noise never rose too loud. Mr. Bristle circled the room,
taking brief glances at all of the plots and characters his students were beginning
to create. Everything went all too well; before anyone had even realized the
class was nearly over, the bell rang.
"You so kept your job!" Malara said to
Mr. Bristle as she exited the classroom. As soon as all of the students had
left, Mr. Bristle shut the door of the classroom and turned to Mr. Shay, who
had been grumpily silent for the majority of the class.
Cody, Garfy, Brick, and Malara stayed back and
peered through the door's window. "We don't really even need to worry," Garfy
said. "Mr. Shay no longer has any reasons to fire him-"
Before the Wocky could finish his sentence, the
group achieved a dead silence as they watched the conversation between the principal
and their teacher. They couldn't quite tell what was being said, but judging
by the enraged expression on Mr. Bristle's face, they knew something was wrong.
Ten minutes later, Mr. Shay walked out of the
classroom with a smug expression on his face. He turned to the four students,
and spat, "Ahem. Get to class."
"Whatever you say," Cody replied with a sneer.
As soon as the Bori was out of sight, the group rushed back into Mr. Bristle's
room to find out what exactly had happened.
"Mr. Bristle! What's going on?!" Malara asked.
The Gelert was a wreck. On the verge of tears,
he said softly, "I'm getting fired. After next week, I won't be teaching here
"But...why?" Garfy asked, surprised.
"Apparently, the lesson plans I've set up for
our class don't follow Mr. Shay's new curriculum well enough. In this new curriculum
of his, the script writing techniques section has been removed completely. That
was the main focus of all of my lesson plans for the next few months!" he explained
in an angry tone.
Brick frowned, and spoke up for once, "So he's
basically created a new curriculum like that just to have a reason to fire you!"
"Exactly," Malara said. "Mr. Bristle... I really
don't know what to say. He's pinned you down to the ground and I can't see a
way for you to get back up. I'm really, really sorry. I thought that maybe,
just maybe, he would've stopped holding that grudge against you if you got a
little better at teaching."
"Don't be sorry," Mr. Bristle replied, smiling
faintly. "Those few classes you gave me really helped... Who knows? Maybe I'll
find some other job as a substitute teacher somewhere."
"But you shouldn't have to, Mr. Bristle!
You deserve this job just as much as any other teacher in this school does.
Just because you've reached rock bottom doesn't mean it's not worth a try to
climb back up the mountain. I can't see it now, but somehow, I just know there's
a way for you to convince Mr. Shay to let you keep this job..." Malara trailed
"Malara, there just isn't a way. The guy hates
me, and I admit that I'm not too fond of him. He's found a way to flawlessly
fire me. There's no way around it."
All five of them stood silently in the room,
feeling defeated. "Well," Cody said with a sigh, "see you tomorrow, Mr. Bristle."
"Yeah. Hurry up you four, the late bell already
rang about five minutes ago. Sorry for keeping all of you in."
Garfy walked glumly out of the room, and he was
soon followed by his three friends. Heading towards their next classes, none
of them spoke a word.
As Malara walked into the cafeteria, all of Mr.
Bristle's students immediately rushed up to her. "What happened with Mr. Bristle
and Mr. Shay? Mr. Bristle didn't get fired, did he?" a red Pteri asked.
Malara choked on her words, as if she had a Greeble
in her throat. "Mr. Bristle...he's been fired."
All of the students, who had been there to watch
the conversation, gasped. "But why? It doesn't make any sense! We actually had
a good class today," the red Pteri said in shock.
"I know, I know... Mr. Shay is getting him fired
for the worst reason ever." The Elephante sighed. "Mr. Bristle's original lesson
plan for our class, which is what the teacher must use to teach every
single day, was practically thrown in the garbage can. According to Mr. Shay's
new curriculum, we the students should not be learning about script writing
at all, which was the main topic of Mr. Bristle's lesson plan."
All of the students slumped, feeling terrible
for their teacher. If they had only been good students earlier on...perhaps
he wouldn't have been fired. "So Mr. Shay really only created that curriculum
so he could have an excuse to fire Mr. Bristle! What a jerk!" many of the classmates
Cody, Brick, and Garfy walked slowly through
the doors, seeing their melancholy classmates right away. "Do they know?" Garfy
"Yeah. I told them," Malara answered.
"So...when is Mr. Bristle leaving?" the red Pteri
asked the three pets who had just entered the cafeteria.
Malara answered instead. "He's leaving in a week,"
she said softly.
To be continued...