The principal was then coughing to break the silence and said: “look, we can all begin again, or if you want your daughter could move to another class, what do you think?” “My daughter isn’t moving anywhere,” she said, “all her friends are in this class. The teacher will deal with her in a fair manner, that is what I think.” Then she looked at me my “nutty” mum and said “And you!! try to behave, yes?” I said yes. When we went home, mum said “she is a teacher this one like I am a ballerina!” But what can I say, from then on everything was just fine at school, problem solved. When dad once asked me how come the teacher didn’t call him anymore, I just said I decided to behave.
When I was in high school, almost four decades ago, there was one teacher I did not get on with. I once distracted the class, and ever since she would pick on me, then call my dad to come and see her. It got to a point that my dad would come to a school like once a week or so. I told my dad that most of the time she was falsely accusing me, but he would always say “just try to behave.” Dad was a nice old-school man. He thought teachers were always right.