We got a shitty teacher fired and ruined his life.
I went to a private international school for boys in my city. Wasn’t anything super crazy, just where the wealthy families or expat families send their kids. The whole thing is in French so a lot of the teachers are brought from Europe.
One of these teachers I’ll call him mister H. He taught French for the kids who are 13-14, so equal to USA 8th grade or UK year 9. He was such an asshole. Racist to us, mean, the whole thing. He was terrible when I had him. We would always tell the headmaster and the other admin about his behavior, but nothing would ever be done about it. In fact, he would turn it back onto us and act even worse.
The last year he was at this school he was particularly bad. I was 17 so he was not my problem anymore, but he threw my little brother out of his chair. Other kids even got it on video and nothing was done about it. I was really upset. How could someone do this to a child? He came home with a bleeding nose because of how he landed. I’ll never forget how angry I was.
Not me, but about half of the students at our school are boarders and they stay at night on the school dorms. It is not like the movies where they are trapped, once class is over they can come and go as they would like, and the ones who are 18 mostly have cars. At lunch time a lot of them will go back to their dorm and cook, and on Thursday nights they can have friends over as long as they are male and also go to this school. That Thursday, I was complaining to my friend, I will call him A, about what mister H did to my little brother, and he said that this same week, mister H had thrown an iPad at his little brother and hurt him badly. Other guys were saying similar things. We spent the whole lunch hour talking about mister H, and here we decided we were going to do something about him. A asked me if I wanted to spend the night in his dorm, and I was glad to do it, since this is the only situation where my parents let me sleep over anywhere.
That night, me, A, his twin brother I will call B, and another friend, C, were all starting to make a plan. We made a group chat with all of the guys we trust in our year, and asked them for ideas. By the end of the night, we had a whole month of things planned for mister H, and half of the top year class was in on it.
THE REVENGE
Our school building and the dorms are connected, and the door between them is unlocked in case somebody would like to grab something from their locker in the night. That night on Thursday, C got powder laxative and went to the teacher break/lunch room to see if anything belonged to mister H. Found some rice and chicken. Jackpot. He put all that was left in the laxative bottle in the container and stirred it.
On Sunday, we all tried to be where we might find mister H. When B texted the group that he just saw mister H go to lunch, we all made excuses to leave class to watch the show. At the last minute, C suggested we go clog every toilet in his wing of the school, so that’s what we did. We shoved rolls of toilet paper, school papers, whatever we had on us into the toilets. Within about half an hour, there were two functioning toilets left in the school. The bathroom lines were getting crazy long, eight or ten people each.
Another half an hour passes, and B sends us what I think is one of the best videos I have seen. Mister H was practically waddling down the hallway holding his ass and looking desperately for the bathrooms. At the end of the video, he shits himself. Loudly. And enough of it to go on the floor. He went home early this day.
On Monday, he was back like nothing happened. I had my little brother ask mister H why he wasn’t there on Sunday, and he told the class he ate something bad. He didn’t even know it was us. On this day, I waited for mister H to leave for lunch to see if he had left his car keys in his room. Stupidly, he did. I put them in my locker and texted A to let him know the plan will work and he sprinted to his room to get some fish from his dorm fridge. This was going to be for his dinner this week, but we decided this was a better purpose for it. A got the keys from my locker and put it in mister H’s car. It was at least 40c/104f this day, and school was not over for another three hours. It just happened that my last class this day had a perfect view of mister H’s car so I stayed back to watch.
I was waiting to enjoy this when my little brother called. He was crying. He told me mister H punched him and another kid in the face. I told my little brother to come to this room since everybody left, and I had something cool to show him. When he came, I told him to look through the window and wait. A few minutes later, mister H went to go unlock his car, and my brother and I got to watch him open his car and start gagging. He ran away and did not even close the door. We got a good laugh from this one, but I was so angry he hit my brother again. I knew we had to step up.
My friend D was a bit of a bad kid. Honestly I was too, but not anything like D. I actually think he is in prison now, I’m not sure. I called him that night and the exchange went a bit like:
Me: Remember mister H? Today he punched my brother and another kid in their faces. What should I do?
D: He lives two streets over from me. Just wait, I will handle it.
Me: what will you do?
Click
I was a bit worried. I had no idea what D was planning, and he wasn’t returning calls from me. I didn’t sleep that night because I thought D would kill the guy or something.
Tuesday morning came, and mister H was nowhere to be found. I really thought D beat him up or something. I went and found D, and I asked what he had done. He laughed at me for thinking he murdered someone, and he told me he just put a bunch of tacks under the tires on mister H’s car. (Looking back, this was probably his wife’s car, since he left the fish car at the school.) We did not see mister H this day.
On Wednesday, mister H was back in I think a rented car. I didn’t see it, but I heard from my brother that he went off on his students. He blamed them for the car tires and zeroed in on a kid in the back of the class. He ripped the desk part off of the chair/desk combo sort of thing and beat this kid with it. This kid had to go to the hospital, but thankfully he did not have any serious injuries. And the school admin still did nothing about mister H. A and B were pissed. When school ended, they went and found mister H, and dragged him to the school gym. They opened a small storage closet shoved him in, and shut the door and held it. They kept him in like this for an hour. Mister H tried to report this to the headmaster, but A and B are sort of golden children with the admin, and they didn’t even believe mister H.
By Thursday morning, the whole school heard about what mister H did to that kid. It was all the boarding kids talked about the whole night. Everyone was sick of mister H, but we weren’t sure how to put an end to him for good. A and B shared a room, and they invited me and D for that night. D brought alcohol, which is a rare joy since that is basically illegal in our country. We got pretty drunk, and we got the amazing idea to put a bottle or two in the drawers at his desk and have A and B’s little brother tell on him on Sunday. And that’s what they did.
Sunday came, and one of them snuck the bottles in the drawer in the desk in mister H’s room. Just like we planned, their little brother went and told the admin that it was there. They didn’t believe him at first, so I told my little brother to go say this to them too. This time they went to investigate. From what I hear, they pulled all the kids and mister H out of his classroom and went looking around and found it, and nobody saw mister H again that day or for the whole week.
I’m not totally sure what happened to mister H, but they went to talk to my brother’s class and told them that mister H will not be their teacher anymore. Nobody saw him again, and that same week there was a sign at his house saying it was for sale. Nobody ever saw him around the city either, so we think he had to go back to France.