Dirty Deeds & my Brother Scott Part 2.

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One of these ladies could be Mrs. M.!

School Dazed and Confused

Mrs. M. was a nice enough lady. Very scattered brained, mellow, and a kinky black and grey river of hair ran down her shoulders all the way to her lower back. One could imagine Mrs. M. at Haight-Ashbury in 1968, running bare foot through a park on some kind of mindbending hallucination.

Being that at any moment she could experience a flash back, it only seemed fitting that she was employed as my art teacher. The colors flew across her works and she filled with glee when she saw any works of potential.

Jeff was younger than me and was actually a very smart kid from my sisters class who was moved up to be in more advanced classes. One day, Jeff called me Scott. We laughed and it was some inside joke about people and remembering names. Calling me Scott became his go to joke.

Pass the green one, Scott!

Suddenly Mrs. M. popped up and began her flighty speech.

Scott? His name is Steve, Jeff.

That is right! I corrected Jeff and added in some facts. My younger brother is Scott. I am Steve. Sometimes Scott and I switch classes you know but not today!

Mrs. M. grimaced. You are too funny Steve! Carry on!

So began the joke. Mrs. M. would come by and quip with a big smile. Who are you today? Am I speaking to Steve?

Of course! This is Steve. You can not tell? She shuffled off chuckling.

The Big Reveal!

The last day of class came and we were all saying our goodbyes. I walked up to Mrs. M. and said a few words about how much I enjoyed the class. Then…reaching down I picked up my yearbook. I began to thumb through the book until I reached the junior class.

See! This is my brother!

Mrs. M. stood in silence with a stunned look on her face.

Have a great summer Mrs. M.!

I walked for the door.

Earlier

Months earlier, the flyer went out for retakes and I once again found myself waiting in the long line.

Steve? I thought you were a senior?

Really? No sir! I am a junior! One more year to go!

Well, see you later then!

Yup! Another year and I employed the same trick to pull another gag. Thankfully for my school, my graduation meant they would no longer have to be outwitted by a teenage prankster.

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About 1stpeaksteve

The Side Wedge is a product of the journey through life of Steve Zima. Former professional surfer, writer, and Operational Management specialist; this is an eclectic collection of travel tips, surf coaching, and stories from my past. I also spotlight music that moves me and world events. Thanks for reading!
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3 Responses to Dirty Deeds & my Brother Scott Part 2.

  1. Jessica says:

    Okay… I have to admit: I’m a little confused! What exactly was your stunt?

    • 1stpeaksteve says:

      Ok…The first year we were excused from class to go to the school picture retake day for those who did not like their photo. Except we did not use our real names. We were the members of AC/DC. So I am in our yearbook twice!

      Then comes my senior year. I convince my teacher that I am either myself or my younger brother Scott (who does not exist). I tell her that we switch places in our classes. To make him exist, again I visit the retake day and voila! Now there is a Scott that looks like me…(It is me!). So the last day of class I bring the book to school and say good-bye to my teacher and show her the picture to prove that I have a brother who is identical and she about has a stroke. So I say good-bye and leave!

      Poor lady!

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