THE TEACHER´S SCISSORS - STORY 4 - CHAPTER 32

 As Johnny was cutting out the shape with his special left-handed scissors, the teacher was writing the longest words in the Spanish language on the board. His idea was to write the most difficult words he knew from the dictionary so his students could never learn to spell them.

Maybe his twisted idea was meant to set an example for other teachers and was frightening for the students, but the method corresponded to precarious forms of grammatical understanding. It wasn’t such a crazy idea. Anyway, the model teacher, a paradigm of the educational institution, suffered a cut from Johnny’s scissors right after he finished writing on the board. It was an accident, Johnny said, as the finger rolled across the blood-red floor. I didn’t mean to cut his finger, he replied to the teacher’s cries of pain.

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