posts 5/27/2006 12:35 am
10/18/2007 6:45 pm
The time I almost shot my teacher (and why I kind of wish I had)
|In the first 20 things you didn't know about me post, some (OK, probably all) of you wondered about the time I almost shot my 3rd/6th grade teacher.|
A little background first. My parents divorced when I was 6 years old. My Mom was working and we didn't have all that much money. You know, the family where I as the youngest always got the hand me downs from my older brother. Had the state subsidized lunches and all that.
When I got to 6th grade, I had the same homeroom teacher as I'd had in 3rd grade, Mr. Sears. He was married, and I think he had kids of his own, but tried his best to be a father figure for the kids in his class. He decided one day to take some of us boys that didn't have our fathers around out for some male bonding. He and another teacher got permission from our mothers to take us all out to a shooting range (Remember, this was in the 70's. Phoenix was much more laid back, and guns weren't a bad thing).
So one afternoon after school, we all piled into Mr. Sears' truck (with a camper shell, has significance later in the story). Thegroup included the 2 school teachers and 5 of us boys. He drove us to a shooting range on the south side of Phoenix. We piled out and the teachers began unloading weapons. These teachers were armed. I mean armed. Couple of rifles, a musket rifle, and 2 handguns.
We kids had a great old time just shooting at targets. The first rifle they gave me (forgot now what it was. Maybe a .30-.30?) weighed about as much as I did, but damn if I didn't hit the target with my first shot. After that, though, couldn't hold the damn thing up.
Had a go round with the handguns, and that was fun too. I had already fired a handgun with my own father, and both were .22s, so not too bad for an 11 year old.
Next the teachers decided to break out the musket rifle. Since I had been the best shot to that point, I was chosen to fire it first. Mr. Sears loaded it and began to hand it to me.
I can still remember him kneeling down, rifle in hand, and as he's handing it to me, I'm reaching for it. He's saying "Now LC (artistic license), be careful, this rifle has a hair" BANG! Fuckin rifle was almost pointed at his head and my finger had barely even touched the trigger. His hair ruffled as the shot went by, and let me tell you, his face went from tan to pale white to beet red in about 2 seconds.
He grabbed the rifle away and I never got to fire it again. Gotta give it to him, he didn't hold it against me, me almost killing him. For the next couple of years (and still do, even with the rest of the story) I thought he was the greatest teacher ever.
2 years later, he and his wife went to Vegas in that truck of his, and had mechanical problems when they got there. It being late at night, they found a service station and decided to park and sleep there until it opened in the morning. Story is, the owners came by at 4 or 5 in the morning, saw this unauthorized vehicle on their lot, and started pounding on the door of the camper, supposedly yelling they were going to kill whoever was in there (there's no real way to know, only 2 witnesses and both were biased).
Mr. Sears woke up, and "fearing for his life" (his words in court), he grabbed his .357 and fired some rounds through the door, killing one man instantly. The other was wounded, and began crawling back to the station, presumably to call for help. He never made it. Mr. Sears got out of the camper, walked over to him, and finished him off. If I remember right, it was because he thought the guy was reaching for a gun. Don't ask me how crawling away is reaching for a gun, which I assume the jury wondered too.
Mr. Sears was arrested, tried, and convicted of 2 counts of manslaughter (I think. I can't find any records on the net, might have been 2nd degree murder). He was sentenced to 20 years, so I'm assuming he served his time and is out by now.
So now you know how and why I almost killed my teacher. Almost wish I had, those other 2 men would still be alive. At least me shooting him would have been accidental.
I am JoJo the Circus Boy!
posts5/27/2006 1:02 am
....and with all in this and the other post you're still here to tell us about it....
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 3:51 am:|
Wait'll you see my next installment. Cheating death was a favorite pasttime for a while.
posts5/27/2006 1:04 am
Damn, there's a story. Funny how so many little things in life are interweaved.|
Not even gonna bring up the fact that the Mav's won tonite after that post.
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 3:52 am:|
You just couldn't resist, eh ger?
S'ok, all that means is the series is tied. GO SUNS!
BTW, hope you have some dresses around.
5/27/2006 1:08 am
Wow....that's some story.|
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 3:53 am:|
Wierd thing is, it was hard to write. Not like my fiction.
5/27/2006 5:06 am
Damn! That story sends chills all over me. It's strange how things happen isnt't it?|
Power To FOK
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 7:59 pm:|
Events that happen in succession kinda make you wonder sometimes.
Except for my sex life. Hasn't been much SUCCESSion there.
posts5/27/2006 6:13 am
I am glad you didn't shoot him.
His wife & kids got to have him around for another couple of years... and it is not likely that the men he shot were completely innocent. (would have to know more about the story, of course).
You'd have had to live with that for the REST OF YOUR LIFE. At 11 years old, that's a LONG time.
And you wouldn't be the same ol' loveable guy you are today.
Which all brings me to my belief that guns don't kill people, People kill people...
GUNS JUST MAKE IT A HELLUVA LOT EASIER.
I'll stop there.
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 8:02 pm:|
Here in Phoenix, we didn't have an issue with guns for a long time. Californians started moving here because we were laid back, and they screwed it all up.
Though we do have some cool concealed carry permit laws here.
posts5/27/2006 7:35 am
Wow, that was quite a story.....|
You know, when I read the part about him shooting the first guy through the door, I could think it was self defense. But, to get out and finish off the other guy who was wounded, well, that's just pretty sick.
I tell ya, everyone's got these strange but true stories- thanks for sharing.
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 8:04 pm:|
Yeah, he might have had a self-defense defense going on if he hadn't shot the other guy crawling away.
He may have been a teacher, but he might not have been all that smart.
posts5/27/2006 9:08 am
My dad used to take me shooting up where the Princess is now. I got my first bullseye with a .22 rifle at the age of 8. He used to make his own bullets, had a little room set up in the house with a thing to measure the gun power and another thing to pop the caps out of the casings. My job was to help pick up the casings out in the field and pop out the caps. He even used to make his own slugs. We'd go to the junk yard for lead pipes that he'd cut up and melt down. One time, he tipped the hot lead over by accident and it just bubbled the formica on the kitchen counter. Boy, my mom was pissed when she got home from work. |
He came home from work one night when I was 11, and after a 2 hour argument with my mom, shot himself in the head with a .38, right next to the kitchen counter with the bubbled formica. I can still hear the gun shot.
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 8:06 pm:|
You blogged about that, didn't you? I'm sorry, certain people just shouldn't have access to firearms, knives, forks..
posts5/27/2006 10:11 am
Scary thought lucky it's illegal in Malaysia to carry guns plus its hard to get a gun license though my dad does have it as he was in the police and we do one past down from generations as dad is a Gurkah(don't ask me to explain go do a google on it) But it's something we are not encouraged to have nor do i tell any guy about my dad as it always freaks them out knowin he is a gurkah |
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 8:09 pm:|
Is gurkha like army? Or militia? I googled real quick and all I saw was something about Nepal...
5/27/2006 10:15 am
jeez i cant wait to here the rest.|
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 8:10 pm:|
Awww, if you were online I'd give you a sneak preview.
Of the list. Yeah, that's what I meant...
posts5/27/2006 10:32 am
DAMN...what a story...|
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 8:12 pm:|
And crappily written too. Harder to write autobiographical stuff than I thought.
5/27/2006 11:16 am
Have you read this book called "the Five People you meet in Heaven"? - Mitch Albom.|
"All endings are just beginnings. We just don;t know it at the time.."
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 8:16 pm:|
Yet another beautiful woman from miles and nmiles away.
Haven't read that book, yet. I may end up going to the library tomorrow, so I should look it up.
5/27/2006 6:59 pm
well I knew there was something dangerous about you...
no, you don't wish you did, the guilt would have shaped you for life... and you would be far dif...
I like ya the way you are now
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/27/2006 8:19 pm:|
Dangerous? Nah, just a little reckless. Learned about gun safety that day though.
5/27/2006 9:09 pm
Do check it out and take some time to read it. It's one of those books that makes you re think and re look at life. Light content seemingly but really there's great depths on life. The story definitely, can easily be related to this personal experience of yours, and for sure more just you don't realise it at that point of time.|
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/28/2006 9:00 am:|
Is it fiction or non fiction?
5/27/2006 9:12 pm
Gurkha(s) are Nepalise (conventionally) and they are reknown fearsome and effective bodyguards / security guys. Big tough well disciplined boys noone wants to mess with. We have a few of them guarding the Istana, my old international school and embassies back in Brunei where i lived.|
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/28/2006 9:01 am:|
Great, now I'm freaked out about Smooth_Gal's dad...
5/28/2006 10:17 pm
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/29/2006 12:34 am:|
Didn't get to the library, but I'll put it on my "to do" list. *scratches out smooth_gal's name for fear of her dad*.
posts5/30/2006 6:03 pm
I'm glad you didn't shoot him Loyal... it might have changed your outlook on life and I like it how it is.|
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 6/1/2006 4:27 pm:|
Almost killing someone at that age might have given me the idea I'd always be lucky. Dammit, was I wrong.