My room in the Sem was number 11.
One day, out of sheer boredom as I waited for my next group to enter the room, I climbed on my desk and pulled myself up on to the steel beams that ran overhead along the ceiling. Clinging on with my arms and legs I stayed up there as the first few kids came in. No one noticed me. More arrived until, eventually, the class was almost full. They took their seats and ducked into their bags for books and copybooks, as kids do, before coming up for air, back down then maybe for the pencil case before burrowing in that for their best pen or pencil. Whatever they were at, no one noticed me clinging to the beam like a bat. Thinking I was out of the room, a din of noise erupted before I dropped to the floor.
‘Open your books, guys, let’s go, time for class,’ letting on like it’s the most normal thing in the world to drop from the ceiling. The look on the boys’ faces was priceless. ‘Jeeeeeeesus, he just came down from the ceeeeeeilin’ . . .’ That got their attention…….. see more at :- http://www.irishexaminer.com/sport/gaa/football/paul-galvin-in-his-own-words-hard-knock-life–the-duster-debacle-294068.html
