Last class before home time always couldn't go fast enough. Our teacher was a bit different, he wasn't old but he walked with a cane.
Sometimes kids would talk in class about things they would hear from other kids that just wanted to gossip. He didn't seem that bad but some rumors had my head turned too.
"I heard he likes matric girls." to my left.
"I heard he likes underage boys." behind me.
"He sometimes stays here in class until night, pleasing himself." in front of me.
"I don't think he has a penis, so he uses his crane." to my right.
"Have you heard his laugh."
"I heard a blacksmith broke his leg for messing with his kid." I heard this outside the class.
I tuned all of this out, as my neck started hurting.