3276. Disciplinary Committee © Bruce Goodman 24 July 2025

Blair Bowen-Bishop wasn’t the most popular teacher at the school. He was too rough. You’d think with a name like that he’d show more class. He was on the school’s Disciplinary Committee. They would discuss what to do with students who had committed more serious misdemeanours. There was one such meeting coming up this Saturday morning. A boy had spat on the path going from the library to the chemistry lab. It was a great horrible flu-ridden hoick of phlegm. Blair Bowen-Bishop didn’t care too much for etiquette. That’s all it was; a social formality contrived by snobby people to look good. He would bring that opinion to the Disciplinary Meeting. He was half way through driving to the meeting when he needed to blow his nose. He realized there were no tissues in the car. He tried wiping his nose on his sleeve – to little avail. As soon as he arrived at the meeting he asked, “Has anyone got any tissues?” A box appeared from nowhere. The meeting began. Blair Bowen-Bishop blew his nose. He left the snot-ridden tissue on the table they were all sitting at. He blew his nose again. As the meeting progressed so did the pile of used tissues. “Being against spitting a sploogie is just another inhibiting social custom invented by snobby people for the sake of looks,” said Blair Bowen-Bishop. No one took much notice of what he said. All the others voted to admonish the student. The meeting was over. Blair Bowen-Bishop left his pile of snot-snivelled tissues on the table. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story