MALCOLM CROSBIE REPORT RESPONSE

Lies keep having an effect for many, many years.

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Thanks to Albury Hospital Emergency.

Last Monday I had a persistent pain near my right kidney after vomiting up my pie twice so I needed help.

I went to Albury Hospital Emergency.

You found my blood pressure was 183.

I had been to you a few years back and had 197 after reading a fallacious report by a school superintendent over 30 years ago.

Because I have been putting my history with similar upsets on one of my websites I opined it might be a similar problem.

I did not think of the Maxwell life Tuesday and Wednesday.

Thursday I had my doctor's nurse check BP and it was 126.

Tell the Monday doctors I am OK please.

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RESPONSE TO REPORT OF HIS VISIT BY MAL CROSBIE.

BY MAX PARTINGTON.

Comments refer to report as numbered:

1. Mr Crosbie could have also looked at the units currently being taught in lower school, 8321 and 8364, and my year 11 physics files, which are the most complete.

2. The lesson observed was of this type. It was the end of term, the whole exercise offended me, I was suffering from 4 months of harrassment.

The class of year 8 students was of low ability and had been given a large number of completion type worksheets I had produced using the science text material on disk which I had organized the production of and sale to other schools while at Armadale SHS. Mr Crosbie would have seen an unusually large number of worksheets because it was possible to produce a large number using the computer based materials at hand. The aim of the exercise worksheets is to provide a large amount of revision material for a weak class.

The students also participate in experimental work, which would have been easily ascertained by Mr Crosbie if he had asked me, or asked the laboratory assistant, or asked other teachers, or looked in the filing cabinet where I also keep teaching materials.

The students also see teacher demonstrations, take notes and do questions, and answer teacher directed questions. I cannot understand how assertions to the contrary can have been regarded as a credible possibility by Mr Crosbie.

3. I pointed out to Mr Crosbie that I had tried using detailed lesson plans while teaching only physics at a previous school and while it reduced preparation, it also resulted in absolute boredom, with the lessons being the same in the third year as they were in the first. Subsequently I dispensed with the idea and preferred to maintain copious amounts of resource materials which I can use to produce lessons. I think that a large factor in teacher "burn out" is boredom with the job, and I think that promoting detailed lesson plans for experienced teachers is promoting boredom, and hence teacher "burn out". I am not interested in promotion past senior teacher, and as I will be in the classroom for another 18 years, I am concerned with not being bored. I have been in the classroom for 25 years and have avoided boredom, so I think my thoughts should be treated as those of a concerned professional, rather than being tossed aside and my methods related to a first year out teacher, which is the level Mr Crosbies comments relate to, rather than someone who has taught 25 years.

Mr Crosbies comments give no credit for having been in the classroom for 25 years.

4. This is completely false, as I have hundreds available on disk for any teacher who feels they need them. They are for a number of the lower school units as well as year 11 physics. I had offered these to the first year out teacher who shares my office prior to receiving a copy of Mr Crosbies letter.

5. At Armadale SHS I only had double periods.

6. This is false.

7. I was in bad shape after 4 months of harrassment and should have been on sick leave.

8. My children have pages in their books showing spelling mistakes that have been ticked by the teacher. I think more poorly of that teacher than if the page was blank.

9. This class contains the better students.

10. There is always discussion of the material.

The students text is basically a set of notes as these texts were written for the courses. There are chapter summaries as well. In chemistry the students have to do chapter summaries in my class as part of the required work. In physics the problems book has sections before each set of problems which the students are asked to copy.

Copying such notes can be done in their own time so that class time can be better spent on the students doing problems, questions, or having the material explained.

11. Completely unwarranted comment.

MAXWELL PARTINGTON,

SENIOR TEACHER(SCIENCE),

SOUTH FREMANTLE SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL.

5/9/1990.

When the cat died

 

When the cat died I was heart-broken. My son had driven the car over it while it lay in the garage, assuming it would have the sense to shift; but it was on the old side and obviously thought he would wait. This was the third upset in as many weeks. The first was when my wife left. That made me unhappy but with the help of the three children I could cope. It wasn't convenient that she should leave. I held down two jobs to try and get the house paid off and have enough to support the family. I was working eighty-four hours each week. One job hadn't been enough. At that stage my wife had controlled the money and there was never any. I had my pay put into a joint account and she paid the bills from it. I was lucky to have five dollars in my pocket. Consequently I got a loan and bought a business. Doing the two jobs meant I had no free time. People who say they work more than eighty four hours a week aren't telling the truth, or they are including in the work time things like eating time. Letting her control the money stopped when the Credit Society the account was with crashed and was taken over by a bank. They inadvertently told me of an account we had with thirty five thousand dollars in it. A lot of money at that time. She was not trying to pay off the house; she was just stashing it away for herself. I didn't bring it up with her. When I tried getting details off the bank they realised they shouldn't have told me and wouldn't tell me anything. She was a practiced liar. It would have been a waste of time trying to get information from her.

Anyway, she left, and I talked to the children about how we could cope, only to be told by the younger two that they were leaving that afternoon to join their mother. So much for working your guts out for your family. That hurt a lot. I knew she, the wife, was basically unbalanced so her leaving I could handle. She had waited until I had again shown an interest in conjugal rights. For the previous eighteen months a teenaged, slim, desirable female student had been my sexual partner. My wife was fat. She had grown bigger and bigger and wasn't interested in becoming less of a barrel. The last time I had sex with her had been after I had started seeing the girl and I couldn't finish. I kept worrying about falling off my wife's rotund shape.

The girl got pregnant by choice; she wasn't too sensible either, and wasn't having anything to do with me most of the time. She lived at home. In the morning I had touched my leg on my wife. She moved away. The next day she was gone. No point leaving unless you are wanted.

Maxwell 1989 to 1991

 

A comment from Andy One on Maxwell 01 in 4587.

Zero support

Our response to the teacher having lies told about his actions by one of his fifteen year old students is how could she be so evil.

Then there was the result of her lies. He lost his job and hence his house because his income was drastically reduced.

Worse was the complete and absolute lack of support for him from society and the belief by one and all in the girls lies.

His story has lasted these thousands of years because he had to contend with the repercussions of the lies of his student but worse than that was that everyone believed that he was capable of conducting himself in such a manner.

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She said she wanted me to be her teacher the next year. I was her Chemistry teacher. I said “Good”. Great to be appreciated for your teaching.

I had tried to make their class interesting and relevant. We had been to the University of Western Australia for a talk on Chemistry aimed at keeping them interested in the area, and another talk was coming up at Murdoch University. The universities wanted to keep customers coming for their courses. A car load had been with me to the first one but they had to arrange their own transport to the second as my son was using the car; I was getting there in my milk truck. I’ll tell you more about having a milk truck later.

She wasn’t coming to Murdoch so it was a surprise when her mother showed up with her and her sister after I had got there and was gathering the group. Mum wanted me to drop them home. I said “OK” but I don’t think she knew I lived just around the corner from the Uni. She was probably thinking I lived at the apartment I had near her place.

About the apartment. I had bought it while my wife was still living with me. It was for me and my girlfriend. Girlfriend was thirty years younger than me. She was seventeen. I was forty seven. Bad teacher, you are thinking. But I just took her up on her invitation. And it was all legal. I had phoned the Education Department that I worked for three times to make sure. The result of it not being legal would have been jail and job loss. I was not that interested in bonking her. The start of the sex was an indication of that.

We were in my Ford Falcon going up Roe Street in Perth. On our way to the Art Gallery. She had kept coming back to school after finishing her exams and I was working eighty four hours a week and extremely deprived socially. I had asked my wife to do something about it. This was the third time that year that I had asked her. The other two times all she had done was get Dennis and his wife to come over for a coffee.

This time she was not interested in even making the phone call.

And there was Heather. She liked art. I knew this because she had been my most interested Physics student. And she was tall and slim. My wife was not short but she had taken to building up her physique to resemble a wine barrel. She was fat. Soon after this was the last time I had sex with her. Or attempted it anyway. I gave up. I kept thinking I was about to roll off.

So I asked Heather to come to the Art Gallery with me. I had been in the habit of occasional visits to see what purported to be art in this day and age. The old stuff I could see that the artist was an artist but the new stuff they were in the same mould as me as an artist, which was useless. That was why I took up photography.

Anyway Heather and I were driving up Roe Street. She seventeen, slim, tall, and did I mention, busty. In class she would get me to assist her with the occasional Physics problem. Now this was a problem because when her breasts touched my arm as they tended to do my manhood would respond like the gold leaf on a charged electroscope. Suddenly erect. This was not normally a problem as I could wait until it subsided before I went to help another student but one day it was ramrod straight when the end of period bell went. Damn. “Go down”.”Go down”.

The class left while I was still bent over being helpful.

I had thought all of these excitements were accidental. I was about to find they weren’t. We were about half way along Roe Street and I was still a bit confused because I did not get to the city very often and had been unable to head towards the Art Gallery because of “No Turn” signs until I was well down Wellington Street. But here I was half way up Roe Street when Heather said to me “I want you”.

Your imagination is immediately having me give up the art and head towards a hotel. Well we were going to the Radison at Scarborough Beach for lunch after the art but that was to fill her with food, not baby making material.

We continued on to the art. When you work eighty four hours a week not only are you socially deprived you are worn out by the end of the week. And this was Saturday.

Anyway we saw art. No doubt after the previous expression there was more hand touching that you would normally see but I have no recollection of acts or art. I just know that we did get through the art and get to the beach. I wanted to have a nice meal looking out over the ocean.

We parked at the hotel and then she decided she wasn’t hungry. I settled for a pie from a shop across the road from the hotel. Then I had to convince her I was not gay so I said we would go down to the house her parents had at Rockingham and get started on satisfying her. A chap was working on the roof so that was the end of that. Instead I took her back to Serpentine and went home. Obviously an appointment had been made for the next Saturday.

Where to go. A hotel is rather public for a forty seven year old to walk into with a seventeen year old. This was 1989. Google was not around to help. Eventually I found an apartment building in Wembley I could rent an apartment for the day. So all organised we got into bed for the big event only to find that she was tight as you know what and my manhood could make no entry. That was no big deal. We lay in the bed and talked. Six hours later after a really good time we got dressed and departed. As you may tell I was a bit unsophisticated when it came to sex. Actually I had been a virgin until I was twenty three and a cousin began to help my sex life by inviting me to her wedding and making me the MC and partner to a bridesmaid who was in need of a male and we bonked for several months until she found a closer pleasure source. I was eighty miles south of Perth so weekends were the only time she saw me.

My cousin then got another friend to keep me happy for a while until she decided to take off overseas to get further from her husband who was over east.

Anyway come the third Saturday we managed to get it in and consummated the relationship.

Saturdays and sex continued over summer including when she visited Curtin University about her enrolment there. I left the car in a parking lot and wandered around until she was finished and then went back to the car. We had not been a continuous act until then as a male from up around New Norcia convinced her to go out with him. He obviously had been to a boys only school because he assumed taking her to an orgy would be the way to start a relationship. She did not hang around to satisfy him and kept phoning my home number for a lift home. I was out on the milkround so one of my family took the calls. That is either my wife or one of the three children. When I did get home she had obviously got transport by then as the calls stopped but the questions started. Who was this wanting to get hold of Maxwell?

Soon after the questions increased as she left some of her items in the glove box of the car. My wife drove the car sometimes and found them and wanted to know what was going on. Waffle was the result but sometime soon something was going to hit the fan.

As a teacher I had a long holiday over summer and then when school started again I was in a new school. It was closer to my home and also to the depot I got my milk from. I had anticipated going straight out on the milkround from school on the three school days I did the round but that did not happen and I always went home first. The milkround consisted of me driving and telling two runners what to take to the different customers. I collected them after filling up the truck with milk unless they were my kids or others closer to home. One of the reasons for buying the round was to provide the kids with a job so they could earn pocket money. Also when I was a kid the radio had a play each Sunday night and the theme of the producers was “The family that Prays together Stays together”. My interpretation of that was “The family that works together stays together”. Not when you have a wife like I had.

Deliveries in the afternoon were on Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. The two remaining days were the opportunity for Heather to get herself bonked after her classes and my school day. Normally this happened in the forest on the way to Serpentine. In those days Serpentine was definitely in the country with the Jarrah forest on the Darling Ranges. We found a road into it which was not frequented by other vehicles and if it was fine weather we got out of the car and I satisfied her on the ground or if it was raining we managed to enjoy ourselves on the back seat of the car. Only on one occasion did another vehicle come along the road and we had to wait until it disappeared before bonking.

By this stage my family knew what was going on but my previous experience of having no social life unfortunately caused me to disregard their feelings. The situation obviously had me by the balls literally. Forty seven with a seventeen year old sex mate. The thing of dreams for all heterosexual males. Actually by now we had both advanced one year.

This was 1990. I was in a school with a Principal who was a bit of a nutter. It was fine if you brownnosed and did what he thought was what should be done but have your own ideas which were not his and you had a problem. Him. The staff were scared of him and unfortunately the Education Department though he was a fine example of a Principal.

In those days the schools ran a gifted and talented class for students who came into that category. I had taught such a group twenty years before and had a problem with two of the students because I would tell the class what we would get through during the period and then proceed with my presentation before asking them to work on the examples in their book. These two would have already done the work that was to be completed in the class time and wanted something more. This situation carried on for the whole year. So I knew what such students were capable of.

Unfortunately I had what was supposed to be such a class in my new school. The students should have been selected after adequate testing to determine that they deserved to be in such a group. Why it was unfortunate was that they did not have to submit to testing but just express the desire to be so classified.

You may remember the drink that was around some years ago called Claytons. This was what you drank as an alternative to beer when you did not want any alcohol.

It was the drink you were having when you were not having a drink.

These students were the gifted students you were having when you were not having gifted students.

For someone who was used to gifted students being gifted this produced some problems.

I also may have produced a problem when Heather wanted picking up from University to come and do some work on the computer at the school. It turned out that she was particularly horny. When the other teachers had gone home the floor of the preparation area was the scene for a noisy mating until I had filled her with my juices. I had disregarded the possible presence of the cleaners in the science rooms which came off the preparation area in my desire to keep both of us happy. If the Principal had been told he never mentioned it but it may have been another reason for persecuting his Head of Physical Science.

Once getting off in the school was enough and the next time she needed serious satisfaction we went down to the beach at Coogee where they now build boats and in the sandhills we enjoyed each other.

It amazes me that I was carrying on like this with my family knowing full well what was going on. I would get home after each encounter and disregard the hostile expression on my wife’s face. You have to remember that she rejected me the previous year when I really needed help because of my work commitment. Actually in 1990 my workload had reduced to two afternoons a week because my eldest son did the round on two days. In 1989 he had a separate smaller round he did with a friend.

The morning round delivering to the few shops that I had I did myself by getting up at 5.30 each morning except Sunday and picking up the order they had made the previous day and taking it to them.

Other aspects to the milkround apart from providing the children with a job were to make money and to eventually get big enough so I could give up teaching. I had studied metallurgy, began a Masters in Medical Science, had a farm, begun the purchase of an apartment building over the road from the beach at Redcliffe in Queensland, all in order to quit teaching but I was still doing it and the prospect was that I would gain enough shops so I could make a satisfactory living from delivering milk.

All that was going to be destroyed by the Government of Western Australia in a few years if I was still teaching but my life as a teacher was soon to be destroyed by a lying student.

A Maxwell Partington tale

In 1991 Maxwell Partington was teaching at South Fremantle Senior High School as Head of Physical Science. He was also working the milkround business he had bought in 1986 and expanded by buying some other milkrounds. His aim was to stop being involved in teaching and have a business which was to be primarily servicing shops.

A female student expressed her wish for him to be teaching her chemistry the following year which he interpreted as being an indication that he was doing a good job teaching chemistry in 1991.

Towards the end of the year he realised that he had taught with the Education Department for at least ten years and could take long service leave.

His eldest son had been helping run the milkround while he studied at Murdoch University.

He had an apartment in Palmyra that he was repainting and had told his students that anyone who wanted to help could roll up.

The girl said she was going to help and was told to bring her sister. The mother had dropped the girl and her sister at Murdoch University some time before that year when he had a group of students attending a talk related to their Chemistry subject and asked for him to drop them home. He only had his milk truck that night as his son was using the car but he dropped them at their home.

The girl turned up at the apartment crying with a story about her grandmother doing something. He allowed her in the apartment despite her not having her sister with her.

Mind over Matter

 Recently I was commenting on religion as being something we hold on to because our lives are finite and the thought of it ceasing is very painful. It is something that occupies our mind, and that leads on to the effect of our minds on our bodies.
For many years now I have related to people my experience with cold sores. I used to get them on my lips and their imminent arrival was heralded by a tingling on my lip. After having this happen for years I realised that I had read that they were caused by an excess of sunshine or of stress. Sunshine was the slip, slop, slap business, but stress happens to all of us at different times. But. The but was the idea that if stress caused the cold sores, that is that my mind was causing them, then could my mind just as well stop them. It turned out to be a good idea.
The next time I felt them coming I went into the bathroom and with the door closed and the family out I looked in the mirror at that lip and told it in the worst language I could find in my brain, and that was pretty bad language, just what I thought about it developing cold sores.
This procedure I repeated on subsequent occasions of lip tingling until the cold sores admitted defeat and stopped coming. These days they merely have to be told to "bugger off" and they retreat.
Hence my brain can affect my body. When I developed cancer my friends in Nigeria prayed for me and I knew it. They were good Christians. My wife prayed for me. And she was a good Buddhist. I do not know that the nature of the religion was a factor but I do believe that knowing that I had that support was good for my brain and I expect good for my body in its battle with cancer.