It was Grade 4, and our teacher, Mr. Byng walked in and stood at the front of the class. He was big, bulky, and I’m not kidding looked like Hulk Hogan. He even had the handle bar mustache. Suffice it to say Grade 4 was the scariest year in my academic life.

Mr. Byng asked us to take out an assignment sheet from our desks. Within 30 seconds all of us found it but one, his name was Eddie Dyk. Eddie kept saying over and over again, “I can’t find it!”

Mr. Byng moved ahead with the lesson, but Eddie still rummaged through his desk. Mr. Byng started getting angry and yelled at Eddie to find it. Eddie started crying.

Suddenly Mr. Byng shouted at Eddie to get up, he then took the desk held it over his head and dumped all the contents onto the floor and threw the desk across the room.

Mr. Byng pointed a finger at Eddie and said, “YOU FIND IT!”

You could hear a pin drop in that room, we barely made a sound as Mr. Byng continued with the lesson.

And that’s why you don’t mess with Mr. Byng.