Dear Old Golden Rule Days
Happy Labor Day. Or is it being the last long weekend of summer. It begins all over again tomorrow – school, work, realizing the year’s end is more near than far. Forget I mentioned that last one. There is so much excitement, wonder, adventure to be had in the coming days.
Being a former teacher, I’d like to revisit a couple of memorable school days. The experiences I had as a Special Education teacher often lead to people suggesting I write a book. If you’ve read any of my blogs in which I talk about my anti-writing attitude, you know that ain’t gonna happen. Instead I’d like to relate a couple of stand out memories from my own school days. The first one took place in second grade. This might horrify parents in today’s culture around student discipline (or lack of it). One of the boys was a bit of a cut up. Miss L would get a little exasperated with him. One day she apparently had enough. Her big punishment was to have H sit under her desk. The morning continued on and before we knew it was lunch time. Off we went to the lunch room, but there was no H. Where was he? What could have happened? Turns out that he fell asleep under Miss L’s desk and everyone, including her, forgot about him. H turned out to be a fine person suffering no signs of PTSD from his confinement. He actually rather enjoyed having a mid morning nap. The rest of us had lots of chuckles about it. I’m sure Miss L did not find it amusing.
Fast forward to tenth grade. Back in the day a tracking system was used. My cousin and I were in the college prep track. For some unknown reason the powers that be authorized students to sign up for the track of our choice. Of course, my cousin and I enrolled ourselves in the track we figured would require the least amount of work and effort. There we were all smug and smiles certain we would skate through the upcoming year. Then one not so fine day we were called into the office. Seems they caught onto us and promptly returned us to the college prep group. It was great fun while it lasted and we still felt like we got away with one short lived as it was.
My friends and I engaged in countless shenanigans over the years as young'uns are want to do. All were quite harmless. All part of growing up while enjoying the early years. Now my favorite thing about back to school week is that I no longer have to go back to school. In closing, I’d like you to know that if I had your address I would send you a beautiful bouquet of Crayola crayons.
Comments are welcomed.