In an effort to inspire more writing, I have gotten suggestions from my kids. I thought I had told all my stories and was in limbo.
With two little girls visiting frequently, stories of grade school have returned.
We went to a second grade play this week. The girl who played the lead was one I had encountered when I visited the classroom. She was alert and attentive, got her work done quickly and neatly… everything a teacher would love in a classroom. That was not me!
When Miss Jepson, grade 2 teacher had a class play, P.G. was the selection for the lead. I remember her well. P.G. got her work done quickly and neatly. P.G. was very cute…. well everything I wanted to be like. I was jealous of P.G….and yes I really do remember her name and what she looked like… everything I was not, or thought I was not. I sat in the back row, kept my mouth shut and did what I had to, but I really wanted to be the play lead. I don’t recall what the play was about but I have a vague feeling it was about the history of our country’s early years. What part did I have in the play? I was behind the scenes with several other kids, I think boys, and I got to bang on a cardboard box to make the sounds of the horses arriving on the scene.
My 5th grade teacher was Miss Butterfield. I moved in the middle of that year to Pennsylvania and to a small Quaker school. But before I moved I recall being seated boy girl boy girl throughout the class room. I was not in the back row but close. There was the proverbial ink well for our pen and ink cursive writing exercises, but I did not have pig tails for someone to dump in the ink well. Instead, I was the messenger between the boys on either side and in front of me. I recall passing notes frequently. Then, just a week or so before our big move I got caught. They were not my notes but I was one who was caught and was moved front and center where Miss Butterfield could keep an eye on me. I have to admit, the move to Pa. was more than welcome!
With these long ago memories and a long past 16 year teaching career… I often wonder what stories my former students would have of me. Better not dwell on them. I do have many fond memories of kids and classes and events both in Florida and here in Bellingham. I hope they remember happy events.
In a way this relates to my daughters blog entry from last week. I was not teacher’s pet in grades 2 and 5, but seemed to be just fine in other grades. If there is a teacher’s pet in a class, how do the others feel?