You know kind of like the 12 days of Christmas….
In honor of back to school time, I am going to tell a story or two from each of my 12 years of school and maybe I’ll even throw in a few college stories while I am at it. Hopefully I can come up with one from each year, but planning ahead isn’t really my forte. 😉 By the end of the 12 days, I am sure any doubt of my neuroses will have completely dissipated.
I had Mrs. McCurry as a teacher. I vaguely remember the first day of school. I remember being excited to walk to school with my sisters, but nervous to be in the first grade wing which was away from the other grades. I also remember goign to the playground the first day and making my first friend Scott Welborn. We seesawed together. Other than that I really don’t have a lot of memories and though I could choose from a couple but I’ll choose the least incriminating. I was always terrified to get in trouble. This totally surprised my parents who tell me that they were shocked I didn’t get in trouble for talking all the time. Anyway, one day our teacher left the classroom and most of the class got wild, talking and running around throwing things. I just sat in my chair and didn’t say a word. The principal came to the door and told everyone to line up in the hallway. I started crying; he came up to me and asked why I was crying. I told him that I wasn’t talking and that I didnt’ want to get a paddling. He informed me that he was just having us line up in the hallway so that he could divide us among the other first grade classes. Our teacher had gotten sick and gone home for the day.