At the age of 34, my first grade teacher was considered to be quite old. She was a good teacher, but she was aging fast and she had taught thousands of children. They offered her a new contract, But she chose to take an early retirement. Her shaking was getting worse and the medical profession could do nothing to help her condition.
Some teachers last longer than that, maybe a couple of years longer. They have tried higher pay, but it didn’t work. Some teachers have to be removed and as far as anyone can tell, they don’t even know it! My first grade teacher use to make me set in a corner on a stool with a funny looking thing on my head and a sign hanging around my neck that said: “I talk too Much” or something like that! She lived to be 90 and they put up a statue of her at the foot of the stairs leading up to the west Lead school house.
It seems that I was always carrying home a note from my teacher and she and Mom were acquiring a first name relationship. When mom ask why I had to set in the corner on a stool, I told her it was because the teacher was bigger and stronger than I was, The excuse was not acceptable by my Mom or Dad. It took weeks before I was able to sit on a chair without a cushion. God bless my first grade teacher………..
I really wasn’t a bad kid, in fact, my next teacher liked me so much, she kept me for a second year. I guess it was because she was a little slow in learning all that I had say. But then, she was young and with young people it takes a little longer.
The chairs in the third grade were a little small for me, so they sent me off to another school and the fourth grade. I was still a little larger that the others, but I fit in the desk seats okay. In the fourth grade, the questions were a lot harder, like who was Calvin Coolidge? I thought it was the guy that run the butcher shop. They wanted to know where your home was! “Of course I didn’t know” as we lived in a shack on the other side of town. Most people lived in houses, but I didn’t know any one that lived in a home, except the really old people. Some called it “The County Home”.
School was good if you knew girls that like to play kiss, kiss. Especially when four or five girls all wanted to play it with you. I have always wondered, where do girls learn these things ? And most of them went to Sunday school. The Lord doesn’t always make things understandable, but then, he is working with giggling girls.
Can I please have another small piece of that pie? Just a small piece, P l e a s e!
By: Ben R. Bauer
Some teachers last longer than that, maybe a couple of years longer. They have tried higher pay, but it didn’t work. Some teachers have to be removed and as far as anyone can tell, they don’t even know it! My first grade teacher use to make me set in a corner on a stool with a funny looking thing on my head and a sign hanging around my neck that said: “I talk too Much” or something like that! She lived to be 90 and they put up a statue of her at the foot of the stairs leading up to the west Lead school house.
It seems that I was always carrying home a note from my teacher and she and Mom were acquiring a first name relationship. When mom ask why I had to set in the corner on a stool, I told her it was because the teacher was bigger and stronger than I was, The excuse was not acceptable by my Mom or Dad. It took weeks before I was able to sit on a chair without a cushion. God bless my first grade teacher………..
I really wasn’t a bad kid, in fact, my next teacher liked me so much, she kept me for a second year. I guess it was because she was a little slow in learning all that I had say. But then, she was young and with young people it takes a little longer.
The chairs in the third grade were a little small for me, so they sent me off to another school and the fourth grade. I was still a little larger that the others, but I fit in the desk seats okay. In the fourth grade, the questions were a lot harder, like who was Calvin Coolidge? I thought it was the guy that run the butcher shop. They wanted to know where your home was! “Of course I didn’t know” as we lived in a shack on the other side of town. Most people lived in houses, but I didn’t know any one that lived in a home, except the really old people. Some called it “The County Home”.
School was good if you knew girls that like to play kiss, kiss. Especially when four or five girls all wanted to play it with you. I have always wondered, where do girls learn these things ? And most of them went to Sunday school. The Lord doesn’t always make things understandable, but then, he is working with giggling girls.
Can I please have another small piece of that pie? Just a small piece, P l e a s e!
By: Ben R. Bauer
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