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New-Gen    Posted 12-19-2004 at 16:03:13       [Reply]  [No Email]
I will not_________{fill in the blank} written several hundred times was something of a way of life for me during my formative years. In fact, in retrospect, with all the practice I had in writing back then one would think my penmanship would be flawless, what with all the practice I got.But of course, one would also think that I would have learned from my mistakes and not gotten myself into such writing sessions.

Believe it or not, I never participated in a fist fight until I was in the third grade. It wasn't because I was particularily even tempered or in any way concerned with staying out of trouble, the situation simply never arose. In discussing this with a classmate that year I found that his situation was the same. Somehow it just seemed that our best years were slipping away and we were missing a very important part of life. After considerable discussion on the matter we concluded that the sensible thing to do was to simply start beating on each other until one of us got hurt. It didn't matter much who won, we were both in it solely for the life experience. Our boxing match was cut short,{fortunatly before we hurt each other}, by the nearest teacher who broke us apart and demanded to know just what we were fighting about. Unimpressed by our somewhat lame explanation {neither of us knew words as elaborate as "social experiment" at the time}, she whisked us off to the detention room where we were to remain for the following week of receses writing "I will not fight".

Our school building was constructed in such a way that it had a shallow basement with high ceilings, so the first story was actually a half story. This made the windows approximatly 10' above the ground. One noon hour a group of fourth graders, including this author, decided to try jumping out of our classroom window. Upon succeeding we decided to try it again. And again. And........then our small scale skydiving session was cut short by a rather sternfaced teacher. This, of course, prompted another writing session for our little group, the subject matter involving the negative aspects of window jumping.

One of the school fundraisers was a small candy shop near the lunchroom, where we were allowed to buy candy and gum after we had consumed a nutricious lunch (this was back when schools actually served such a thing} We weren't allowed to partake in candy in class for obvious reasons, so of course during classtime the stuff tasted better than ever! It appeared to me that the law of supply and demand was in my favor, so I decided to capitilaize on it. At the time a roll of lifesavers cost a nickle. There were 14 pieces per roll.At $.02 per piece this meant a profit of $.23 per roll! This business venture lasted 3 days. It ended when the teacher decided to investigate the activity around my desk, located toward the back of the room. While I like to think he secretly applauded my entrepenurial skills, he considered my "black market" dealings inappropriate for the time and place. I recieved a reprimand and the class recieved a new seating chart with me somewhat closer to the front of the room.

While I seemed to posess an above average ability to get into mischief, I was somewhat challenged at not getting caught. And when I did get caught doing something I lacked the finesse required to get away with it! The only time luck was with me was the time I gave the peace sign to my sophmore english teacher. While the peace sign was acceptable, it was generally required that it be displayed properly, using two fingers held vertically with the palm facing outward. Not only did I have my hand held backward, I only used one finger. This was not the least bit well recieved! I was spared from severe punishment by a fortunate turn of events. Later that day, as the principal was contemplating what to do with me, I was sent to an out of the way storeroom on an errand for the vo-ag teacher. Lo and behold, there were two people in that room! One was the unmarried english teacher and the other was the married girls P.E. teacher! While it would make for an interesting story to say they were doing something illicit, my self respect, as well as respect for the parties involved, dictates that I tell the complete truth. I did NOT see anything, or for that matter even any signs of anything going on.
And I must also be truthful by saying it never occured to me to blackmail them. However, the next day I was very happy to be given the news by a bewildered principal that the english teacher had requested that he be allowed to administer my punishment personally. He had me spend a week of lunch hours doing chores for him in his classroom and accepted my apology. The circumstances, whatever they were, were never mentioned by either one of us.

From that point on I was somewhat more humble and less troublesome. Well, at least for the remainder of the school year............


KellyGa    Posted 12-20-2004 at 09:41:27       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thanks for the great story. :) Been gone a while, good to see you!


DD    Posted 12-20-2004 at 09:40:25       [Reply]  [No Email]
Nother good one New-Gen : )


Steve/TN    Posted 12-19-2004 at 16:17:35       [Reply]  [No Email]
Ah memories, and you did well bringing them back. Mine were all for fighting.


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