It probably wasn’t an accident…

Nov 10, 2016 | 1 comment

a-is-for-apple0002For the forty (well, 39 minus four months) years I taught school, I found it to be my saving grace during times of trouble – any kind of trouble.  Personal or otherwise.  You can’t be immersed in the education of twenty or thirty first/second/third graders and be stewing about your own problems.

So it may not have just been happenstance yesterday that I began cleaning out yet another box in our back forty in the eternal effort to ‘downsize.’  This one was labeled “School Stuff” and, as it turned out, it was full of kid-made books from the early 1990s.  Of course, I read them all cover-to-cover and, so far anyway, have resisted the urge to put them back in the box and return it to the shelf.  “So far” are the operable words.

class-booklet-on-eggs0012From a book called “Vegetables.”
My favorite vegetable is corn.  I cannot eat corn on the cob because I don’t have any front teeth.  I love it with butter and salt.  By Elias Wolfgang Patten, Third Grade.
I do not like peas.  I do not like potato skins.  I do not like tomatoes.  I don’t think I’m a vegetable fan – except for beans!  Kyle Homes, Third Grade.

From “Dinosaur Stories by The 1-2-3 Class.”
I have a pet dinosaur and he is nice.  I found him in a chicken egg.  His name is Nick.  It is a Compsognathus.  He lives in a motel.  We have walkie-talkies to talk to each other.  He eats trees.  By Carson Kemmer.
I had a pet dinosaur and he spilled his cereal.  Oh! Oh!  Mom’s coming.  Hide!  The dinosaur got in trouble.  He will be careful next time.  By Parker Hill.

class-book-of-fairy-talesFrom “A is for Australia” by The 1-2-3 Class, 1993.
F is for the Flying Doctor Service.  It goes to the outback in emergencies because there are no ambulances there.  By Robby Olson.
O is for Outback.  The outback is the middle of Australia.  It is huge.  Hardly anyone lives there.  By Charlotte Rutherford.
U is for unusual.  Australia has many unusual animals.  By Brittany Staten, 1st grade.

It probably wasn’t an accident that I spent most of the afternoon reading and remembering.  I especially thought about our daily class meetings when we sat criss-cross-apple-sauce on the carpet and talked things over. We talked about the things that mattered to us and how to fix hurt feelings and best ways to console as well as to celebrate.  We learned to care about each other and to work around our differences.

If I could, I’d call for our country to come together for a class meeting…

1 Comment

  1. Nancy Russell Stone

    A few words from your long time, old friend: Sydney: You know my age, know about my family. This afternoon we will be “graced” with Greyson, six months in the family, his mother, Melanie and his grandmother, Megan. I believe this configuration qualifies as a class meeting. I shudder to even consider what Greyson will find if there are no circles in which to sit and share and soothe. How will his life be impacted by the results of the recent disaster? Consider the juxtaposition of 9/11 and 11/9…what to do, what to do. I KNOW I am NOT helpless or hopeless! Time to consult with the ancestors.

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