I think I’m going to split this one into 3 posts. I’ve already done the first when I told you about The Martha. This will be the 2nd and then I’ll do another to be the 3rd. I just know that I can be a lengthy story teller, especially in writing, and I hate for you to have to read 2 stories in one sitting! Isn’t that nice of me?!
Also, I don’t know what the original writer of The List meant by significant, but I’m just using this to share 3 fun stories from my childhood. These are stories that we still talk and laugh about, so I guess they are significant in some way.
Ok, on to memory #2…
I talk a lot about my family on here, so I thought I would give them a break and tell you a story about some friends of mine – Joanna and Lori. The three of us go WAY back. Lori is the first friend that I remember having when we moved to the Columbus/PC area and started school at CHA. I was in 2nd Grade. Joanna lived out of town but came to visit every summer because her grandparents lived in Columbus Columbus
CHA was a small, private, Christian school. I’m talking 250ish students in Kindergarten – 12th Grade small. When I say everyone knew everyone, I really mean it.
Because it was so small, most teachers had multiple roles or taught multiple classes. When I was in 9th Grade, our History teacher spent her morning teaching K-4 and her afternoon teaching middle/high school classes. I’m sure this was a difficult transition for her since those are two completely opposite groups of students.
Before I really get in to this story, let me throw out a disclaimer. I am not encouraging school age children to act in this way. I do feel guilty about what we did, and I’m not telling anyone how they should behave. As a former teacher, I don’t encourage acting out!
Although it was wrong, it sure was funny…
Before our History class, Joanna, Lori and I were kidding around like we were all mad at each other (me and Joanna against Lori). When our teacher walked in, we were still joking around. She didn’t realize we were though. Before the class got started, she asked the 3 of us to meet her in the hallway. She started talking to us (like K4 kids) about our friendship and how no argument was worth breaking up a friendship. We carried on like we were still mad at each other. She finished her talk by saying, “And I’m going to leave you 3 girls out here to talk about what’s going on and come to an agreement where you will all be friends again.”
Really?! Leave 3 Freshman in the hall to “talk out” a problem?! What was she thinking?! If we had really been mad at each other, did she really think that would solve anything?!
As soon as she closed the door to the classroom, we all died laughing! We had never planned anything as sweet as being left in the hall to talk/goof off!! Score!!!
About 15 minutes into the class, she came back out to check on us. Well, of course, we had figured out the game by this point. We kept up the charade of being mad, so she went back in to the classroom to pick back up on her teaching.
About halfway through, she came back out to ask how things were going. Of course, they still weren’t great. I mean, why would they be?! We had been playing in the hall for half of the class!! It was at this point that we started to feel a little guilty though. She told us that she and the class had just prayed for us to be able to get through this and remain friends. Oops!
We decided that we were going to have to go back in and act like we had all made up or she was going to worry about us all night and, knowing her, probably call our parents to check on us!
With about 5 minutes left in the class, we decided to head back in and act like everything was ok. Well, I guess at this point we weren’t acting, because things really were ok! She was thrilled! The rest of the class was mad. They knew what we had been up to and couldn’t believe that we had gotten away with it! As soon as we sat down, the bell rang and class was over! We had managed to goof off in the hallway for the entire class!
It was definitely one of my favorite memories from school. J
Rebecca Lynn! Be ashamed! I can't believe that Mrs. Miller didn't catch you in the hall. Poor Mrs. Tatum! Don't you do that any more! Dad
ReplyDeleteA. We were RIGHT OUTISDE Mrs. Miller's room because our class was across the hall from her room, and 2. I don't plan on doing that any more because I don't plan on being in 9th Grade ever again. :)
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