Posted by Toph on February 9, 2005, at 23:31:27
In reply to Toph?, posted by Susan47 on February 9, 2005, at 22:35:22
Its kind of a long story and it doesnt really explain it and its also embarassing. In first grade my teacher was old and wanted to retire in the worst way. She was mean. She used to hit Larry Muesing with a ruler so hard that some of the girls would cry. I was terrified of her. Once I came to her reading group and asked her if I could go to the bathroom and she said not until I finished my numbers page. I had waited till the last minute anyway so now I was in real trouble. I couldnt concentrate on numberes so, well, I couldn't help myself. So then I had to go acroos the room to ask if I could go the bathroom to clean up and can you belive that she asked if I had finished my number sheet? Then later John Shoop threw my hat on the excavation pit (before lawyers I guess) that filled with water in the fall and froze in the winter. Well needless to say I fell through the ice and again had to face the class wet. I went to my brother's class and got some pants from him but he had 50 pounds on me so I looked pretty stupid wears his pants. Then later I got the flu and puked which really added to my popularity in class. Then on anniversary day they had a picnic and a contest to see who could pick up the most peanuts. So they let the kindergarteners and first graders go, and then the 2nd, 3rd and so on. You counted your peanuts and kept your hand up if you had 5, then 10, 15... I had the last hand up with 22 peanuts. The PE teacher put the peanut crown on my head as I was the champ. When we got back to class Miss Berglund grabbed my bag and said it looked like I lied. She counted 11 peanuts and told the class it never pays to lie to win something. I was too afraid to tell her there were 2 peanouts in each shell. Finally, one day she pulled me aside to tell me that if I didnt read faster I would be held back. I kinda freaked because I would then be in the same class as my younger brother Jon and I would have just died of shame. Years later my mother told me that I tested just fine in reading so that Miss Berglund must have been trying to encourage me to read faster. She evidently compared me to my older brother who had been in her class before me and was 18 months older but just a year ahead. He was also an early developer, hense the big pants. Anyway, I couldn't sleep at night because everyone thought I was weird except Larry Muesing who said I was the only friend he had. That summer, the thought of going back to school made me sick and my parents couldn't understand why I was so unhappy. I prayed every night that I would die. But I don't think God listens to those kind of prayers even if you repeat them alot.
Maybe that's why I went into Child Protection. Now I work with the elderly, but despite Miss Berglund, I don't get any pleasure out of putting someone in a nursing home.
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