I walked to the front of the school today.
This very school, flashback 1984. Opening day of a brand new school.
First Day of 1st
Grade, anxiety rushed over me. Timid
child wondering where I should go. As I
made my way into the front doors I was greeted by a smile ,a tall man with
broad shoulders built like my father offered me his hand to walk me to
class. Although he was missing fingers I
didn’t hesitate and took his hand as he guided me to my classroom and
introduced me to my teacher.
in and accident which he later shared with our class as he came to read stories
as we sat on the carpet. We gathered in
awe that you could survive with out fingers.
How on earth did he write?
Questions that linger in a six year old mind.
break, snowy winter. Curtains drawn on
the picture window in our living room, blinding winter light with dust dancing
in its rays. Light warming the room despite the several inches of snow on the
other side the window. Mom vacuuming with a peaceful hum.
principal who was so kind, even with missing fingers, was now dead.
today’s sub job. Another whirlwind
with blood oozing through the bandages.
I believe it was his left hand, what ever the case, it was the hand I
had to sit next to. He loved to tease
and torment me with his bloody stump.
catching his thumb, ripping, tearing.
Panic struck and amidst the bloody panic, a cat snatched and ran off with
his thumb, making recovery efforts difficult.
feet from where I taught today. Just one more story.
student was having his last day. He is
moving to Las Vegas
over the weekend and I couldn’t help but remember the last time I stepped foot
in this very school where I was subbing.
field trip/choir concert at an old folks home and the mall, singing holiday
tunes. I wore my best friend Amy’s dark
blue denim skirt with a wide black elastic waistband. She has let me borrow it for our concert.
already let out. Empty and dark I
gathered my last items from my desk.
With my parents divorce and losing our house, we were forced to move
across town. New house, new school.
the cold. Freezing. When I got home, I was
met with a locked door. The first time
ever in all my childhood I have come home and the door was locked. I peeked into the windows of the only house I
knew as a home. We had already packed up
and moved out. The only contents were a
giant mountain of stuff we left in the middle of the dining room floor. Things left for a thrift store.
or if it was just that cold. Sadness and gloom lingered as I waited to be picked
up and taken to my new home.
been 30 years from the first time I walked the halls of my elementary school, I
had no idea of the vivid memories that would fill my day. It brought a sleeping
past to life once again. I am sad to say the vivid memories are not he happiest
memories. I suppose some of the fears of my past were put in my face.
teacher with her coffee breath. She was warm and caring and took the edge of my
necklace with my earned tickets.
I am happy to report they still only charge $.25 and the popcorn machine sits i the same exact place.
I was happy to see that there. I loved running and playing on the play ground.
Another great memory was school skate parties. I loved going to the local skate rink and skating my heart out!
Oh so much fun to visit an old space!
Let me leave you with our school fight song.
This song mingled in my head all day, over and over…. it went something like this…
We’re the Liberty Eagles, yeah, yeah.
And we’ll fly real high, yeah, yeah.
We’re the Liberty Eagles, yeah, yeah.
Fly right out of the sky, yeah ,yeah
Oh yes we know we got the spirit to fly right out of the sky, yeah yeah.
|Today’s sub notes and a few of the activities.|
Thanks for flashing back with me!
What is a vivid elementary school memory you have?