Holy smokes people! Somebody should have warned me about kids and school/other activities in the weeks before Christmas. And all of the extra practicing that goes with it. Tonight is the first time I've been home for more than one hour straight. When you add homework to the list, you kind of lose all sense of time. It's sheer bliss when your head hits the pillow at night.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, Blog Fodder.
This week's topic was submitted by Jean-Luc Picard. He has the honor of kicking off Blog Fodder. Without further ado, I present to you, this week's topic.
"What are some of your memorable experiences at school?"
I have about 1,000 answers for this one. There are so many memories. I kind of flipped a coin and decided to go with this one. Not nearly as good as the one’s I’ve seen so far.
I never really got in trouble at school. I was too shy to draw attention to myself, so I pretty much just stayed in the background. There was this girl, named Linda. We basically never had anything to do with each other. She was popular, I was not. She thought she could boss everyone around. Apparently, I disagreed with her this time.
We were playing tetherball, and the whistle was blown. Basically, this meant you had to gather your stuff together and get back into the classroom. Linda and I were highly competitive in tetherball. I loved the game, and even had one set up at home. I began to untie the ball, but Linda wasn't ready to quit. We hadn't finished our game. She shoved me. I shoved her back. I think we both threw a couple of punches (nothing to cause injury), and chaos ensued.
Then we heard the dreaded whistle again. Only this time when I looked up, there was a teacher headed right for us. Linda and I quickly stopped our skirmish, and got the tetherball down, becoming fast friends in the process.
The teacher purposefully strode toward us, looking extremely unhappy. We were doomed. He told us that he would be calling our parents to tell them that we had been in a fight. The normal speech ensued about how fighting, under any circumstances was completely unacceptable. Blah, blah, blah. Truth be told, I didn't hear anything past "I'm going to call your parents." I don't think Linda did either.
We meekly went inside the classroom and spent the remainder of the day together attached at the hip. I was so scared to go home.
To this day, I don't know if he really did call our parents or not, and in talking to Linda, neither does she because they never approached either one of us about the subject. I honestly think he saw just how scared we were, and figured that we had learned a good lesson.
From that day forward, Linda and I, though not best friends, got along really well. We were still highly competitive in tetherball, and later four square, but we never fought again.
I really have no idea how come that memory stuck, and popped its head out (think Caddy Shack and Gophers) when this topic came up. Suffice to say, I never did get in another fight. Unless it was with my brothers because that doesn’t count. They deserved it.
