The Board of Education
My memories of wanting to be a teacher involved many special moments. There is one particular one Ill always remember.
It was Christmas vacation and one of my neighbors was visiting. I was ten years old and he was eight. We decided to play school in my folks basement and, being the oldest, I proclaimed that I would be the teacher.
The subject of the day was addition and I expected him, a second grader, to correctly answer problems that were in the league of the ones I was doing as a fourth grader.
He was not doing a very good job. I became frustrated and proceeded to do just what my elementary teachers often did. They would get out the paddle to threaten us and occasionally they actually used the board of education on an unfortunate student. I had a piece of wood that I used on my neighbor. He rolled around on the floor trying to avoid my whacks. His efforts to elude me were admirable, but my determination to hit was greater than his resolve to avoid was. The paddle and I won!
This is fun! I thought. I didnt know if my teachers got as much enjoyment out of paddling as I did, but I did know that being a teacher could be fun. My friend disagreed with me.
By the way, my friend did not go into teaching. ??
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