the principal, the so called teacher and i would be having a lil chat... the principal, the so called teacher and i would be having a lil chat...My first school was a one-room, eight-grade, single teacher country school. One of our subjects was “Penmanship” wherein we spent page after page making loops, circles and other carefully placed lines. Even now, seventy-five years later, I have better than average handwriting.
My aunt was a few years ahead of me in the same school and the teacher plainly did not like her. On one of her report cards my aunt was given a poor grade for penmanship. My grandfather took issue with it and “spoke” with the teacher.
I had gotten in trouble that day and was being kept after school so I got to witness the festivities. Grandpa was well over six feet tall and had a loud voice. When asked about the reason for the low grade, the teacher said something about ‘holding her pen wrong.’ Grandpa exploded: “I don’t care if she holds her pen with her toes, her writing is more legible than yours!’ Since that was true and the teacher knew it, the offending grade was changed.