fifth grade

conservativecave ^ | July 30, 2009 | franksolich

[franksolich]

Genevieve O'Meara was my fifth-grade teacher, in the Sandhills of Nebraska. We had just moved to town, from a peaceful, serene, mellow, laid-back town of similar size alongside the Platte River, further south in Nebraska, and so I was new to her; a phenomenon.

I never cared for school, and I cared even less for this elementary school, one of those nouveau hip trendy with-it cool new buildings, all on one level, air-conditioned, and with fish aquariums in the classrooms. I much more preferred the school in our former town, an ancient four-story building with stairways and closets and dead-ends all over the inside of it.

Mrs. O'Meara had heard about me a month before she actually encountered me. She was reminded, "He's deaf, he can't hear a word one says," which apparently discombobulated her, but my report cards from kindergarten through the fourth grade, from our former town, assuaged those fears at least a little bit......

.....Mrs. O'Meara derived great comfort from comments from previous teachers of mine, who had given me "excellent" scores for deportment; courtesy, good manners, and all that. A well-behaved young lad.

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[bad company]

Great story once again!