Posted on 07/14/2018 7:02:38 PM PDT by vannrox
‘I grew up having no long term friends because we moved around so much...’
when I was a kid, my parents moved a lot; but I always found them...
LOL!
What youngster hasn't done this?
I sure did.
It *seems* like it should work.
“...and we LIKED it!”
Started out in Baltimore schools late 50’s. We were learning French in 3rd grade. My family moved to Vera, VA (Appomattox County) midway through the 3rd grade. Got harassed by those Virginia boys, so I took on the biggest one and kicked his butt. After that they accepted me.
Elementary school in Vera was three-room school. 1st, 2nd and half of 3rd grade in one room. The other half of 3rd, 4th, and 5th was in the second room. 6th and 7th were in the third room. When the teacher wasn’t working with your grade, you were assigned “busy work”.
Penmanship was big. In Baltimore we were taught phonics. In Vera it was southern... Marbles was big at recess. So was baseball, there was a ballfield behind the school. One of our teachers was a no-nonsense person. One day two boys were fighting on the ball field. She grabbed them by the collars and cracked their heads together. They never fought again. I could usually be found in her class with my nose in a circle drawn on the blackboard or writing “I must not (fill in the blank).”
Sixth and seventh grades were the serious ones as we had to be prepared for high school. We learned a lot in the third room. My buddies and I learned Morse Code and rigged lines between desks with a key and a light burried in the desk opening. We weren’t cheating, we were chatting during class. When we got caught, that was one beck of a paddling. They used tbe paddles with the holes in them.
We once lifted a new teachers VW and set it between two posts. That was funny. There was the applesauce episode where we stuffed apples in the school bus tailpipes. They were parked in a row. As the busses took off they blew the apples into the grille of the bus behind them. Applesauce.
High School in Appomattox was cool. There was football, baseball, track, science lab, and GIRLS. Also, us farm boys got off at the start of the school year to help harvest tobacco. I did well in math, science, shop, and history. English... I got better grades in Latin. Never learned southern. Being from Baltimore, we never used a “t.” I was good at spelling. Even took second in a spelling bee. Actually, I tied in the spelling bee, but it was getting late, and I lost the coin flip. Scarred me for life.
Alas I found schools are not about education but accepting organization obedience and the armed forces are not about being military but about enduring mindless crap until one gets a retirement check.
At least fifty years ago high school was simply absurd and stupid now what is called public education has become a socialist reeducation camp as what passed for schools in the former Soviet Union were.
Back when I was in school the main risk you faced was getting intoxicated from smelling the mimeograph paper.
In elementary school we had devotionals over the intercom every morning, and chapel once a week.
I agree with his points, but if the situation with interns is just bothering him now, where has he been for the last forty years. In the early eighties interns were useless. I was only five or six years older than them, but they acted the same way, without the social media.
Interns havent changed at all.
I forgot about chapel...IIRC that was always on Friday. My school continued to defy the govt about school prayer even to when I graduated in 1974. I think most schools in MS did. We didn’t even integrate until 1971.
Good job!!!!
I graduated in 1975. Played basketball, with my varsity year being 74-75. We had this one guy on the team who was a real oddball. Selfish, never passed the ball, jacked up shots, etc. One day at the beginning of practice while we were all shooting around the coach started yelling at him. “G*d damn you, I’ve had enough!” He pulls out a pistol and boom! Then the kid crumples to the floor, holding his midsection.
“My God coach shot him!” we all thought. Then the coach starts laughing. It was starter’s gun. We all started busting up.
Today he’d be thrown in jail.
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