[Another dose of ‘Red’ humor to end the =
week, this time on going to school in Iowa]
Mom wanted =
me to go to Iowa State. Dad wanted me to go to a real school. The =
truant officer said he’d be happy if I went to elementary school =
once in a while.
So I did. My =
parents thought they’d have to burn the school down to get me out =
of 8th grade. I fooled them. I never got that =
far.
I spent two years in Kindergarten; what does a kid do =
to fail Kindergarten?
Finally made =
it to First Grade and pleased to get good grades. Proud to get a B in =
recess and C- in lunch.
I remember =
spending two terms in Second Grace – Coolidge’s and =
Hoover’s.
In Third =
Grade I spent so much time standing in the corner I started to get =
wall-eyed.
I didn’t do so well in Fourth Grade but it =
wasn’t my fault. They were studying all new stuff. The =
teacher said I seemed stupid, but she was a college graduate so compared =
to her, no wonder.
When I went =
back for Fifth Grade my desk was just like I left it. On top was a =
pencil and tablet. On the side was an outlet for my electric razor. =
Sixth Grade was great. I took a half dozen =
subjects and passed in all but six of them. Every time I raised my =
hand to ask a question the teacher said I had permission to go to the =
restroom. When I got back evidently the question had been =
answered.
Our local Junior High has turned out some good =
men. It only took a few weeks in Seventh Grade for them to turn me =
out. My folks wanted me to go back again and try to make up for =
not going to grade school very much.
So =
I’ve concluded that there is a spark of genius in every one of the =
kids except me. I guess I had ignition trouble.
I not only =
didn’t know anything, I didn’t even suspect =
anything.
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"