My first school was a small elementary school in
Lithia Springs named Annette Winn Elementary, and my first grade teacher was a
battle ax of a woman named Mrs. Harris.
Why was she a battle ax?
Mrs. Harris, you see,
firmly believed in corporal punishment. Her complete logic was that corporal
punishment was in the bible, and if it was in the bible you either accepted it,
or you needed more of it.
It's hard for a seven
year old to argue with that logic while bent over for a good backside whacking
or two. For almost any infraction she would march you across the hall to Mrs.
Phillips class for a paddling. If you failed to turn in your class work, yep,
across the hall you would go for your paddling. Talking in class, not staying
in your seat, even for something like not eating all of your lunch resulted in
bending over in front of strangers to get your backside whacked. I suppose I
spent an abnormally large amount of time being marched across the hall for
this.
Well me being a boy, aka pre-man, I was already
fascinated with girls. And there was
this pretty brown headed girl I had seen at lunch and recess that I could never
muster the courage to talk to. She was oh so cute, and to a very shy first
grade boy obtaining the courage to talk to her seemed monumental. So I resigned
myself to staring and blushing when the Little Brown Headed Girl was around.
One day I was sitting on
the playground, and when I looked up and the Little Brown Headed girl was
walking toward me. I could feel the lump in my throat get bigger as she got
closer.
She sat down right beside
me!
I thought the lump in my
throat was going suffocate me and my heart was beating faster and faster…
What to say, what to
say!?!
Then as luck would have
it, she started talking to me first.
"I know who you are."
she said.
"Really?" I
croaked past the lump in my throat.
"Yes, I see you
often." she told me.
Wow, could this be
happening? She knows who I am. This is good. She has been watching me too!
"Where?" was my one word response.
"You're the boy that
comes across the hall to get a lot of paddlings." was her reply.
POP!
I don't know if anyone
else heard the pop. The pop that was my seven year old ego being deflated all
at once, but I sure heard it. But all was not lost, for after all, she did know
who I was. That seemed to me like the first step. And the very next day I had
to again be marched across the hall, for who knows what, but this time it was
different since she knew who I was, so this time I was smiling and waving.
Like I said, now she knew
who I was.
As luck would have it, Little Brown Headed
girl and my sister became friends and she spent a lot of time at my house. We
even went all the way from first grade through high school together.
I have other stories about her, but they will have to wait to be posted later.