Monday, March 17, 2008
Where did I learn my English? Oh yeah, it was Cass Valley North. My high school was so breezy academically speaking that it makes my head spin now that I have the task of raising my own children and choosing their paths of education. I now understand why my parents pulled me out of my rural class "B" bubble of a school and sent me to one they felt would challenge me more intellectually. Ahhh gasp...private parochial school when I was 15?? I had my license and a car, a choice of three different places to sleep each night, and access to a manipulative part of myself that was mainly concerned with asserting my own independence. Two things stick out in my memory from this one year I attended Shanley in Fargo. First, many Catholic students are gleeful rule-breakers. Second, I learned that any kind of organised religion would not be fitting into my beliefs. Ahhh, but I really don’t have the time to go into that right at this moment and am writing this blog for Ames. Her e-mail and then my re-reading of the update I wrote today (Georgia is going to go....) reminded me of the evil trick we played on our hearing impaired English teacher at CVN. We only had 18 people in our class and most of the roles were well defined. So the usual trouble-makers would wait for the right moment to set the clock ahead at least 10 minutes or more. Then when it would be time for the bell to usually ring someone would shout "BELL" and we would all get up and head out the door. Oh, what adventures we could have with ten extra minutes of free time between classes. It took a surprisingly long time for our English teacher to realise we were taking advantage of her. May you all recall one funny high school memory today as well. gk
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