Sunday, January 26, 2014



"I am sailing into the wind and dark.  But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full."   ~ Arthur Ashe  (tennis player and gentleman)


(OK... This one is NOT for the squemish... It's actually kind of disgusting, but, then, this is also a part of a teacher's life, too!)

My high school art class just before lunch had done brilliantly on their assignment, and we were finishing cleaning up the room before the lunch bell would ring. I was soooo happy!


Then I heard a sort of watery sound, and I glanced over at one of my biggest boys sitting in a short wooden art stool looking kind of sheepishly at me. I looked down, and there was pee streaming down the stool's legs and splashing onto the floor!


I ran over to him and whispered, "Don't move, and don"t worry! The bell's going to ring and we'll get this all fixed then. Just don't worry. It's OK.  Just stay there until everyone leaves the room."


My heart bled for this 16-year old kid. What could be more humiliating than peeing in a classroom chocked full of teenagers? Poor, poor kid... What sort of medical problem must he have? Thank God the nurse's office is just down the hall a few steps, I thought.


When the classroom emptied, I ran over to him, and said, "Go right to the nurse, and DON'T WORRY about this mess. I'll clean it up, and hardly anyone will ever know what happened. Just don't worry. It's going to be alright... really."


I got a whole roll of paper towels out and cleaned up every drop of the large, noxtious puddle on the floor. Then I used some sort of cleaning product to try and take the odor out of the room before lunch was over, and the next class would arrive. Needless to say... no lunch for this teacher that day

~~~~~~ TIME PASSED ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a cold blustery day in January nearly a year later, and I was shopping at the local Piggely Wiggely grocery store in Omaha. I was a newly married lady, and grocery shopping for two was romantic! :}


Suddenly, I heard, "HEY, TEACHER! OVER HERE!"


That tall, gangly kid who peed in my art room was standing there by the frozen food in a pair of overalls with one strap flapping in the store's air-conditioning... NO shirt on him, and a pair of dirty sandals strapped to his dirty feet!


I walked over and said, "Hi! What are you.........."


"Hey Teacher! I MADE IT! I MADE IT!"


I could see that he was higher than a kite! Some of you may remember the late 60's/early 70's, right?


I was embarrassed, as several Piggely Wiggely customers looked at him and then looked me up and down... and frowned!


"What did you "make?"


"I'm in the Hell's Angels! I'm IN!"


"Is that a good thing?"


"Yeah! Yeah! Hey, remember when I peed in your class?" (No, I'd completely forgotten cleaning up YOUR urine so YOU wouldn't be embarrassed, and then worrying all night that you might have some dread disease!!!") "It was my initiation into Hell's Angels! I PASSED! I GOT IN! Hey, thanks, Teach!"


"Your initiation?????????????????????"


"Yeah! I had to keep my overalls on for a whole week without taking them off..."


If none of this makes sense to you....... join the club (NOT THAT ONE!!!). It didn't make any sense to me, either. Suffice it to say, I walked away very slowly, and my student seemed to be shocked that I didn't want to hear any more about this victory over his bodily functions...



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