Ed was a custodian I worked with early in my career. We became good friends. Over the years he would often visit our home, and I was treated to many meals at his place. He was particularly fond of playing cards and enjoyed a game or two when my son and I would stop in… Continue reading Snack-time
When my children were young, they were encouraged to use proper etiquette when dining at the table. In addition to being taught how to place and use their utensils properly, instruction included how to use a napkin, how to pass and request items at the table and other relevant manners. If they didn’t learn this… Continue reading Slob Night
During the second half of my career I found that each spring I was experiencing a sort of depression. I would refer to it as my springtime funk. As the years passed it seemed to be getting worse; in fact, twice I even considered a career change, thinking it was related to work. I never… Continue reading Depression
This is Post #200 – go figure. Tara A, thank you again for steering me in this direction. Writing these stories has been very therapeutic and has helped in the transition from teaching to retirement. ……………………………………………………………. Many years ago I taught a fellow in a grade 10 remedial math class. He was a nice guy but… Continue reading Would You Like an Upgrade?
Recently, two close friends, entirely independent of each other, made comments that caused me to reflect back to my junior high school experiences. Now, I don’t considered myself to be a poet but, from time to time, I dabble. The following is the result of my most recent dabbling. The story is true. Dancing With… Continue reading Dancing With Lanna-Mae
Last month I ran into a former colleague. He would still be considered to be in the early years of his career. “So, how did last week’s Parent-Teacher interviews go?”, I asked. “Oh, okay, but like it usually is, I didn’t see any of the parents I needed to see.” I had a sudden flashback… Continue reading Parent-Teacher Night
“OK class, it’s test time. Pull your desks apart and place them in single rows. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s the people around you I don’t trust.” “Mr. Caines.” “Yes.” “Do you trust me?” “Of course I do. It’s the people around you I don’t trust.” “But what about Bill?”, pointing to… Continue reading Standard Shtick