Power of Prayer

My friend Al taught elementary school. He is also retired. We often share stories with each other. He told me about an incident that took place on his school’s playground one morning. A young girl had fallen and was lying on the ground and crying. In the vicinity  was a little kindergarten boy who came… Continue reading Power of Prayer

Dressed for the Occasion

I forget what the specific goal was, but the grade 1’s were attempting to read a certain number of books by the end of the school year. I visited their classes often and was monitoring their progress. At one point I announced to the students, “If you reach your goal, I will do some cartwheels… Continue reading Dressed for the Occasion

Ahhhh, To Be Able To Fly

Recently I had the opportunity to spend time with some American tourists. Two of them were public school teachers. We shared some stories. One was from Florida. She told a story about being on a field trip with a group of young students. She noticed a girl in grade one staring up at some turkey… Continue reading Ahhhh, To Be Able To Fly

Matthew – Part II

I finished my teaching career at HHS. I taught Chemistry there for six years. Because MCS fed into HHS, for the first five years I had at least two former kindergarten students in each of my chemistry classes. Few teachers could claim such a connection with his/her students. During my sixth year, it was only… Continue reading Matthew – Part II

My Old School – Part III

One of the evening’s events was going to be the opening of a time capsule. I couldn’t recall anything about a time capsule when I was a student there; mind you, I was only eight when the school opened. I was looking forward to viewing the contents. Shortly after my tour of the school I… Continue reading My Old School – Part III

My Old School – Part II

We continued on our tour and arrived at the library. It was the same space that served as the library when I was a student, but it seemed smaller. The first thing I noticed was the multitude of computers. There were also far fewer books. We walked to the far corner. “Colin, right here was… Continue reading My Old School – Part II

My Old School – Part I

Havelock School is set for demolition this summer. It’s hard to believe. I was a student there when it first opened. A final open-house was held last week. It had been 46 years since I last walked the halls. I felt the need to attend. When I first entered the building, Colin, an eight-year-old student,… Continue reading My Old School – Part I