Of
all the teachers I have had, there should be at least one memory to
relate about each one. I can try. I would have to start with
kindergarten because I did not go to day care, or pre-school, or
nursery school. And gosh, aside from the bus number 6 story, I really
don't remember much of anything about kindergarten.
My
teacher was Mrs. Endress. I thought at the time that she was old –
so she was probably in her forties. I don't recall her being mean or
nice, or if she raised her voice, or if she even talked at all, but I
guess she did talk because I would have remembered her not speaking
as something odd. She was just there.
And
the other kids were there. I made friends – they were at my eye
level. In the classroom there were low desks and chairs. I do have a
memory of looking up from between the chair legs. I was down on the
floor looking for the paper Easter baskets we had made for ourselves
– Mrs. Endress had hidden them in the room (mostly between chair
legs) for us to hunt and find our own – a holiday festivity that is
most likely banned from the public schools today.
One
day the teacher called me to her desk. I was mortified at being
singled out – had I done something wrong? What could she possibly
want?Mrs. Endress had me sit in the chair next to her desk. And I was
told to stay there until the school nurse came! I was completely
weirded out! I did not think anything was wrong with me physically,
but Mrs. Endress had noticed a lump on the side of my neck!
The
school nurse came to the class, looked me over and took me down the
hall to her own room. Mom was called, and somehow she came and got me
– we did not have a second car, so perhaps she asked a neighbor to
give her a ride to school and then home again with me - I remember
that I went home, but I do not recall how. Eventually I ended up in
the hospital - an abscessed tonsil had caused the lump, and then I
had surgery. So I guess that was a little bit of excitement for
kindergarten!
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