Student

I’m continuing the weekly exercise, intending to keep this up for 52 weeks, as I recount a wee piece of the story of my life.

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This week’s prompt: What kind of student were you as a kid?

[Warning: this is not my best ever blog entry.]

In third grade, somewhere around 1970 and at Mark Twain Elementary School in Hannibal, Mrs. Carey told my parents that I was slow and needed help.

My mother apparently replied that I was not slow, but that I was bored.

By fifth grade, I was winning the elementary school oration contest.

#TBT: My Favorite American

I guess I was smart.

I was (and still am) a good student. I procrastinated, and still do. But I take things in, I follow the rules, I inquire, I analyze, and I write pretty darn well. I rarely set the curve, but I was almost always on the right side of that bell curve.

Some memories jump out:

• Herb Patrick in sixth grade giving me extra math homework.
• Kay Ford ability-grouping her civics class in ninth grade, and how I enjoyed those challenges.
• Russ Berlin telling my parents that he’d never had a student ace the fifth grade band musicianship test.

This blog entry contains a wealth of memories of me as a student at Lee’s Summit High School:

LSHS Hall of Fame

I’m rambling. I’ll stop writing now.