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Turning Red

I had many embarressing moments, but the one that immediately came to mind was when I was in third grade at Millie Munsey elementary school.  My family had just moved in the middle of the school year.  So I was the new kid in class.  I was a shy child and extremely intimidated by my new teacher and classmates.  I was afraid of doing anything wrong that would make the teacher angry with me.  It seemed she was angry a lot!

One day I was waiting at the teacher's desk to give her a paper after school, but there were several other children ahead of me.  I needed to go to the bathroom, but was afraid to ask the teacher if I could go.  Finally, I could wait no longer and wet my pants.  The kids laughed and the teacher got angry.  She yelled at me and I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I was afraid of her.  I ran out of the classroom and all the way room, crying my eyes out.

40 plus years later and I have never forgotten that incident.  But I eventually learned to stand up for myself and not be afraid of something to anyone.

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posted by nanadebbie on Monday, April 23, 2007 at 11:27 AM
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posted by dweaver3 on Apr 25, 2007 at 11:05 AM
Being a kid is hard — being the new kid can make you a target in so many ways. My kindergarten teacher wasn't a pleasant person, either. Frustrated and angry people should not teach children!
posted by olivia on Apr 25, 2007 at 02:07 PM
My 6th grade teacher was an impatient woman. To get our attention, she would scratch the green chalkboard with her fingernails so we could cringe and behave. I don't think we were bad kids. I certainly didn't think I was. But she would often get frustrated at a group of kids and as a result, we all got in trouble. Another thing she did: Before leaving class, we'd have to write these paragraphs of listening in class and not being disruptive. We'd have to write them like 50 times.  Everyone hated it. But I do have to say it made me a fast writer, which then led to fast shorthand, which then led me to my career as a reporter.... so I don't whether to thank her or not. I still can't stand the thought of someone running their fingernails across a chalkboard.
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