ECEMBER SNOW covered the ground, and many sidewalks were not
yet shoveled. And I was late--I was going to be late for school.
The earth might implode like a broken light bulb or explode like
a cherry bomb, but I still had to be on time to school. I had
never been late.
My report card for my first year of exposure to institutional
learning was monotonously filled with A's in the rows for the
subjects and 0's in the rows for days absent and 0's in the rows
for times tardy and checks in all the rows for good deportment.
My parents never said much about these great accomplishments,
but I knew they were secretly proud of me by the way they never
scolded me about school. They always got a sort of funny smile
on their faces when I would bring home my report card, the kind
of smile that is pretty flat and a little turned down at the ends.
Then they would say, "Well, that's pretty good. Do you like
Miss Larson?" And I would say "Yah." Then they
would sign the report card and put it back into its brown envelope
and give it back to me saying, "Now don't lose it."
And that was like telling me not to lose my right foot.
"My report card for my first year of exposure to institutional
learning was monotonously filled with A's..."
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Grandpa Green had told me when I started to school that he would
give me a nickel for every A I got on my report card. So every
six weeks I would write him a letter telling him about all the
A's I got. An A in reading, an A in arithmetic, an A in spelling,
an A in writing, an A in whatever other subjects I was taking,
or were taking me. Nine A's, I told him one time at his house.
He said, "Let's see, how much do I owe you then?" "I
don't know." "Well, a nickel is 5 cents, isn't it?"
"Yah." "Well, then, how much is 9 times 5?"
"I don't know." "That comes to 45 cents, doesn't
it?" "I guess." Then he would dole out the 45 cents
or whatever the amount happened to be for that six weeks and like
a good thrifty boy I would put it in my little silver metal bank
that locked up with a key and I didn't have the key.
"But I was going to be late for school. It was cold out and the
big hand on the kitchen clock was getting down close to 4 and
I had to be at school by the time it got to 6...."
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But I was going to be late for school. It was cold out and the
big hand on the kitchen clock was getting down close to 4 and
I had to be at school by the time it got to 6 and Mom was helping
me put on my jacket and boots and hat with built-in earflaps and
leggings and mittens and I was watching the clock and saying hurry
up and I was finally ready to go but just before I got to the
door Mom asked me if I had a hanky and I said no and she said
wait a minute you've got to take a hanky and she ran upstairs
to get one and I sort of had to go to the bathroom and the big
hand kept on moving and I had never been home this late before
and I stood there holding my lunch pail waiting by the door and
finally she came down and helped me put the hanky in my jeans
pocket underneath my leggings and then she kissed me good-bye
and I ran out the door and kept running down our long street that
ended at Mrs. Richards' house and my boots were heavy and I couldn't
keep running like that so I walked awhile and then I ran some
more and I was running past Charles Johnson's house and I got
to the tracks and looked both ways and ran across them even though
I was never supposed to run across the tracks because I might
fall down and get hit by a zephyr because somebody else had done
that once and I was still trying to run but I could hardly even
walk and on my Mickey Mouse watch that Grandpa Green had bought
me one time at the drug store the hand was down to 5 and I was
"so I ran some more and the hand was almost down to 6 when I finally got to the big playground...."
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only as far as the Ford garage and then I heard the first bell
ringing at school and I never before realized you could hear the
first bell at school from that far away and I started to kind
of cry and I was puffing and running and my boots were too heavy
and I was kicking snow as I ran and walked and ran again and I
started down the last street that led to the school but it was
the longest one and I couldn't run any more but I had to
so I
ran some more and the hand was almost down to 6 when I finally
got to the big playground and it was empty and I had never seen
it empty before and I stumbled up the steps and when I was in
the cloakroom tearing off my coat and boots and hat and mittens
and leggings the second bell started ringing and everyone was
supposed to be in his seat facing forward with his hands folded
on his desk and not talking when the second bell rang and I walked
into the room just as the bell stopped ringing saying hopefully
to Miss Larson that I was almost late wasn't I and I collapsed
into my seat and was sick all morning.
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