Ah, yes… those school days. School days. Dear old golden rule days. Reading and writing and ‘rithmetic… taught to the rule of a hickory switch.
Okay… that is obviously from some archaic generation. Still, I can’t help but remember my old buddy Quentin and our shenanigans in first grade. Basically, if Quentin was David Letterman, then I was Justin Stangel.
Well, we thought that we were the funniest thing since Steven Colbert when, one day, our teacher announced a special guest. Quentin’s dad came in with a belt (which ostensibly is softer than a hickory switch) and gave Quentin a career change (from class clown to valedictorian).
Okay, so those early memories may not have been the most pleasant… but they set the course to the success we have seen in life. But it is still so wonderful to remember going to school… having the coolest outfit… holding hands with the cutest girl… ah, sweet memories!
One thing that I hated was having some cool thing and then discovering it stolen. I would have loved to have had one of those cool Dymo label makers to put Color labels on everything.
I would put “this ain’t yours jerk… give it back” on my school supplies.
I would put “she belongs to me” on my girlfriend’s shirt.
She would put, “LOSER” on my forehead.