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January 31^ 19t^R
SO THIS IS EDUCATION hl2
Amid apples and aptitudes, . blue
sheets and books, lunch reports and
lockers, the Montreat student teachers
were initiated into "Oxir Profession
Glorious". Who would have thought it
would have been so much fun, and so
different from anything we*d ever done
before? I don’t think any of the four
teen would deny that it was hard work,
tooj
Some of the experiences we had were
absolutely unforgettable, and will pro
vide pleasant and amusing memories for
many a long day. Elementary teachers
agree with Art Linkletter that "Kids
say the darndest things I" Ask Murphy
about her little first grade boy and
his love for cornbread. Then there’s
the fourth grader who asked Mr. Burch-
fiel if he were going to marry one of
us.
High school kids think it’s great
sport to have a hand in the constant
friendly feud between two roommates#
^ne day Sharpe looked into her purse
and found a very fine hairless frog
skin-sompliments of Slay and assistant*
Another time it was a rare delicacy,
the inner parts of a fish. I’m sure
Sharpe’s retort must have been, "No one
cares I"
Most of us felt pretty jolly once wo
had made it through the most difficult
part of the morning—getting up before
dawn and feeling our way to breakfast*
At least those who drove us thought
Trje were in too much of a rare mood to
teach school. It was tragic if bus
number 29 didn’t toot its horn at us
every morning on Assembly Drive. Then
we sang to keep from freezing because
ole Ha-Deez was slow about warming up,
^here was the quest for chewing gum
every a, m., which of course had to be
disposed of before we set a bad ex
ample for our "little students",
Barbara Priest declared she cotfLd
write a book on all the things we told
her, and it seems that's the only way
the world will ever know all the times
we had. That is, unless you’ve heard
the gang tell of their adventures.
There were more serious moments, too.
One day my fifth graders laughed at a
boy who was slow in working his arith
metic problem. His feelings weire hxirtj
he cried and the children becamtp very
repentant because of their unicin'dness
to him. At the end of the period a
little girl asked me, with tears in her
eyes, "Miss Blackwell, will you pray to
God tonight and ask Him to forgive our
class for laughing at Grover?"
■'^nother fifth grader closed a letter*
to her student teacher with "God bless
you and keep you safe forever more",
-by Lucille Blackwell
It is a luxury to learn but the
luxury of learning is not to be com
pared with the luxury of teaching.