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Owed - 1 Kick in the Shin
Nov. 9th, 2005 07:48 amNot me, someone else deserves the kick in the shin.
Not RTL either. Although, her needing a kick in the shin is what prompted the memory of Miss Etta who told that if anyone was ever mean to me then I had every right to kick them in the shin as hard as I could. Miss Etta thought I was too "tenderhearted" and in a lot of ways she was right then and still is in many ways. I haven't needed to kick anyone in the shin in a long time, although I can think of a few that I would like to kick, but I do owe one Joel Rhodes a magnificent kick in the shin. I'm not holding grudges. I hadn't really thought about the incident in a long time, but I should have kicked him when I had the chance.
I've known Joel since at least kindergarten. I graduated from high school with him and other than being at the same school, didn't really have much in common with him. One day in 2nd grade, Joel and I were the only ones left waiting to go home after school. I think Joel actually walked to school because he lived right around the corner. I was waiting for my aunt who was late as usual. All my cousins and the other kids who were suppose to be with me, left me alone and walked home. Why I didn't go with them is another story for another day. For whatever reason Joel decided to pick on me that day. I had taken my shoes off, so he stole my shoes. I spent a good 10 - 15 minutes chasing him to get my shoes back. In the end, I think I pushed him down a hill and got my shoes back. Luckily my aunt finally showed up and I could go home.
Where were the teachers? Inside I guess, certainly not outside to supervise the last students left. In hindsight, I suppose we could assume that Joel was performing the "if you like the girl, hit her/pull her hair/tease her unmercilessly" routine. Regardless, I still think he deserves a kick in the shin. And now that I recall more about the incident, my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Byrdsong, deserves an award for stupidity. She watched the incident from her classroom window, but never came outside to stop the commotion. Then asked me the next day if Joel was my brother, I guess as a way to explain why she didn't bother to go outside the day before. I guess my response would explain all the silent lunches I had that year.
It's odd the things we remember.
Not RTL either. Although, her needing a kick in the shin is what prompted the memory of Miss Etta who told that if anyone was ever mean to me then I had every right to kick them in the shin as hard as I could. Miss Etta thought I was too "tenderhearted" and in a lot of ways she was right then and still is in many ways. I haven't needed to kick anyone in the shin in a long time, although I can think of a few that I would like to kick, but I do owe one Joel Rhodes a magnificent kick in the shin. I'm not holding grudges. I hadn't really thought about the incident in a long time, but I should have kicked him when I had the chance.
I've known Joel since at least kindergarten. I graduated from high school with him and other than being at the same school, didn't really have much in common with him. One day in 2nd grade, Joel and I were the only ones left waiting to go home after school. I think Joel actually walked to school because he lived right around the corner. I was waiting for my aunt who was late as usual. All my cousins and the other kids who were suppose to be with me, left me alone and walked home. Why I didn't go with them is another story for another day. For whatever reason Joel decided to pick on me that day. I had taken my shoes off, so he stole my shoes. I spent a good 10 - 15 minutes chasing him to get my shoes back. In the end, I think I pushed him down a hill and got my shoes back. Luckily my aunt finally showed up and I could go home.
Where were the teachers? Inside I guess, certainly not outside to supervise the last students left. In hindsight, I suppose we could assume that Joel was performing the "if you like the girl, hit her/pull her hair/tease her unmercilessly" routine. Regardless, I still think he deserves a kick in the shin. And now that I recall more about the incident, my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Byrdsong, deserves an award for stupidity. She watched the incident from her classroom window, but never came outside to stop the commotion. Then asked me the next day if Joel was my brother, I guess as a way to explain why she didn't bother to go outside the day before. I guess my response would explain all the silent lunches I had that year.
It's odd the things we remember.
