So, Momma's Losing It has given us another interesting homework assignment. The one I chose was: Write about a brief, but scary encounter with one of your old professors or teachers. Here goes nothing!
One time, when I was in 5th grade, A classmate of mine and I were walking back from recess with one of our 5th grade teachers, Mr. H - a relatively popular teacher, who normally had a good sense of humor, but was on the strict side ... still, most students loved him (and most of the girls had a crush on him).
Anyway, as we were walking back from recess, we got into a conversation about what music we liked. I'm not really sure how we got on this conversation, as I really didn't know anything about rock or pop music at this point ... I think I was still a few months away from beginning to listen to 98.1 WCAU FM ... Hot Hits!
Still, we began having this conversation. Mr. H claimed that he was a big fan of the Village People ... We snickered a little, and my friend said something along the lines of, "Oh, you're one of those people." Sadly, I had to follow that one up with, "Yeah, a homo!" Folks, I don't think I was 100% sure what a homo even was at this point ... unfortunately, that didn't prevent me from blurting that sentence out.
Mr. H. was obviously not amused ... in fact, he got quite ticked off at the two of us ... so ticked off, in fact, that he threatened to ban us from the upcoming Field Day, which was an annual competition that our elementary/middle school held, in which they divided the school up into two teams, and had us compete in a variety of events. This was held sometime during the last few weeks of school, and was basically an all-day recess.
I think I almost filled my pants up with enough feces to fertilize all of Lancaster. I didn't know what to do ... my biggest fear was my parents finding out about this and grounding me until middle age. My friend and I groveled for days (I think), until finally Mr. H. felt we learned our lesson, and forgave us. I don't think I ever talked to or looked Mr. H. in the eyes again.
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