In childhood, the days passed simply, from home to school, from school back home.
In the morning, the plain khaki school uniforms and blue jackets set off a crowd of little faces. The children left home with packs full, carrying, among the books and papers, the two most important items--a handkerchief and tissue.
Some classmates were always early birds; others got to face the wall for a while when they came in late.
Morning study usually meant memorizing or writing out homework.
Whoops--wrote a character incorrectly. Well, I just had to get my hand ready for the ruler.
The class leader was an imposing figure, shouting out orders like a little teacher. I often thought, "Maybe some day I'll be up there."
As lunchtime drew near, I'd start looking out the window: "Where's Grandpa with my hot box lunch?" As soon as it came, I'd look inside to see what Mother made today, without stopping to consider that whatever she made, she put the same amount of love into it.
After-school sports got you good and dirty. Sometimes you got hurt, but then you just put a bandage on it, and you looked different from everyone else.
Vacation time. A quick bite, then it was time for night school.
Night schools must have been around for a long time. They keep students' noses out of comic books, improve their school work, and give Dad a quiet evening for a change. The only bad thing for me was that the writing on the board got blurrier every day.
After night school it was time to watch "Rat Patrol," "Bewitched," and "Mission: Impossible." The TV programs at night were always great, and those in the morning always went by so quickly.
Handkerchief, tissue, bus ticket, all set. Bye, Mom; bye, breakfast!
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Sorry, but I have to wash my hands before I go line up with my class.
Except for rainy or cloudy days, the sun always shines on my desk in the morning.
Look straight ahead. And hurry up and get in line, someone's taking a picture.
Putting two desks together makes a nice, comfortable bed. He looks like he is dreaming about dinner, or maybe about the little girl with the long pigtails in the class next door.
The cleaning supervisor has to wait for all the brooms to come back before he can go home.
I'm too small to hold a broom, so I use my hands.
Sorry, but I have to wash my hands before I go line up with my class.
Except for rainy or cloudy days, the sun always shines on my desk in the morning.
Look straight ahead. And hurry up and get in line, someone's taking a picture.
Putting two desks together makes a nice, comfortable bed. He looks like he is dreaming about dinner, or maybe about the little girl with the long pigtails in the class next door.
The cleaning supervisor has to wait for all the brooms to come back before he can go home.
I'm too small to hold a broom, so I use my hands.
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