Monday, June 20, 2011
HOMEROOM: The Board of Education
Back in ‘61, we got to school he old-fashioned way – – – I, for example, walked 1.8 miles from 22nd and Poplar. And, no, it wasn't uphill both ways. That lasted until our senior year when we got wheels, in my case a 1941 Plymouth. Perfect!
When we got to school, we put our coats in our lockers and chatted with some friends before heading to our gender- segregated homerooms. In my all boys homeroom, the first event of the day usually revolved around Norwood “Goody" Goodwin, the best basketball player on our team. You see, Goody had a penchant for being late. And when he was late, which was a couple of times a week, our homeroom teacher, Mr. Scott, would grab the paddle in preparation for giving Goody a whack.
And so, with the ringing of the bell, we're off to another day of learning, never knowing what new adventure might be forever engraved in our minds.