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When I was a child in school, I was a goody-goody. I never got in trouble, I earned straight As, and I always followed the rules. Consequently, I never saw the inside of the Principal's Office. That is, until one spring day in the third grade.
There was a mean girl in my class who liked to bully other kids who were smarter than she was. She didn't like smart kids, and since I got excellent grades, she pretty much hated me. One day, she teased me unmercifully all morning long. At lunchtime, I finally got fed up and called her a pig in Dutch. Now that's not so bad, right? Except to someone unfamiliar with the Dutch language, and to an eight year old, it sounded like a four letter word. Like the F-bomb.
So, she ratted on me to the teacher. And guess where little ol' me, Miss Goody Two Shoes, ended up? Yup, the Principal's Office. I was mortified, but none more so than when they made me sit there and wait for my mother to come and hear the lecture. Since my mother didn't drive, waiting for her to make the one mile walk from home felt like an eternity.
Now you'd think that my mother would have brought the hammer down on me, right? Well, in the quiet of the Principal's Office, she was deferential and apologetic. She demanded from me that I apologize to the teacher and the offended girl, which I did (much to my horror), and then she went home. When I got home, she chuckled and told me that the next time I chose to call someone a name in Dutch, to pick my word a bit more carefully. Then she smiled and left it at that.
Whew!
Oh, and I never saw the inside of the Principal's Office again, at least not for disciplinary reasons.
There was a mean girl in my class who liked to bully other kids who were smarter than she was. She didn't like smart kids, and since I got excellent grades, she pretty much hated me. One day, she teased me unmercifully all morning long. At lunchtime, I finally got fed up and called her a pig in Dutch. Now that's not so bad, right? Except to someone unfamiliar with the Dutch language, and to an eight year old, it sounded like a four letter word. Like the F-bomb.
So, she ratted on me to the teacher. And guess where little ol' me, Miss Goody Two Shoes, ended up? Yup, the Principal's Office. I was mortified, but none more so than when they made me sit there and wait for my mother to come and hear the lecture. Since my mother didn't drive, waiting for her to make the one mile walk from home felt like an eternity.
Now you'd think that my mother would have brought the hammer down on me, right? Well, in the quiet of the Principal's Office, she was deferential and apologetic. She demanded from me that I apologize to the teacher and the offended girl, which I did (much to my horror), and then she went home. When I got home, she chuckled and told me that the next time I chose to call someone a name in Dutch, to pick my word a bit more carefully. Then she smiled and left it at that.
Whew!
Oh, and I never saw the inside of the Principal's Office again, at least not for disciplinary reasons.
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One final note, congratulations to the Arizona Cardinals, the unlikeliest of National Football Conference Champions. The Cards are going to the SUPER BOWL!!!!!! (Man, this city is going BERSERK!)
Cardinals DE Bertrand Berry celebrates with the NFC trophy
photo: Arizona Republic
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I wasn't familiar with the principal's office, either, LOL.
Very exciting about the Super Bowl! Congrats!
You meanie! LOL ;-)
I got called to the principal's office a few times in jr. high. And it usually resulted in a lecture and a couple of days of detention. Fun times!
Your mom was really understanding. Lucky for me, I never got in trouble at school either.
I'm rooting for the Cards too. I guess that old guy can still play. Too bad for Matt.
Maybe you should have called the girl a "dike". Cheers!!
Yeah for your Superbowl Team.
That story brought back a memory. I was a goody two shoes A student as well all the way until High School junior year. There was an "unofficial" ditch day tradition when students would pick a day and go to the beach. Unfortunately, I was spotted by an adult, reported, and called into the office where I sat in terror until the Girl's Dean said, "YOU had to do something ONCE or you wouldn't be normal. Get out of here. "
I was very familiar with the principals office...
But I turned out OK (I think!)
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That is a hysterical story. Leave it to the smart girl to insult someone in another language! IN THIRD GRADE! :) You're so funny.
I went to the principal in 6th grade for getting caught with those mad lib things. I got out of it just by saying it wasn't mine. I guess b/c I was a good girl, they let me off.
I never went to the principal's office either... goody-two-shoes = me!
Loved your story though! Happy MM!
LOL!
The only time I had to go the the principal's office was when this bully wanted to kick my a** in school. The principal scolded both of us and told us he would call our parents. I didn't care because my mom already knew about this bully. Turns out it was my mom that called his office. The bully never found out and she never bothered me again. :-)
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mostly I got in trouble for talking to much.
I was rootin' for the Cardinals.
I told my hubby, "I bet they don't have cardinals in Arizona. They should have changed their names to the road runners."
Good story! Hi, I'm finally stopping by for a visit!! :-D I don't think I said a "real" cuss word in front of my parents until a few years ago, but working at the jail sometimes (or oftentimes) influences me to sound like a trucker...
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Unlikly is right. I still think I'm going to wake up and find out that it was all a joke and Eli will be leading the Giants into their second straight Super Bowl.
Cute story! I love it. I was a goody-goody as well, but found myself in there once, when a boy was just mean to everyone in line. I was the only one that stood up to him, and consequently got my hand scratched, so I scratched back...of course!
My children had a great principal a few years ago (before we moved.) They encouraged kids to collect box-tops for the school...the top collectors for the month got to have hot chocolate with him in his office. He tried to keep up with what the kids were doing in class by having each child come into his office and read one of their favorite parts of a book with a peer group, or read an essay aloud that they just received an A on. He was awesome!
My children are also not trouble-makers, but they've each found themselves in their once as well...I guess even goody-goodies have a breaking point!
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