tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355892950761054605.post3641005203993815130..comments2023-06-21T08:54:48.315-04:00Comments on Just A Closer Stumble: What Do You Fear?Janet Harllee Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279020686479724397noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355892950761054605.post-59211897547107298532012-10-27T12:19:53.969-04:002012-10-27T12:19:53.969-04:00I loved 1st grade with a passion, but when I got t...I loved 1st grade with a passion, but when I got to 2nd grade, I hated it. The details are sorta fuzzy, but several days in a row, I refused to get out of the car and go in to school (we lived out in the country so I couldn't walk to school.) Three days in a row, the principle - and man who walked with a limp and cane - came out to the car and physically carried me into my classroom, telling me to stay put. I just cried and begged to change classrooms - I just did not like my teacher. (My 1st grade teacher was young, lively and pretty, my 2nd grade teacher was 1000 years old and harsh, smacking rulers on the desk.) <br /><br />No one did anything. And I don't remember what changed, but I started walking to class by myself again the next week, and hated every minute of that year. To this day, just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach. But I felt horrible guilt at the nice principle having to carry me with his bad leg. And so terribly embarrassed that I carried on so.Tracy Ruckmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15052951798947073110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355892950761054605.post-16631509600411327052012-10-27T09:42:56.504-04:002012-10-27T09:42:56.504-04:00Bless your heart JoJo! So glad you know God now!
L...Bless your heart JoJo! So glad you know God now!<br />Love ya!Janet Harllee Speakshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16279020686479724397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8355892950761054605.post-90510225019892117742012-10-27T06:12:14.424-04:002012-10-27T06:12:14.424-04:00In our school, it was Mr. D. He stood by the garba...In our school, it was Mr. D. He stood by the garbage at lunch making sure we didn't throw away food. My sister was so afraid of him, she took all her baloney and ketchup sandwiches on white bread home and put them in a bookbag in the closet. After a few months, mom noticed...sniff sniff... lol But we grew up in an atheist home so we didn't know God. Rich and JoJo Tabareshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04742131136597093858noreply@blogger.com