I love to hear stories
about when my mom was a little girl, especially stories about her experiences
when she was in school, so I am really excited that Zeus and I are going to go
to be going to obedience school. Mom said that I don’t really need to go
but that it would be fun for me to be with other puppies; “Zeus, she said, is a
different story.” Every time someone opens the door Zeus takes the
opportunity to run out and see what is going on in the neighborhood. She
said it isn’t that he is a bad puppy but that some obedience training would be
good for him and keep him from getting into situations that aren’t safe for
him.
On the first morning of
school, when we were getting ready to go, mom was brushing our hair and telling
us to listen to the teacher and mind what she told us to do. “Zeus,” she
said, “you especially need to listen to the teacher and follow her
instructions.” “Mom,” I said a little self righteously, “Will Zeus get in
trouble if he doesn’t mind?” “Well,” mom said, “I think that Zeus will
learn that it is in his best interest and in the interest of his safety to
listen to his teacher.” Being a little full of myself for being the good kid I
said, “I will mind and not get into trouble just like you did when you were in
school.”
“None of us are perfect
Zena,” said mom. Zena responded, “I know you never got into trouble but wanted
to be kind to other kids like you did with the DuBells. I want to grow up
to be just like you.” Zeus gave me a dirty look and gave a little growl,
making it clear that I was making him a little sick being so goody goody.
Mom’s brow was furrowed
and she looked like she was remembering something not so pleasant from her
past. She said quietly, as if the memory was still a little painful, “I
did get into trouble once and I have never forgotten it. We don’t have to
leave for an hour, so why don’t you sit here beside me on the sofa and I’ll
tell you the story. We snuggled up to her waiting with great anticipation
to hear this most unexpected story; we couldn’t imagine her getting into
trouble at school.
I lived across the
street from Mt Pleasant grade school when I was in the sixth grade and could
have walked up the block and crossed the street at the cross walk and walked
straight up the stairs to the front door and it would have been a two minute
walk to school. That was very boring and uneventful and I much preferred
to leave early and go through the winding paths in the Scotch Broom and enter
through the side door of the school. I loved the color of the golden
yellow blossoms of the Scotch Broom and there were the most vivid large orange
spiders that lived there. I loved to see the sunlight coming down through
that canopy of lush green foliage, illuminating the golden blooms and shining through
the translucence of those gloriously brilliant orange spiders. That was
before I was afraid of spiders. In those days being tardy to school was a semi
serious offense but sometimes I was so lost in the glory of my special
fairyland that I lost track of time and had to run as fast as I could from the
end of the tunnel to the side door of the school to get to my seat before the
tardy bell rang.
There were no spiders or
blossoms in the tunnel the day I got into trouble because there had been a big
snowstorm and the tunnel had been turned into a sparkling fairyland. It
was so beautiful that it took my breath away and I was glad that I left home a
little earlier than usual to have time to take in the full glory of the
experience.
Just after I entered my
tunnel of enchantment I felt the pain of something hitting me hard in the head.
I looked down and there was a snowball that someone had made into a ball
of ice. No wonder it hurt so much when it hit me. The next day this
happened again and I saw a boy named Donald running away from the path and
toward the school. The next day it happened again and I was really mad
that he was ruining my morning adventure and thought he was really mean.
I wanted to make him stop so I made a great big snowball and was going to
wash his face in snow. He ran up the steps to the school door that
entered into the main hall and I caught him just as he got to the door and put
the snowball right in his face. Well, I was horrified when he jumped back just
as I was pushing the ball toward his face and his head hit one of the glass
window panes in the door and broke the window. The school nurse was called,
Donald stood there crying like a baby and his teacher swooped down on me,
grabbed me harshly by the arm and marched me straight to the principal's office
while yelling some very unflattering things at me all the way. I was
saying to myself that I thought that Donald was a sissy and a big baby.
The principle was also
my teacher so he looked quite surprised to see that a girl who was usually so
quiet was in so much trouble. He kept trying to ask me what happened and
all I could do is cry because I was so frightened to be in so much trouble.
Finally he said he was going to call my parents to come and get me and
then I really started crying. He tried very patiently for a very long time to
find out why I was crying so hard. He patiently and kindly questioned me so I
finally trusted him enough to tell him the truth. I told him that my dad
said if any of us ever got into trouble at school we would get a spanking when
we got home. He said, “Don’t worry, you can wait here in my office and I
will talk to you after I get the class started on the assignment for the first
class of the day.” So that is how it happened that the only time I ever
got in trouble in school and was sent to the principal's office, I spent the
entire day there.
The principle was a very
thin spare man and always wore a pin striped suit with a vest and white shirt
and tie. He seemed very serious so I was a little afraid of him. I was
very surprised to find that he was very kind and patient and kept quietly
talking to me to find out just what had happened and why I was so upset.
Tattling wasn’t allowed at home so I was afraid to tell him what Donald had
done but I could tell that he didn’t believe for one minute that I had just
pushed Donald’s head through the window for no reason. He kept me in his office
all day and just left the room to start the class on the next assignment and
then came back and talked to me until I trusted him. He made me understand that
he would not think I was tattling, that I had a right to stand up for myself
and that he believed I was telling the truth. He even got out of me the
reason why I was so good at standing up for myself. He made me feel safe enough
that I told him that my brother, who was five years older than me, was a bully
and since I wasn’t allowed to tattle I had to defend myself. He seemed to
be very understanding so I felt safe to tell him everything. He even went
to the kitchen and brought lunch for both of us into his office. He had won my
confidence and we continued to talk all through lunch.
Later in the afternoon
he got Donald’s teacher aside and told her what he had found out about what had
actually happened between Donald and me and of course she was very surprised
because Donald hadn’t told her any of the details about his part in the whole
drama. It was of some comfort that she had a very changed opinion about
me and was even a little nice to me after the principal talked to her.
Still, I never trusted her completely after that. I couldn’t forget
how mean she had talked to me and how she pinched my arm.
The Principal and
Donald’s teacher decided that we were equally responsible for the broken window
and that we would each have to bring a nickel to school by the following Friday
to pay for it. Only one problem, nickels were very hard to come by in my
house. So I had all weekend and clear to the next Friday to see if I
could find enough pop bottles to turn in to make the 5 cents. I knew I
had a lot of competition for the coveted pop bottles that were just thrown
away. I imagined that only a person that was very rich could waste money
like that.
I looked for pop bottles
and wracked my brain to think of what I could do to make a nickel. Not
one pop bottle was thrown in the fields or by the side of the road that weekend
unless someone had found it before me. Earning money wasn’t even a
possibility because in my family you worked just to help the family and didn’t
even think of expecting pay for that work. I couldn’t sleep at night and heard
my grandma’s grandfather's clock chime all night announcing the time painful
hour by hour. When Thursday night came I didn’t sleep one wink because I
dreaded asking my dad for a nickel knowing he would want to know what I needed
it for and that the answer would land me in big trouble.
Morning finally came and
I couldn’t even eat my breakfast because I was so nervous about asking my dad
for money. I wouldn’t have thought of lying about why I needed the nickel
and I was sure he would ask what I needed it for. I walked by his dresser
and could see some change in the little log cabin jewelry box I had made him
out of match sticks for his birthday so that did lessen the anxiety a little
bit. I casually walked by his dresser just as he was picking up his car
keys and said as sweetly as I could, “Daddy, could I please have a nickel?
I need it for school.” He said, “Sure dolly,” that was what he
called me when he was in a good mood. He handed me the nickel and I have
never told him the story to this day.
When the story was over
Zena said, “Mom, why do you think that Donald was mean to you?
“Well, I said, I have
thought about that now that I am an adult. I think that it is most likely that
he wanted my attention. What do you think?” Zena thought a minute
and then said, “He didn’t have to make the snowball into a ball of ice if all
he wanted was your attention.” Zeus interjected, “mom was probably taking
so much time looking at the frozen spiders that the snowball turned into a ball
of ice while he was waiting for her to get close enough to throw it.” We
all laughed and mom said, “In the car you two, it is time to leave for school
and you don’t want to be late the first day.”