Our teacher asked what my favorite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken."
She said I wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right because everyone else laughed.
My parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favorite animal.
I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA. He said they love animals ........very much.
I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.
I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.
The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.
I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.
She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.
I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn't like it when I am.
Today, my teacher asked me to tell her what famous person I admired most.
I told her, "Colonel Sanders." Guess where I am now...
Pretty funny there Nate.
Speaking of the principal's office, here's a fond memory of mine..
We use to walk across train tracks to get to school. They were called "THE" tracks. And by the way, yes it was uphill both ways...
Anyway..If we had a spare penny or two, we use to lay them out on the track on the way to school and then hunt them up on our way home. The smooshed and elongated pennies were little trophies we carried about and showed our friends.
One day on the play ground I was showing off a few of them. A teacher came up and asked where I had found them. I just pointed to the tracks and told her our process.
I'm sure she meant well, but her approach was not at all appropriate for a young Cash boy. "You shouldn't put things on the tracks, that could make the trail de-rail" she told me.
In later testimony it was argued what I had actually said back to her. I remember telling her, "That's stupid." But the report that followed me to the principal's office was that I had told her "She's stupid." I'll still argue the point to this day...
Whatever I said, I wound up in the principal's office accused of the transgressional utterance that a playground monitor was stupid.
I showed the principal the pennies. I told him what happened. He smiled and leaned back in his chair..flipping the penny around in his fingers and admiring it. I realize now he was taken back to his youth when he had done the same thing.
BUT..he had a job to lord authority over a snot-nosed third grader. I guess he had a responsibility to make this some sort of "lesson learned" for me. He handed me back the penny and then told me..."Don't do that anymore. You could make the train de-rail."
His benevolent smile fell like rain when the words "huh-uh..that's stupid.." came out of my mouth. I got a swap with the paddle for insubordination, I guess. The penny was kept as contraband..
When I got home that evening my older brother just had to mention to my father that I "got licks" at school. Pops had me in front of his chair (not a good spot to be..) and was asking an explanation. I told him the story. He told me not to do it anymore and don't tell the teachers that they are stupid.
As I left the room I had to ask him if a penny would really make a train de-rail. His reply?....."No, that's stupid"...
It took a smack from a stick of wood to help me understand that being a "chip-off-the-old-block" wasn't going to be easy...;-)
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Nate
I assumed you were referring to me!
