School Days……

This morning I received an instagram picture of a great-grandchild with a backpack and other school looking things slung over her back. She looked anything but eager and joyful to say the least.

It reminded me of another day and another child who must have felt exactly what my Liiile GGrandchild was feeling. Mary Ellen started her teaching in a county known for it’s honesty of expression and behavior. When Mary Ellen told a little boy he couldn’t go home at lunch, as he had gathered all his belongings and stood expectingly to exit the door, he soon told her what he thought of the whole situation.

When she said, “Johnny, we can’t go home til about three!” He looked at her with unbelief and said, “Well who the H… signed me up for this????”