First day of eighth grade
We are the kings and queens of middle school (or so we have in our minds), otherwise known as eighth graders. We worked for eight long years and finally made it to the top, and in only one year we will be back at the bottom, but for now here’s what’s happening.
The Big Timber Grade School bell, that indicates the school year has started, was rung by Lindy Bowden and Ace Lewis. Mr. Ketcham declined my offer of Lindy and I both ringing the school bell, even though my reasoning was excellent — we were dressed the same. He felt he needed to be fair and pick a boy and a girl. I didn’t argue too much, considering he is the principal.
The rest of the day went pretty routine, walk into class, fall asleep. No, no, I’m just messing with you. The teachers would talk to us about the rules, hand out our textbooks and make sure we are all set and ready to go for the rest of the year.
I would like to say to the teachers who were absent, and didn’t make this first day of school, praying for good health and a speedy recovery.
It looks like a bright road in front of us as we start this school year, and I’ll be happy to keep you updated. Good luck to the students and staff of Big Timber Grade School.
I leave you with a quote that I think is a little too true.
“If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers.” – Edgar W. Howe