An Unusual First Day of School

Way back when my youngest Brian was going into second grade he had a very unusual first day of school. Now we knew who his teacher was going to be as we had received notice in the mail. He knew who she was, but also knew that she was to be in a different room than she had been in the previous year. When the bus came he wouldn't get on it. In fact he ran right back to the house. No amount of talking could convince him to get on the bus and that there would be no problem finding his room. I waved the driver on and drove him to school. I got him in the building, but getting him in the room was another matter. I walked him right to the room. He wouldn't go in. The teacher came out to see him. Nope. The school nurse and another teacher he knew spoke to him. Nope. I said how about we go to the library and maybe we can find a book on whales and you can show your teacher the whales we saw this summer. That seemed to appease him. We found a book that had the very whales we had seen and I'm thinking, we're home free. We head down towards the hallway but he still won't go! The gym teacher appears. Brian likes him. Still he isn't buying it. Finally, the gym teacher picks him up, and with his feet dangling at his side, carries him off to his classroom. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

(I saw as I went by that school back in June that the sign in the front was wishing him well on his retirement. I bet Brian was one student he'll never forget.)

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