B H S
Remembrances of my childhood keep flashing before my eyes…
Do you remember your days in high school?Everyone should remember these times.Our parents told us – “these are the best times of your lives…” but many of us didn’t see it that way.All too often we have more lofty ideas and pursuits that we tend to forget these exciting times and relationships or at least we place them on the ‘back burners’ of our lives until some day, many years later we find we have all but forgotten ‘some of the best times of our lives.’
These were the best of times, these were the worst of times…
“These were the best of times, these were the worst of times…” borrowed from the first line of A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Some kids were having academic problems.I know, I was one of them.I remember asking my dad on his deathbed to let me just quit school and join the service, he said, “No!”I finished that year in the city school system knowing that next fall I was going to transfer to the county school system.
I’m going to give you another chance
Mr. Paul (the principal), could have refused to allow me the transfer.He knew I’d had difficulty in the Bristol city schools system.I had failed three times and had to go to summer school twice already.I remember our first interview.“I like you, Sammy” he said, “I’m going to give you another chance.Maybe a change in scenery would do you good.”I worked hard that year, full load of subjects.Really, and at the end of the year Mr. Paul approached me again.“Sammy you just need ½ of a credit to be classified as a senior next year.I could just give it to you, but I think you’d appreciate it more if you were to go to summer school again this summer and get your junior English out of the way.You know you have to have four years of English to graduate and this way you wouldn’t have to take junior and senior English together next year. Then you could come back in the fall as a senior.Would you like to do that?” Who could forget Mr. Paul, everybody’s friend?If he wasn’t your friend, you must have really been bad news.
Are you still in touch with any of your high school friends?
these were the best years of our lives.
Oh, to walk those halls again, the smiles the good times, the friends that we sometimes remember, “Whatever happened to…” I remember the good times in Mrs. Bolling’s algebra class, or Mrs. Harr’s or Mrs. Holloway’s English classes.Then Mr. Massengill’s Bible Club, I believe this was one of the largest clubs at the school.Yes, and Kenneth Goff’s Biology class and he later became principal?Those hollowed halls once filled with laughter and happiness—how many times have I wished I could walk those halls again and see my friend’s faces just once more.The love we had for our friends which we’ve never been able to duplicate.Our friends in high school were special and we can see now what we couldn’t see then… these were truly, the best years of our lives.
she looked hard at me trying to put a name with that face and voice
Some years later I ran into an English teacher that I had before I transferred schools.Back when I was having so much trouble.I spoke to her by name and she looked hard at me trying to put a name with that face and voice.I just had mentioned my first name and she immediately remembered me. Straightened herself a little she asked if I had ever finished school.Laughingly I assured her I had, plus held a degree from East Tennessee State University in Criminal Justice.Oh, how times change…
© 2010 SamSonS