I took a field trip yesterday with the Seventh Grade class and it certainly generated a few memories of its own, in a way that only an event involving teenagers can. During the bus ride, we were talking about our upcoming trip and one of the teachers asked if we and the kids were planning on keeping journals.
I am going to do so by means of the electronic version, represented by this blog, in spite of my disdain for modern technology. (You can visit my previous post on that topic, if you'd like.)
For the 1963 trip, my parents had given me a journal to write in and keep and, although it was never completed, I have looked back through it several times over the past few years in advance of this trip. My comment to the teacher regarding my looking back through it included the word "embarrassed", based on the plethora of misspelled words and not-so-accurate descriptions of events and places it contains. Here's a look at a bit of it:
By using the "e" word I was essentially making idle commentary regarding my idle thoughts and had not intended to imply that I had no plans for making the same opportunity available for Lachlan and Zeb... on the contrary, it had been in the plan for a while, but had slipped to the far reaches of the back burner. I can see how my comment didn't quite convey that.
Nevertheless, as is often the case with teachers, I promptly received a gentle but firm admonishment from her that a ten-year-old's scribblings are not expected to be perfect and, besides, that is the stuff from which memories are made. OK... those aren't the exact words... maybe they're not even close. But the point was made that I'd better not miss the chance to give the kids an opportunity to keep a journal.
Sooo... the plan has now been relocated from the back burner to front and center and will very likely have been acted upon before the sun sets today.
Thanks for the nudge, Nina! I needed that.
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By using the "e" word I was essentially making idle commentary regarding my idle thoughts and had not intended to imply that I had no plans for making the same opportunity available for Lachlan and Zeb... on the contrary, it had been in the plan for a while, but had slipped to the far reaches of the back burner. I can see how my comment didn't quite convey that.
Nevertheless, as is often the case with teachers, I promptly received a gentle but firm admonishment from her that a ten-year-old's scribblings are not expected to be perfect and, besides, that is the stuff from which memories are made. OK... those aren't the exact words... maybe they're not even close. But the point was made that I'd better not miss the chance to give the kids an opportunity to keep a journal.
Sooo... the plan has now been relocated from the back burner to front and center and will very likely have been acted upon before the sun sets today.
Thanks for the nudge, Nina! I needed that.
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