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With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
Yeah but I was so bored I used to do things like skip out at recess and, smart kid that I was, not show up at home until the end of the day so my parents wouldn't think anything was wrong. I forgot that the teacher might notice. Maybe they sang it on one of those days.
MJD wrote:Yeah but I was so bored I used to do things like skip out at recess and, smart kid that I was, not show up at home until the end of the day so my parents wouldn't think anything was wrong. I forgot that the teacher might notice. Maybe they sang it on one of those days.
Hey, I used to do the same thing! I'd wander off at recess and show up at home hours later (we lived two blocks away)! Smart kid that I was, I flunked kindergarten (no lie!)
I got everybody just a tad excited. If a 5 year old disappeared during the day in that part of Toronto(Scarborough) now though, you'd really get them excited.
We lived in Trinidad when I was five. The school was very British. Anyway my dad taught me how to read when I was four and when they found out I could read already they bumped me up to grade one.
I stayed a grade ahead until I moved from CA to Vancouver. The principal said that the US system was easier (!) and this might be a good time to put back with my peers.
Guess I looked kind of dumb!
I am trying to picture wee little MJD in kindygarten....bet the teacher couldn't get away with a thing.
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my oldest brother mark, who is brillant, ( graduated with honors from berekley) flunked 1st grade. he crawled out of the bathrrom window to make good his escape from the torments of public education.
He probably couldn't get down to their level. Grade 4 and, by this time, my dad "owned" the school as it was put to me by one of the jocks when I was in high school. Flunked an English test. Still remember going home petrified to tell my patents. The reaction was a bit different than I thought. It just helped confirm my dad's opinion of the teacher and she was gone by the end of the year-one of the 50 he fired over the years.
