Okay, she wasn’t Mrs Robinson but Miss if I recall correctly, and I wasn’t exactly her Dustin Hoffman. But! She did kiss me!
She was my grade three teacher, and she was helping my with my hair (I think), so it could have even been this day — picture day — when the incident took place. It would make sense.
Anyway, she leaned over and gave me a little buss on the cheek. I feigned indignation when I told my parents. Pretended that I was horrified.
But I was pleased. Still am.
So … what broughteth this photo and memory out of the apparent blue?
Well, as you know, Nikki Dee started school last week. On the night before day one, the family was kind of thrown into panic mode when Thesha was informed by a friend that the kids could expect no help whatsoever with clothes, shoes, lunches, potty and who knows what else. Yuppers! It’s strictly a hands off policy these days.
It gets ridiculous to the extent where a young guy I know was informed in Teachers College that this is policy. Not only that, but he came across a case where a kid had an accident in the bathroom, and no one would help him. This kind of thing seems to have put him off teaching, and he is now looking elsewhere for employment. Maybe he will reconsider, but in the meantime, the system and the kids have lost a bright, innovative and caring mentor. Pity.
It’s all down to fear, isn’t it? If we don’t touch, we can’t be sued or stand to lose our reputations. I understand the concerns, but sometimes the pendulum swings too far altogether.
It kind of makes me mad and kind of makes me sad.
How does is make you feel?
Anyolehoo, thank you Miss Robinson for that little peck on the cheek. The memory will exist as long as I do, and it will forever warm the cockles of my heart.
And what’s your guess as to which of the little fellas is AC?