As of late, one of the reoccurring questions in my life has been, “Did I just miss something?” I recently had this conversation with one of my friends, and I wanted to share a story with you, to give you some perspective on who I am. Please don’t laugh too hard (I’m smiling already). By the way, I spell names backwards to protect the innocent…..well, kind of. Ha!
It’s 4th grade (circa ’87-’88 school year, for all those history buffs out there, lol). We were in class relaxing, when I noticed a group of boys near me snickering. They seemed to be looking at something small, but I couldn’t really tell what it was. They would put it up to the light, look through it, and begin giggling. I asked one of the boys to look at it but he declined, through his muffled laughter. I didn’t think that was very cool at all.
Later on, I notice that one of the boys put something in the trash. I invoked my stealthy, ninja-like moves, to approach the trashcan. It was small, mostly orange and had a kind of “peep hole” on one end. [I’m shaking my head at myself just recounting this pathetic story.]
So, I stand at the trashcan, looking through the hole. I discover a beautiful blonde, to my surprise. I wanted to keep it but the picture was a little cracked. Just as I raised my hand to throw the picture in the trash, my teacher, Ms. Yelroc used her stealth to stand right beside me (hey what can I say, I wasn’t paying that much attention). She asks, “Herbie, what’s that? Let me have it.” She holds out her hand. This can’t be good.
I hand it over, she looks in it, and asks me to step outside the classroom. The dialogue goes like this:
Yelroc: “Where did you get this from?”
Me: “From the trashcan.”
Yelroc: “Do you realize this is a picture of a woman with her shirt open?”
Me: “Huh?! What?! I thought that it was just a picture of a pretty lady.”
[Let me take this time to say that I was so innocent, that I didn’t realize that the woman’s shirt was open. I had no clue! I was just as astonished as Ms. Yelroc was! I couldn’t believe it! It’s hilarious to this day because I still remember the picture, but not her chest area (if you know what I mean). LOL.]
After some thought, she says,”I won’t tell your parents right away. I will only tell them if you have a long string of [behavior problems], then I’ll tell them. Do you think you will have a long string of things for me to tell them?” I said, “Yeah.” At this time, I’m thinking, “C’mon teach! I really didn’t know that it was a picture of a partially clothed woman. Cut me some slack.” We concluded our conference with the extremely one-sided agreement. The bright side: At least there would be a stay on my execution.
The next day, she informed me that she would “wipe the slate clean,” and not hold it over my head. I was so thankful for her having mercy on me.
What’s the moral of this story? Well, there are a few things I’ve learned as a result of all this. First, I learned to mind my business and not go into the trashcan again. Secondly, no, my parents never found out about that story (well, maybe they know now). Lastly, I can miss things some times. I still miss things to this day. For example, I am so thick-headed when it comes to interest from women. I am like the worst person on planet Earth when it comes to that.
At any rate, we all can let things go “over our heads.” I know I did…….BIG TIME.
Until next time,
Love, Peace & Increased Awareness.