Elementary School.

This morning I went to LCS to pray with Michaela. Man, does she know how to pray! I don’t know where it comes from. We prayed with other seekers from her school, for her school. I really to feel that change is coming. God has plans for Michaela, and for LCS. When God plans… whoa! Get in the way!

I also went to my elementary school to say, “Hi” to all my old teachers. It looked exactly the same. I saw Mr. J, who taught me to pick my nose, and who came to my baptism and to my house for spaghetti dinner, and taught me cursive, and hooked me on juicy fruit gum, and taught me to spell ‘Easter’ and in whose class I first threw up at school, and who had class birds we got to take care of, and who organized a class sleepover at school. He was rather shocked to see me.

And I saw Mrs. Kennett, who taught me addition, and to not steal, and how to spell ‘cheque’ (which my computer is now telling me is spelled wrong. Silly computer, go back to Canadian school.) and how to paint, she was the first, last and only teacher to send me to the Principle’s office, she gave me a spider plant and a book. She used to always wear shoulder pads, and I thought she was pretty, even though I was scared tearless to have her I was in Grade One and she was a new teacher so I couldn't hear stories about her ahead of time to prepare myself. She asked after my brothers (who she didn't teach) and if I still had my dog.

I had a fun time remembering the time I went to the fun fair after having taken a big sniff of a daffodil (which I just recently learned isn’t pronounced ‘dafodale’) and had yellow pollen all over my face.
And the time Jeff tried to show some grade 7-ers how he could breathe though his bum, but he was too nervous to do be able to do it.
And playing Pogs in the multi-purpose room, and trying to break the bench with Tiffany in one of our ‘anger breaks’ in Mrs Gawryluk’s class.
And being ‘smart’ to Mr. Bennett.
And Mrs. Galvin teaching us the song “Nobody likes me / Everybody hates me / May as well go to the garden and eat worms”. She was wearing dinosaur feet slippers at the time.
And taping my ukulele to my stomach before the concert because I didn’t like holding that heavy thing up with my little arms.
And doing the ‘CATS!’ action in choir two verses earlier than everyone else.
And tripping Santa in the school Christmas play.
And playing PacMan and Oregon Trails in the mornings.
And being late for school the day after Daylight Savings.
And throwing up in Mrs. Nordby's class on the way to her desk to tell her I felt sick. They were the days when I was still learning to recognize what my body was telling me.