I went to speak to a local elementary school today. I don’t usually speak to schools. My appearances are mostly associated with charity work.
In this case, my next door neighbors children go to this school. How could I resist.
This was an older school. Though a parochial school, it reminded me of PS 163Q where I “served” second through sixth grade. Don’t confuse ‘older school’ with ‘old style’ school . They are different terms.
However, this school was both! I don’t consider that to be bad.
The kids were very attentive and asked good questions. They weren’t scared to participate. I liked that.
There was one kid in the front who needed to be tied down for his own (OK – for my own) good. There’s at least one in every class. I was it in my school.
When I do these school talks, we always suck eggs into Snapple bottles. The kids love it. They like it even better when a teacher, Sister Pia in this case, holds the bottle.
We never had fun people stop by when I was in elementary school. We had a dentist… once. He told us you needed to use ‘elbow grease’ when you cleaned your teeth. One girl (I remember her name but won’t put it here) raised her hand and asked where elbow grease could be bought.