School Days

"School days, school days! Dear old golden rule days. Reading and writing and 'rithmatic …"

It's that time of year again. The new school year is starting all over America. That means I will start back to work again, since I am employed as a substitute teacher in a Christian school system. I am available for work three days a week in high school and middle school at Christian Academy of Louisville, and Christian Academy of Indiana. I love my work. We have nice kids at Christian Academy and I enjoy interacting with them. 

I have always loved school. When I was an early elementary student (2nd-3rd grade) I attended school in a one-room school in the garage of the home of the teacher. That teacher, a missionary in Nigeria, like my parents, taught all grades from 1st - 4th for the missionary-kids who lived in the town of Ogbomoso. I don't know how she managed, but she did. I have such fond memories of those years in my life. 

In the 4th grade, my mom taught me and my other 4th grade friends. We had an unusually large class that year as mk classes went. We had 5 in our class, three girls and two boys. The girls made a mural on one wall out of construction paper cut-outs. We had grass across the width of that wall and spent any extra time we had all year making things to place on the grass, like flowers, an apple tree with apples, lady bugs on the flower leaves, worms in the grass, clouds in the sky, a large sun at one end, etc. Making that mural is one of my fondest memories.


As school starts again for the students I will encounter, as well as my own grandchild, I find myself praying that their childhood school memories will be good ones too.