I had the honor this weekend of attending a funeral for a great man who served as a teacher and principal for over 40 years. He will truly be missed by friends and family alike. Jack McLeod had the kind of personality that is impossible to forget, and we should all take the opportunity to learn something from the way he chose to live his life. Jack was the principal at an elementary school in Yuma (the infamous Ronald Reagan Fundamental School) and most of my brothers and sisters attended while he was there.
After the service, my family and I were having lunch and reminiscing. My mother said "Jace (my youngest brother) told me his favorite memory of Principal McLeod was sitting in his office after a fight at school. Jack told him 'Jace, I love you like a son - but you got to go' and he suspended him". For those of you that don't know, Jace has had a rough go of it since - A venereal disease has ravaged his brain, turning it the consistency of oatmeal.... and the fact that he remembers anything other than peanut butter is a blessing. My father jumped in and said "I think he suspended Court too". I admitted that I had been suspended in elementary school for fighting as well (albeit by a different principal).
As I was telling my story, I realized how lame it was (none of us really want to fight, much less are any good at it). I was playing soccer (very poorly) and one of the better athletes insisted I throw him the ball from the sideline. Always thinking too much, I spied another player and tossed the ball to him. The athlete was upset, walked up to me and punched me right in the face. We were both suspended...
I know we all have similar stories. Now is your chance to share your "lame" fight stories from the past. Trust me, the more pathetic the better. If you share a story about you curbing somebody and then thrashing his 13 cousins - you are a liar and should probably have a MySpace page. So, in honor of a great man who tried to do his best - share away, make me feel better about myself.
After the service, my family and I were having lunch and reminiscing. My mother said "Jace (my youngest brother) told me his favorite memory of Principal McLeod was sitting in his office after a fight at school. Jack told him 'Jace, I love you like a son - but you got to go' and he suspended him". For those of you that don't know, Jace has had a rough go of it since - A venereal disease has ravaged his brain, turning it the consistency of oatmeal.... and the fact that he remembers anything other than peanut butter is a blessing. My father jumped in and said "I think he suspended Court too". I admitted that I had been suspended in elementary school for fighting as well (albeit by a different principal).
As I was telling my story, I realized how lame it was (none of us really want to fight, much less are any good at it). I was playing soccer (very poorly) and one of the better athletes insisted I throw him the ball from the sideline. Always thinking too much, I spied another player and tossed the ball to him. The athlete was upset, walked up to me and punched me right in the face. We were both suspended...
I know we all have similar stories. Now is your chance to share your "lame" fight stories from the past. Trust me, the more pathetic the better. If you share a story about you curbing somebody and then thrashing his 13 cousins - you are a liar and should probably have a MySpace page. So, in honor of a great man who tried to do his best - share away, make me feel better about myself.
5 comments:
Dude my suspension was exactly the same. I was such a wuss, some guy was cheating at "Knock Out" that basketball game and I chose not to pass the ball back to him. So he came up and punched me in the stomach and that was it. I think i can still remember his name. But i dont want to put the wrong one in case someone else reads this. Wait maybe that would be a good idea. I think it was Mark Romanuci (Italian or something, you know how they have to prove everything with violence) and we have to prove everything by getting punched in the stomach.
I laughed for 5 mins on the jace and the veneral diseas
Syphilitic dementia is no laughing matter...
Never suspended in grade school, but placed on janitor duty in Jr High for spitting a loogy (sp) on the ceiling and it dripped onto the teacher.
My mom showed up at the school on the dya I was pulling the duty, because she heard I had ditched earlier and discovered all the detentions i had been forging and then they informed her that I was currently on suspension/work duty.
Oh - man that's a good one. Chain Gang at Crane Jr. High...
the worst was between classes and my friends would dump the trashcans and the janitor supervising me would just laugh.
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