Norma's Visit to the Principal's Office

Funny, I never knew you had visited with Mr. Jones, Too! Actually, I don't remember his name. But I do remember my visit. I was in the fifth grade by the time I had my one and only experience of visiting the principal.

My Teacher was Mrs Klontz. She was very stern and spoke with a heavy European accent. I always think of her as being German. But I did like her and she was an excellent teacher.

We had Language Arts Workbooks in which she assigned our homework. I got to school one morning without my assignment being done and decided to fake it. We always did a self check and she would then call our names and we would give her our scores. I hardly ever missed an answer, so decided to just make up my grade. I was planning on doing the page later, so I deducted about three "wrong" answers. After she had finished calling the student's names and recording their scores, she got us busy on whatever our next assignment was and headed for my desk. I was ready to faint! She asked to see my book. When she saw the blank page, she just picked up the book and went back to her desk. In a few minutes, she came by my desk and asked me to come with her.

I very reluctantly followed her out of the room and to the principal's office. She explained what had happened and I discovered she had come to my desk to see what it was I didn't understand about the lesson. I outsmarted myself!

I didn't get a paddling. She just collected the library book I was currently reading, (a Hardy Boys Mystery) and took away my library privileges for two whole weeks. Much more effective than a paddle!

Norma