For our birthdays, the kids and their kids and their kids have made us long lists of things they love about us. To compose several pages of positive memories and traits and comments, multiple heads need to participate. It is surprising how well a grandmother approaching 60 years of age can remember so clearly being scolded by the teacher in elementary school for forging her parents' signature on a math test. The requirement was to have your parents look at the test and sign that they had seen it. Ooops! Time to hand in the signed papers and she forgot to get a signature. Oh well, I will just write my parents' name. I did well on the test anyhow so what is the big deal?
The teacher detected the forgery and didn't take the act lightly. Has the student forgotten ? No, she hasn't. I didn't ask how logical the requirement seemed then or now. I was also told that misbehavior in the class had earned a loss of recess. The student in question had been sent to the library during the overly-rowdy session. She was assisting the teacher in alphabetizing cards of borrowed books. The student pleaded her case, pointing out that she wasn't even in the room during the rowdy class. She was told that the punishment applied to the whole class and the teacher could not make exceptions.
I am loved because I didn't get angry about the problem of signing the paper.
