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Sunday, June 3 2001

Last Day of School

Friday was the last day for our school district. The kids left at the usual time but were home by 11 a.m. When I was a student, we did the same on the last day, came home early. That never made sense to me. Why put a child through the hassle of getting up and going to school if he weren't going to class to learn? They always told us that we had to go to pick up our report cards. That explanation never made sense to me either. Why couldn't they have given us our report cards the day before? No wonder kids begin thinking adults are dumb.

Now that I am an adult and know the reason schools make students come for a brief time on the last day, it still doesn't make sense. The state mandates that schools be in session at least 180 days to get their allocated reimbursement. So, by requiring students and teachers to come for an hour or less, they fulfill the letter of the law, never mind the inconvenience and expense to parents and the taxpayers.

Parents who are working run into a problem when their child comes home in the middle of the day. My neighbor didn't send her son because of that, and many others must have done the same. My wife reported that there were very few students on the bus. Our school district sends out between 40 and 50 buses every day, plus the vans that transport special students. That involves a lot of expense for salaries and fuel. The fuel used is especially critical at this time of high prices and shortages.

I didn't get to watch the news Friday evening, but I am sure they had a story about the fuel prices and shortages and how we need to conserve. Nevertheless, our district and probably most of the school districts in Pennsylvania had all their buses out to get the kids to school for a very short time, then sent them home in the middle of the day for the parents to handle as best they can.

Gift for teacher

On the last day of school, a kindergarten teacher was receiving gifts from her pupils. The florist's son handed her a gift. She shook it, held it overhead, and said, "I bet I know what it is, some flowers."

"That's right" the boy replied, "but how did you know?"

"Oh, just a wild guess," she said.

The next pupil was the candy storeowner's daughter. The teacher held her gift overhead, shook it, and said, "I bet I can guess what this is, a box of candy."

"That's right, but how did you know?" asked the girl.

"Oh, just a wild guess," the teacher said.

The next gift was from the son of the liquor storeowner. The teacher held it overhead, but it was leaking. She touched a drop of the leakage with her finger and touched it to her tongue. "Is it wine?" she asked.

"No" the boy replied, obviously delighted that he was the first student to at least temporarily defy the teacher's apparent insight. The teacher repeated the process, touching another drop of the leakage to her tongue. "Is it champagne?" she asked.

"No," the clearly delighted boy answered.

Once again the teacher tasted the leakage and finally said, "I give up, what is it?"

The boy enthusiastically replied, "It's a puppy!"

Sent by David Caldwell

Good Thoughts

Wal-Mart isn't the only saving place!
WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning!
Watch your step carefully! Everyone else does!
We don't change the message, the message changes us.
We set the sail; God makes the wind.
When God ordains, He sustains.
Wisdom has two parts: 1) Having a lot to say. 2) Not saying it.
Worry is the darkroom in which "negatives" are developed.
You can tell how big a person is by what it takes to discourage him.

Sent by Barry Hunt

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