My childhood was quite different, in that I was quite kind-hearted, honest, and generally obedient to the letter of the law… but I was constantly getting into trouble in elementary school. I just kept coming up with new interesting things to do that they hadn’t made an explicit rule against yet. Once they caught me doing the new thing, they told me never to do it again and made a new rule. So then I came up with a new interesting thing to try.
How about tying several jump ropes together to make a longer rope, tying a lasso on one end, lassoing an exhaust pipe on the roof of the one-story flat-roofed school, and then climb-walking up the wall onto the roof of the school? Oh? That’s against the rules now? Ok.
How about digging a tunnel under a piece of playground equipment which had an extended portion touching the ground, and then having fun crawling through the ~4ft long tunnel? No tunneling anymore? Ok.
How about taking off my shoes and socks and shinnying up the basketball hoop support pole? No? Ok.
Finding interesting uses for various plant materials collected from the borders of the playground… banned one after another.
An endless stream of such things.
My principal was more amused and exasperated with me than mad.
My childhood was quite different, in that I was quite kind-hearted, honest, and generally obedient to the letter of the law… but I was constantly getting into trouble in elementary school. I just kept coming up with new interesting things to do that they hadn’t made an explicit rule against yet. Once they caught me doing the new thing, they told me never to do it again and made a new rule. So then I came up with a new interesting thing to try.
How about tying several jump ropes together to make a longer rope, tying a lasso on one end, lassoing an exhaust pipe on the roof of the one-story flat-roofed school, and then climb-walking up the wall onto the roof of the school? Oh? That’s against the rules now? Ok.
How about digging a tunnel under a piece of playground equipment which had an extended portion touching the ground, and then having fun crawling through the ~4ft long tunnel? No tunneling anymore? Ok.
How about taking off my shoes and socks and shinnying up the basketball hoop support pole? No? Ok.
Finding interesting uses for various plant materials collected from the borders of the playground… banned one after another.
An endless stream of such things.
My principal was more amused and exasperated with me than mad.