I was just reading an article about fifth and sixth graders, and what they have to do to be successful in school these days. It reminded me of a small, short chapter of my very own sixth grade career.
There I was... in the sixth grade. I was one of the shortest, smallest and youngest kids in the sixth grade... which of course made me feel even more inward and self-conscious.
The Sixth Grade teacher... Ms Lang (an old spinster-type, and the sister of the principal... Sister Mary Marcella)... was trying to teach division of fractions to some of the thick-headed boys in the room. She kept showing them an example of two fractions... and told them to simply "invert" the second fraction, and then multiply to two fractions to get the answer. Invert and Multiply... invert and multiply...
Well... they still didn't get it. They were hung up on the word "invert." She explained again... but to no avail.
Finally... she said she needed an example. She asked for volunteers, which, of course, produced not ONE hand being raised. So... what to do. She called on ME ! She motioned to me to come up to her desk, which I quickly did. She then called on two of the burliest, hugie-biggest boys in the classroom to also come up to her desk... which of course they did !
She then ordered them to pickl ME up, put me on top of her desk, stand me on my HEAD... and hold me up. She then told the class that this was what she meant by "invert." She then had them continue to hold me there... while she worked some more division of fraction problems.
I have been told that this may have been a "defining moment" in the formation of my psyche... and the way I would view the world from then onward.
So... if you ever read any of my blog posts... and they sound even a little bit goofier than usual... you have just been told the probable reason why.