Thursday, July 8, 2010

Third Grade

This post is in conjunction with a history-recording summer-long party over at Mommy's Piggy Tales. We're writing about one memory from a particular year of our lives each Thursday until September 16. Here is my walk down memory lane so far:
During my third grade year my mom decided for the first time to join my dad on a business trip leaving my brother and me with our grandmomma. I don't remember being fearful about them both being gone, but I do remember the excitement of "living" somewhere else for a few days.
My mom did her best to make our stay at Grandmomma's very fun. She hid notes all around Grandmomma's house and gave us a note to open each day that would lead us on a scavenger hunt to find those notes and ultimately a little prize (like a wrapped tooth brush or a candy bar). We thought we had it made!
(Insert suggestive scary music...)
Then the spelling test happened. I had studied and knew my words perfectly, but I happened to be sitting in front of a friend who had not studied. After I had turned my test in, she tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "I don't know any of these! Can you help?" Feeling slightly uneasy, I began to recreate the test for her by writing each word on my desk and leaning over ever so slightly so that she could copy the words. I'm sure I looked quite guilty and it didn't take my teacher long before she was coming over to find out what was going on. Busted!
She took both my friend and me outside and told me that I had a hundred on my test and did I think that I deserved that hundred or a zero for cheating? A zero! My heart dropped to my stomach and I managed to whisper out a doubtful, "100?" "No," she replied, "I really can't give you that hundred because you need to learn that cheating is wrong."
That zero would not have been nearly so bad if I could have run home and unburdened my little heart to my mother. But there was no mother at home, and when I told my Grandmother about it, she continued folding clothes and said, "Well, that's what you deserved." I don't think she had any idea how devastating that little number was to me.
When my parents returned home, I could hardly mumble and thank you for the pretty little china piano they brought me from New Orleans. I finally was able to get my mom alone in my room and with many tears, confess. Boy, was that sweet!
Thus the story of how I was cured of cheating and how I learned that if I told someone in authority of my sins, my conscience would leave me alone. How wonderful to have that little bit of wisdom in the third grade!

Memory lane is definitely a place I love that brings me great joy!


  1. Those types of lessons are the hardest to learn but have the longest lasting end results. I'll be talking about my own little lesson next week. ;-)

  2. Oh what a good lesson so early in life! I probably would've done the same thing you did, torn between helping my classmate and feeling guilty because it was wrong! I struggled a lot at that age and beyond between wanting to fit in and gain acceptance and my very strong sense of right and wrong!
    Thanks for sharing!

  3. What a sweet picture of your relationship with your mom! You are truly blessed to have such a special bond.