At Gibsons Elementary, all that white chalk and the board looked so challenging!. Now fast forward to 1978, heaven knows how, but yours truly found himself holding a piece of chalk in a portable! The following memories evolved:
Some of the desks still had perfectly round holes where the inkwells used to BE.
There were childhood memories of bushels, pecks, pints and the old flag, oh my, oh ME!
It was around 1978, unwinding in the classroom PORTABLE,
my clunker, an old V-8. At something like 25 cents a litre, commuting was easily AFFORDABLE.
Another day was done, time to CONTEMPLATE.
It was an era that still included carbon paper and mimeograph MACHINES. There were daily registers to BALANCE.
I realized quite frankly that, apart from theory, my true knowledge of teaching? I knew from BEANS!
You could earn a Bachelor of Education, up there on University Hill, experience a practicum on OCCASION
but a teacher’s ’doctorate’ in the basics one didn’t even begin to earn until those years.
Thirty students, sixty pupils looking into your two EYES.
Soon it became highly PROBABLE,
the true teachers were those GIRLS and GUYS!