My First Day at Public School

My First Day at Public School

Daily Prompt made a suggestions to write about your first day at something. I decided to write about my first day at public school.

From first grade up until half-way through my eleventh grade year I attended a small private Independent Fundamentalist Baptist School and Church. The girls wore dresses that had to be at least 2 inches below the knee, slits could only be 3 inches long and could not go past the middle of your knee ( I think they had to be in the back of the dress too.) Dress shoes and nylon hose and slips and bras. A girl or woman MUST be fully covered. No pants. No jeans. Denim was not aloud (though at one point in time it was). Makeup very, very light to the point of not being noticed. No hair dye. Nail polish is acceptable but no bright colors. Pastels only. The guys wore button-up shirts and ties. Nothing fancy, no bright colors. Black socks and dress shoes. For sports the girls had volleyball and cheerleading. The boys had soccer and basketball. I was a cheerleader. Our uniform consisted of culottes (if you don’t know what that is it is like a skort but pant length a mock turtleneck and a vest. Religion was a big part of school and church was required as well.

Half-way through my junior year me and my sister switched schools to attend the local public school. The reason for this change was my sister wanted to be a mechanic and could take mechanics classes through the public school and could not through the private school (girls could be teachers and homemakers (stay-at-home-moms) and nothing else).

My first day at the high school was very stressful. The school that I had gone to had a total of 60 kids between ninth and twelfth grade. This high school had like 500 kids between ninth and twelfth grades. The old school had like 4 or 5 classrooms that we rotated classes for. This school had two floors and a whole building of classrooms to rotate with.

I managed the first part of the day to get from class to class okay with little help. The only people I knew were my sister (in ninth grade) and my best-friend/neighbor who was in tenth grade. The schedule was different from what I was used to because at the old school we had 8 classes a day with a specified lunch time, here they had 4 classes a day and from what I could see from the schedule I wondered when I was supposed to eat lunch.

I show up for my English class, which was the only class I had EVERY day. I did not realize the significance of this. I walk in the door to the classroom (once I found it) and ….no one is THERE! Crap. I wonder if they had a field trip or something today. I have no idea what to do.

This little old lady comes up. “Can I help you?”

“Uh. I think I am supposed to have English class here but no one is here.”

“Why aren’t you at lunch?” she asks.

“Well the schedule said I am supposed to be here.”

“You are supposed to be at lunch. Why don’t you know this? Where were you last semester?”

“I was at a different school.”

“Where were you? It wasn’t were you were supposed to be. Otherwise you would know you are supposed to be at lunch.”

(I am about ready to cry)

“I wasn’t here. I was at a different school.”

“Now is when we go to lunch. After that we have class.”

“Uh. Ok.”

I went to the cafeteria (we did not have one at the old school), ate my lunch and then a bell went off and I went back to the English class. They were reading The Adventure of Huckleberry Finn. YAY. (sarcastically) We read that in my English class so many times I had the book memorized. The teacher (the little old lady from earlier) handed me a copy of the book. I tried to give it back. She said I had to keep it.

I never opened that book. It stayed in my locker until we were done and I passed every test and quiz on the book.

The rest of the day went well.

The next year I had the teacher for Speech class and talked about the differences between the two schools and that day the teacher almost made me cry. She remembered that and did not know I almost cried that day. After the speech she told the class that SHE was the evil teacher who almost made me cry. She was joking with me though obviously I did not and still do not understand her humor.

I graduated from that school but am so glad I do not have to go back.



Break is Now Over

So I took a break last week. My job working at the dairy farm, which I loved, is over and done. Time to move on.

I spent the last week cleaning my house, reading books, watching movies, spending time with my kids, little bit of writing (okay I wrote a children’s Christmas story, looked into publishing it…OH MY GOD, I have no idea.), and looked for a job. I still haven’t found one. Been filling out applications and bringing them in. So far…NOTHING.

Well, I am done hiding. I am going to get back out and on with my life. So my break is over. Keep doing what I am doing (add in online schoolwork) and move on. Not having any money sucks. (I thought things were bad before. LOL) I have bills coming up in a few days and don’t know what to do about those but hopefully (always have that hope) something will happen so I can pay them.

In other news, My birthday is in 6 days. Good news? I don’t know. Birthdays suck. (That’s my opinion don’t read anything into it.) I am going to go visit a friend a day or two after my birthday so that is something to look forward to.

Well, I just needed to write. Get stuff out. Short and sweet huh? 🙂 I am alive and well for all those readers who want to know.

Smile and do something crazy today. I think I will. Give me something to tell you guys about.

Have a great day.


Oh my god its a cop… Hit the brakes!

I hate following someone with this mentality. Everytime they see a cop they hit the brakes.
Hello! This stupid.
Reason #1
By doing this you attract the cops attention. If you were speeding well now he knows it cause he checked his radar. If you weren’t doing anything now he’s wondering what you are trying to keep from him.
Reason #2
The poor car following you has to hit their brakes too. Assuming that they are paying attention, otherwise you just caused an accident.
So please don’t be afraid everytime you see a cop. It’s not worth it.

Dear Spitfire

Dear Spitfire,
It’s been a year since the tragedy that resulted in your loss. I still miss you and think of you almost daily. The pain and grief is still there.
Things at the farm are not good. More and more cows leave and all too soon I will too. The doors will close and all that will be left are memories.
We had some good memories.. Didn’t we?
I remember how the day you were born you were ready to take on the world. God you were a little spitfire. That’s how you got your name. You were so small.


I remember how each day you would follow me around while I fed the other calves. No calf has done that like you did.
I remember Rocky saying that he didn’t know if you’d make it and my shock at his comment because of your daily meanderings with me. You never looked sick to me. Sure you got diarrhea a couple of times but nothing major.
I remember visiting you in the heifer barn. Thrilled that you would still run to see me and be patted.
I remember visiting you in the pasture and watching you grow fat with your first and sadly only baby.


I remember the worry about your delivery. The joy at meeting your son, Flame. (had to stick with the theme right?)
I remember the sadness and loss when Flame got sick and died.


I remember the fun of going to work knowing that you were waiting to see me.

I remember how kind and gentle you were allowing me to sit on your back.

And I remember the day you were injured.. Walking into the barn seeing all the blood… Checking to see who was hurt and the fear when I saw it was you. I would have done anything to save you.
The fact that I couldn’t still hurts.
I hope you’re happy and safe where you are.
I miss you and love you, friend of my heart.
Lots of love,

Opinions on My Poetry

I ran across an old poem I wrote after crashing and rolling my car. It was short and written many years ago. It goes like this:

The Accident

I drive,
Down the road,
A car comes.
I swerve. 
The car slides,
Then rolls.
I am afraid.
Things are ok.
Life goes on.


Now I posted this on because I like how they have people comment on what they think of my poetry. Now some hate, some like it, and some are indifferent. That is fine.  I can handle that.

What I can not stand and it annoyed me to no end… was the guy who posted this as a comment to this poem.


“Next time park the car and write the poem.

Nothing happened.”



You were there!? You saw what happened!?

How after reading that can you come to that conclusion? I certainly don’t see it. Though I admit I probably can’t as I wrote it and know how I felt and what I thought way more that the jackeen that made that comment.

I swerved to avoid hitting this idiot driving down the middle of a narrow dirt road. I did not want to hit him even though he was driving too fast and in the middle of the road because I did notice the CAR SEAT in the car. I could not in good conscience let the young child get injured. The car slid sideways onto an embankment and then slowly (appeared that way to me) rolled over ending up on its roof.

I had nightmares about it for weeks afterwards and still can not get into a certain angle in a car without panicking.

But…. other than the totaled car I walked away with little injury and I can be grateful for that. Things were okay and my life went on. I still drive even past the spot daily where I rolled the car.

UGH! I am MAD at this dude. So tell me…please….. what do you think?


New Hampshire Tough

I was born New Hampshire tough
Knock me down I’ll get back up.
Blood filled with fire and ice
It takes a strong one to roll the dice.
From my breath the autumn winds blow
I’ll stand outside in blizzards snow.
In Springs rains I’ll laugh and play
And work all the hot summers day.
I’ll farm the ground of granite stone
And I know I’m not alone cuz they’re more just like me,
New Hampshire tough, wild and free.

I read the posts

And see the pics,

And my heart bleeds.

My tears fall.

The lives lost.

The dreams rent.

Farmers hurt.

Livestock gone.

Families wondering what to do.

Feeling lost,

Yet not alone

For neighbors help

even though they hurt too.

This is life.

The farmer’s life.

But through tough times

They continue on.

And though the Blizzard of 2013

caused much destruction.

They farm on.

Farm On