Saloma Miller Furlong's Blog
Snapshots - 3
Today I get back to my Snapshots series that I started a while ago.
Once I got used to Kindergarten in public school, I loved school. My teacher was wonderful and I felt part of the group. Entering first grade was another difficult transition. The days seemed so long. The classroom was less relaxed, and the teacher was much more uptight than Mrs. Maloney had been.
There were three reading groups in first grade, Groups A, B, and C. I was in the B group, and I tried so hard to read well so that I could move into the A group. Then at some point I realized I’d never seen anyone get “promoted” from one group to another.
There was a routine in Mrs. Molzen’s class. She could get pretty stern with children. I managed to stay out of her way most of the time. In late afternoon, not long before it was time to go home, the janitors brought glass bottles of milk in crates to our classroom for snack time. One afternoon, they came up short. Mrs. Molzen was fussing over this. I wasn’t paying much attention until I looked up and saw three bottles sitting on the shelf inside the door. I jumped up out of my desk, pointed at the three bottles, and said, “There are some! They are right there!”
Mrs. Molzen grabbed me, and with her fingernails biting into my arm, she guided me back to my seat and said, “I did not ask you to get out of your desk, now you go back and sit down! We have already counted those!” I could feel my face become red with shame as the other children simply looked at me.
Below is a photo of my first grade class. It’s easy to see who I was, given I was the only Amish child in my first-grade class.
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