PASSING BACK PAPERS…

PASSING BACK PAPERS…

Remember when you used to want to volunteer to pass back papers
in school? When it used be a great honor if you were picked and you would
fight nail and tooth to keep your stack in its entirety? Well, I do. It was back
in first grade, even to this day I am amazed at myself by this story, and I was
called on to pass back papers. It was just the greatest job. Getting to move
around while everybody else had to sit in their chairs having nothing to do
but watch YOU getting to move around. Moving around at age 6 is very
important to a child. So anyway, here I am, and I am loving it. Well, a few
papers in , I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. NEVER. I couldn’t or I
would lose my stack to someone else! I kept passing back. The urge
again…once again, the force upon my little Amy bladder was ignored. Well,
I believe I have always been known to be somewhat stubborn, even in my
little days and there was absolutely NO way that I was going to give away
that stack! So I just stood in the corner there and let that urge fly with
papers in hand and pants on! After I had finished, I went right back to my
paper passing with a little yellow puddle over in the corner of the room. I
still don’t know to this day if anyone knew it was me. I can’t imagine how
they wouldn’t know. Wouldn’t I have a big wet stain on my backside? I
mean, I was standing in the lines they make us stand in before lunch and all
of that and somebody in my class even asked me if I knew who did it. Kids
don’t beat around the bush at that age do they? I mean, wouldn’t they just
say “Ewww, it was YOU!?” I replied that I had been passing back papers…☺
“Oh,” said the little girl… Triumphant, they had no idea…I was victorious. I
would wet my pants in the class and still remain the class favorite. Whoa ha
haha. And don’t pretend YOU wouldn’t have done the same thing…☺

Amy’s Christmas Story (2003)