Proverbs 4
5 Get wisdom! Get understanding!
Do not forget, nor turn away from the words of my mouth.
6 Do not forsake her, and she will preserve you;
Love her, and she will keep you.
7 Wisdom is the principal thing;
Therefore get wisdom.
And in all your getting, get understanding.
5 Get wisdom! Get understanding!
Do not forget, nor turn away from the words of my mouth.
6 Do not forsake her, and she will preserve you;
Love her, and she will keep you.
7 Wisdom is the principal thing;
Therefore get wisdom.
And in all your getting, get understanding.
In the first grade, my teacher was a tyrant. My seat was practically right under her nose,
and she was not nice to me. An example
of things that happened: My classmate,
Regina, dropped her pencil (those fat pencils that the school provided) and the
lead broke. My back was to the teacher’s
desk (we sat at tables, 4 to a table) and I never saw what was coming. Regina apparently told the teacher that I
broke the lead, and the next thing I know, I was jerked up out of my seat and
paddled, in front of everyone. I had no
clue what for! Even if it had been my
pencil, we had a pencil sharpener!
Another time, a classmate threw up right beside me, and she wouldn’t let
me move. I had to sit there until the
janitor got it cleaned up.
I was afraid to tell my parents what was going on because that
was the days of “if you get in trouble at school, you’ll get in trouble at
home.” But that treatment reinforced the
lie I already believed: I was treated
that way because I was bigger (and wore cat-eye glasses to boot) than the other
kids. The belief of that lie has caused much grief in my life.
My “unworthiness” was not a conscious thought process. I was not thinking, “I am treated this way
because I am tall.” No, it was something
I just believed, but didn’t realize it until much later in life. I can’t explain what that six year old
Margaret was thinking. (But I’ll have to
add that I felt just as punished because my name was “Margaret” in addition to
being tall, skinny, and wearing glasses.)
As I approached middle school age, I was still taller than most
of my classmates, and I was getting a little chunky in addition to being “big
boned.” I never felt as if I belonged
anywhere, I felt like I couldn’t do anything “good enough.” Good enough for what, or for whom, I am not
sure…but I certainly felt unworthy. It
was in these elementary years that I began my quest for satisfaction in the
form of food…especially junk food.
If you are still with me…you’ve read almost 600 words. Any good blogger knows you shouldn’t use more
than 500 in an entry.
Tomorrow I’ll finish my history and tell you about vindication
and my value.
My first grade teacher was also a tyrant. Just horrid. Your post reminded me of her, that's for sure. If it were not impossible, I'd say Miss Powell was your first grade teacher, too! She favored smacking knuckles with a ruler and public humiliation for disciplinary methods. Unfortunate. Those early experiences do shape us.
ReplyDeleteAs far as number of words per post. blech. People can always stop reading and come back to it. There's no Miss Powell standing over their shoulder with a ruler, you know. :)
Which is a good thing, because I blew those 500 words out of the water with my last post, that's for sure.
Deb
I can relate...
ReplyDeleteI enjoy every word! Will hate the day when I see Z posted because that means back to once a week or so. I am so inspired by your blog.....and especially your weight loss journey. But still working on the courage to begin my own.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy every word. Not looking forward to Z day .... Because daily posts will revert to weekly or so. Your posts are always inspiring...especially your weight loss journey. Still working up the courage to begin mine... Please keep writing....
ReplyDeletePlease start yours....and let me know when you do! And thank you so much for your kind words. Email me anytime. ☺
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