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Continued: Readers share their back-to-school memories

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David Hawley, Minneapolis

 

Hi, Dad!

I started first grade in a new school, St. Boniface Catholic School.

My mother asked me how my first day went. I told her a man with a lot of kids came and talked to us.

Mom wanted to know how I knew he had a lot of kids. I told her all the boys and girls said “Good morning, Father” when he walked in the classroom.

 

Jean Seward, Fridley

And who are you?

After my first two years of college, having satisfied all of the general ed requirements, I was eager to begin my major classes in psychology. The first day of that first psychology major class, I got there early and set up, only to notice a very young, rosy-faced person walk in and immediately go up to the lectern and look around.

Being young and cocky and very much full of myself, I approached him and “Excuse me, but that’s where the professor stands!”

He then politely informed me that he was, in fact, the professor. The one with whom I would go on to have all but one of my psychology classes over the next two years.

Fortunately, he forgave me. We’ve been friends now for 31 years.

 

Jeff Seiler, Minneapolis

 

Who’s on first

More than 60 years ago, aware of either being led astray by an older student or looking really stupid searching for my assigned homeroom, I decided to be proactive. (Of course, we didn’t use that word then.)

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