As a kid, I kept my nose pretty clean. But there were a few times when I had to serve detention at school. Some of them were were detentions for our whole class, including a particularly awesome 3-hour silence block on a Saturday morning. (“Come in, sit down, and be quiet.”)
But there was one for me personally, and that was on a field trip to the Museum of Science and Industry. We arrived at the museum in the morning and were given free reign with our selected buddies. We were told to turn to the main entrance at, oh let’s say, 2.
Pinger Greg and I were buddied up and, in general, had a splendid time. We were in an exhibit when we heard the very loud voice of our teacher. “PAUL AND GREG! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG WE WERE LOOKING FOR YOU?” Of course, we hadn’t.
The clocks had changed the weekend prior to this trip, and when checking in on time… my watch hadn’t been changed. So we blew the deadline by a full hour.
We were brought back to the bus – full of anxious kids, waiting to get home – and after a meeting with the principal, we were given detention the next day. Our assignment? Write an essay on various idioms related to time. Mine was, “Time is money.”
I don’t know if really believe that, but for that hour of detention, I most certainly felt like someone owed me some cash.
Posted in Childhood Memories
Greg November 16, 2011, 3:51 pm
At least you remembered what you wrote. I have no clue! I guess the joke’s on them. I am still late for appointments.