Slice of Life 10: Worrying

March 10, 2009

Slice of Life Challenge hosted by TwoWritingTeachers

I remember my senior year of high school.  I was sitting in government class when my name was called over the loud speaker to come to the Principal’s office.  The Principal’s office?  I remember wondering.  I immediately began worrying – what did I do?  I had never been to the Principal’s office and here I was going.  I did my best to listen in school and was respectful to my teachers.  I was quiet (yes, for those of you who know me, I really was).  I was unsure and always questioning myself.

So walking down the stairs and heading to the Principal’s office, my heart pounded.  What are mom and dad going to say?  I racked my brain and still could not think of anything that I had done wrong.  The secretary saw me enter, smiled softly  and said to go on in to the Principal’s office.  I hesitated for just a moment – oh, no!  Something horrible has happened to mom or dad.  I bet someone is in the hospital, a car crash.  Unpleasant thoughts went through my head during those few seconds.

Turning the nob, I entered.  I stopped almost immediately and then became puzzled.  What was Kevin doing in here?   A class mate of mine who I had in several classes, Kevin was smiling – smiling.  I wondered why we were here together.  Even then, I did not get a clue that something good might be happening.

I sat down.  Mr. B said, “Well, I want to begin by congratulating you both on an honorable job you have done here at SCHS.  I’m proud to know that you  have the qualifications to become whatever you want to be.  SCHS is proud of  you.”  I remember smiling politely, but still being confused.  It’s comical looking back.

Mr. B continued, “I want to be the first to congratulate you, Kevin, on becoming the class valedictorian.  And you, MaryHelen, on being the class salutatorian.”  Kevin was grinning from ear to ear.  Me, I was just re-leaved.  I was re-leaved that I wasn’t getting a detention or that my parents weren’t in a car wreck or any other horrible thought I had been having.

Salutatorian.  Salutatorian???   “Oh, thank you,”  I managed to say.  Because my heart still was racing, my enthusiasm was not at it’s height at that moment.  Who would have thought that I was being called in for an honor?  I learned a lesson that day.  I needed to be looking at the full side of the glass, not the empty part.