This week’s election brought back memories of my brief presidential campaign in fifth grade–and led to these three thoughts for Thursday:
- When Chuck Cram and I ran against one another for class president, our teacher Miss Harley didn’t allow us to trash talk one another. Too bad she wasn’t in charge this year’s election.
- Our campaign was devoid of debates for two reasons: we were more interested in watching Gilligan’s Island and The Beverly Hillbillies than preparing for a debate, since we all knew from the outset who would win.
- Chuck won the election. He was a shoo-in from the start, since our class had more boys than girls in it. Too bad decisions aren’t that easy to make these days!
What presidential thoughts are rattling around in your mind? Leave a comment.
Your memory is better than mine. I remember Miss Harley, but I don’t remember the election…guess it really left an impact, huh?
Maybe your childhood had more highlights than mine did. I also remember a comment you made in science class in 5th or 6th grade when we studied the circulatory system. Your family had been on vacation in Colorado. You said you pricked a finger or something when you were on top of the mountain, and your blood looked more blue than red. I don’t know which impressed me more: the fact that your family went on vacations (we didn’t) or that your blood had been blue.