My teacher was Mrs. Vivian McGelligot. She wore old lady heeled black lace up shoes and flowered dresses. She kept a lace trimmed hanky tucked into her watch band.
I loved her.
I was the good little smart girl who folded my hands on my desk and sat quietly when I finished my work. I always finished first.
One day, Mrs. McGelligot told me that, because I was sitting quietly and not bothering the other students, I could go to the library.
I walked down the hall from the kindergarten/first/second grade wing to the far wing beyond the principal’s office. It was so lovely and quiet in the hall.
I got to the library and walked into the rest of my life. The universe stopped for me so that I could feel the moment and know who I was and where I belong.
It was also in second grade that, again, sitting quietly at my desk, I realized – or decided – that “those” rules were for the others, not for me. More on not being a rules follower another time.
Second grade, a good year.
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