It's what school is for, not just lessons in various subjects and academic disciplines, but in life as well. Lessons such as "Don't take kind-hearted people for granted."
In my old website, Hilo Days, I recounted such an incident that happened during my senior year at Hilo High School. Read, and see if you can learn a lesson too.
Cutting Class?
Our zoology/physiology teacher, Mr. James Noda, once turned me in for cutting class.
In my old website, Hilo Days, I recounted such an incident that happened during my senior year at Hilo High School. Read, and see if you can learn a lesson too.
Cutting Class?
Our zoology/physiology teacher, Mr. James Noda, once turned me in for cutting class.
I
didn't actually cut class of course, but he wanted to teach me a lesson. It was
during the preparation for the annual senior dance.
I
was to be in charge of lights, a rather innocuous job, but an important one
none-the-less. No lights, no dance. I never took it seriously until the day of
the dance when I discovered we were short about two dozen light bulbs.
So, I
had to scramble, appropriate some from my home and my friends' homes, and buy
some with no approved budget.
We
had a meeting that started during the lunch hour, and ran late. Instead of
asking permission from Mr. Noda, I stayed at the meeting that cut into the time
I was supposed to be in Mr. Noda's class. So I just never went.
I
got a note in my next class to see counselor Mr. Ung Soy Afook (initials
"USA") immediately. He called me into his office and showed me a note
he had gotten from Mr. Noda. It read: "Call Craig Miyamoto in and scold
him for cutting my class!"
Now,
this was the only time I ever talked to Mr. Afook, and when I was called to see
him, I could only imagine the worst things happening. My ass was grass, right? Wrong.
Mr.
Afook said Mr. Noda probably was just hurt that I hadn't consulted him before staying
at the late meeting, and that I should just go up to him and apologize for not
thinking clearly.
So,
I went up to Mr. Noda's class immediately, hat in hand (well, not really, I
didn't wear a hat), and apologized for being so stupid. What could he say? He
forgave me, for after all, he knew I wanted to be a doctor, and I was
one of his favorite students.
It goes without saying that I got an A in his class.
It goes without saying that I got an A in his class.
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