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small medium large Hello Sixth Graders!! Welcome to the middle school. I am so anxious to meet and get to know each and every one of you this year. Hopefully you did some great summer reading and you have some stories to tell me about your favorite books. Your first few days will be hectic in the middle school so don't be afraid to ask me for help if you need to find something or you are having trouble with your locker. Mrs. Lasky Personal narrative: Coming of Age in Rotterdam When I was twelve my friend Lisa and I got our first real jobs. No more babysitting for us, we were headed for the big time. We were making over $2.00 per hour and dreams of mansions and luxury cars loomed large in our heads. We were the proud grocery baggers of the Army PX. The PX was a military grocery store near my home. Our salaries came from customer tips because the PX did not pay us. On average we made about 25 cents for every bag we packed. Now packing a bag might seem like a mindless task but there is a real art to it. We learned how to get the cans and boxes to nestle perfectly and to judge the weight of each filled bag. We learned to pack the cold items together and the cleaning supplies separately from the food items. Last but not least we learned the value of speed and smiles because the more bags we packed and the more we smiled, the more tips we earned. It was a great summer. We made lots of money and I became best friends with Lisa. We vacationed together, shopped together and we were basically inseparable. I have to confess though that there was a fringe benefit to our friendship and that was Lisa’s three, drop dead gorgeous brothers. I was at an age when boys were no longer goofy jerks. Somehow at about eleven or twelve they became VERY interesting. One of Lisa’s brothers, Doug, was the kind of guy that girls just dream of, tall and muscular with blond hair and blue eyes. I soon knew that I was hopelessly in love with dreamy Doug. Every time he was around my heart would beat a tune so loud I was sure that everyone could hear it. I used to get so nervous that all of the saliva in my mouth would dry up and my tongue felt like a large balloon. I think Doug thought that I had a speech impediment because I always sounded like a dope when he was near. Anyway, it became my mission that summer to make a good impression on Doug, the object of my affection. I made an impression all right, one that I will never forget and one Doug probably won’t either. It was the night of Lisa’s birthday and I was invited to go to dinner with her family. Yippee, I finally have the chance to be near Mr. Wonderful and to impress him with my poise, beauty and sense of humor. Well, Lisa’s parents picked us up after a hard day of bagging at the PX and the plan was that they would drop me off at my house to change and return in an hour to pick me up for dinner. An hour passed and from the front of the house I heard the sweet music of their car horn wafting through our windows. Lisa’s whole family including Doug was in the car. I was a happy gal that night. Dinner was uneventful and I actually relaxed and had fun. I spoke to Doug and I didn’t even sound like a bumbling idiot. When the evening was over Lisa’s dad pulled up in front of our driveway, or at least I thought he did. I got out of their car and in a charming and witty fashion I waved goodbye to Lisa’s family including Doug of course when in a split second, the unthinkable happened. Laughing and feeling confident and happy, I continued backing away from the car toward what I thought was the openness of our driveway. Suddenly, without warning I found myself hurling through the air as I did a back flip over our hedges. Like an Olympic athlete experiencing the agony of defeat I landed on the ground with a thud and I prayed to God that under the cloak of darkness the occupants of the car did not see my colossally embarrassing flip over the hedges. God must have been busy doing something important that night. About thirty seconds after I took flight I heard a hugely wild burst of laughter and at that moment I must admit that I believed death would have been easier than facing Lisa’s laughing family again. It has been over thirty years since my less-than-graceful hurtle over the hedges and I can still hear the laughter of Lisa’s family in my head reminding me of my life’s most embarrassing moment. I never bagged groceries after that summer. Lisa’s family moved to Arizona and I never saw Doug again. Somehow though, I will always remember that summer and smile. It was one of the best summers of my life. Life can be really funny sometimes. That PX store is now the district office of Schalmont Central Schools. That twelve year old, hedge flipping, love struck girl is now a Schalmont Middle School teacher who attends meetings in the same building where she once bagged groceries over 35 years ago. Mrs. Perillo-Lasky
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