11-21-2018, 09:17 AM
Dear Mr. P,
I just read your answer to that lady who inquired about the badges.
I think I can explain our, at least my, almost embarrassingly obsessive need for a badge.
As I began my first day in kindergarten, I received from my sweet teacher, Miss Sullivan, a gold star for helping a little boy she had noticed bent over a bench in the play yard during recess. The boy was crying. He was bleeding a little from his nose.
Miss Sullivan thanked me for helping little Luther. Teacher appeared to be impressed with my show of compassion.
That gold star began my life in academia with a keen observation: If you punch a little boy in the nose for taking your seat on the only bench in the play yard and then threatened to give him a black eye if he tells, teacher will give you a gold star.
(I honestly feel I have found a home here with YARC.)
Thank you,
Liv
I just read your answer to that lady who inquired about the badges.
I think I can explain our, at least my, almost embarrassingly obsessive need for a badge.
As I began my first day in kindergarten, I received from my sweet teacher, Miss Sullivan, a gold star for helping a little boy she had noticed bent over a bench in the play yard during recess. The boy was crying. He was bleeding a little from his nose.
Miss Sullivan thanked me for helping little Luther. Teacher appeared to be impressed with my show of compassion.
That gold star began my life in academia with a keen observation: If you punch a little boy in the nose for taking your seat on the only bench in the play yard and then threatened to give him a black eye if he tells, teacher will give you a gold star.
(I honestly feel I have found a home here with YARC.)
Thank you,
Liv

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