Here at Be the Boy we are honoring the start of the new school year with school related stories from the archives. This takes place in 1982, when I was in second grade.
When I was 7 it was a very good year
When I was in second grade, 1982, we lived in a basement apartment on the property adjacent to my school. On school days we’d all leave the house at 8:15 am, my mom would take my sister to the babysitter on her way to work while my brother and I would walk around the corner to our school. School didn’t start until 9:00 am but if you got there early you could run around in the gym and throw basketballs at other kids.
Technically the throwing basketballs wasn’t allowed but these morning free play sessions were supervised by our gym teacher who didn’t care much for stopping us from hurting ourselves. He couldn’t have been more than in his mid 20’s and he’d play music in the morning, generally hits of the day while we played and he chatted it up with the hotter moms. One morning while Asia’s Heat of the moment was playing I got hit in the face with a basketball and retaliated by hitting the kid who threw it in the face with my lunchbox. From then on I was no longer permitted to go to the gym play time, instead, if I had to come to school early I was supposed to go sit in the office with the kids who either got banned from the gym or who started fires until my teacher came to get me. For the first few days I did this until I thought of a better way to spend my morning. I’d walk my brother to the school door and then when he went towards the gym I’d turn around and run back around the corner, go home and play Atari until I heard the first bell at the school ring, then quickly run back to school. This went flawlessly until the day I was playing Pitfall and I got on a roll, by the time the warning bell rang I already had found the money bag, the silver bars, the gold bars, the diamond ring and hit a new high score…school would have to wait. In fact I never even went to school that day, I stayed home, played Atari and ate cookies. After the school called that evening to ask why I had missed class I tried to explain that I was breaking my Pitfall personal best but mom wasn’t aware of how cool this was and I had to sit in the office until they let me back in the gym.