This was my seventh grade year. By this point, I was starting to get an impressive resume of schools.
Resume order:
Grade, Town, Teacher, Reason for leaving.
Kindergarten, East Globe, Esther Preston, Globe, AZ, school district changed.
First Grade, Central Elementary, Virginia Dolan, Miami AZ, moved to seminary,
Second Grade, Bienville School, generic second grade teacher, New Orleans, LA, moved to better housing.
Second Grade, W.C.C. Clairborne Elementary, Ms. Grant, New Orleans, LA, same school. I tell the amusing story of The Second Grade here:
https://laughingatsid.wordpress.com/2013/05/18/discipline/
Third Grade, W.C.C. Clairborne Elementary, Ms. Danton, New Orleans, LA, same school.
Fourth Grade, W.C.C Clairborne Elementary, generic fourth grade teacher, New Orleans, left for a private school (lasted one day).
Fourth Grade, Clifton Ganus, generic fourth grade teacher, New Orleans, LA, moved to church field.
Fourth Grade, Valley Forge North, Diane Something, Kentwood, LA same school.
Fifth Grade, Valley Forge North, Daniel Carroll, Kentwood LA, moved to a better school.
Sixth Grade, Valley Forge Central, Anne Elzey, Amite LA, changed churches.
Seventh Grade, Southwest Mississippi Christian Academy, assorted teachers, Ruth, NS, left church.
Eight years, eight schools, are you starting to see a pattern?
To continue:
Eighth Grade, Mississippi Baptist Academy, assorted teachers, Dad took a church in Oak Ridge, TN.
Eighth Grade, Jefferson Jr. High, assorted teachers, same school.
Ninth Grade, Jefferson Jr. High, assorted teachers, changed school district.
Ninth Grade, Norwood Middle School, assorted teachers. It was a tough school, and I kept getting in trouble.
Ninth Grade, homeschooled, my mammer, went to a Christian school.
Tenth Grade, Mt. Pisgah Christian Academy, my mammer again, Dad started a school.
Eleventh Grade, Hagen School of Kentwood, my mammer again, same school.
Twelfth Grade, Hagen School of Kentwood, my mammer again, graduated finally!
I really hesitate to post this blog because it sounds like me whining. These are fairly impressive statistics. I made fourteen schools in thirteen years. Military brats think my schooling was unstable. I met a girl once whose father managed hotels, and they lived on site who had twenty schools. I wasn’t worthy.
As a funny irony, Dad and Mom settled down in the same area and never moved again. Forty years later, after Mom passed, and Dad’s health was failing, he still would not move! It worked out fine, but I often thought that of all the times we moved, he owed me one move at my request. Alas, I could never outstubborn Dad.
To be fair to mom and Dad, they cared deeply about my education. In some of the changes, they spent a lot of money trying to give me the best education they could possibly give me. Often, they couldn’t help the situation. Three times, they had to leave a ministry suddenly without having that much of a choice. The really bad side of a quick move is that we had to move into something temporary while they sorted out what their next move was in life. This usually turned three new schools into six.
Before you relegate my blog to the “Grumpy Old Man” file of perpetual whiners, I plan to discuss how the circumstances turned my life into the rich tapestry of experiences my life became. It was both painful and good for me.
The next stop, “Southwest Mississippi Christian Academy.