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Lesson learned during a bowling tournamentthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:other, 1779 words)

Author: Harrison0978
Added: Jul 19 2010Views / Reads: 929 / 797 [86%]Story vote: 8.75 (4 votes)
Returning to his hometown to be in a bowling tournament after being gone several decades, a teacher's son finds himself at a funeral for one of his father's favorite students
 


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Many persons are glad to shake the dust off one's shoes and leave the hometown for better opportunities. I am no exception, but I also left for another reason—my dad had been wronged by the school system that he had conscientiously served for approaching two decades. He was a good teacher, hardworking and dedicated. I did not attend the junior high school where he taught, but, more than once, when a classmate asked me, "Is Mr Sutherland your dad?" and I answered, "Yes", the response would be: "He was tough, but fair."

But he had touch of naivete, and he told me, more than once, that that characteristic ruined his chances for advancement, at least in Henderson, New York, my home town. The principal at his junior high had resigned, and my dad made the mistake of saying something such as "I hope Mr Tallman is appointed". Well, Mr Tallman wasn't, but Mr Irwin was, and that bitter, politically astute man made it known that "Mr Sutherland will never be promoted to anything, if I have anything to say about it!."

Well, Mr Irwin did have something to say about it, and my dad was never promoted, although he traded being a junior high school teacher for becoming a college professor, and upon his retirement he was named Associate Professor, Emeritus. But petty Mr Irwin was superintendent of schools when I graduated from high school and I faced the unwelcome experience of receiving my diploma from him and, of course, shaking his hand. ...

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