It was the fall of the year 1961, in my second grade class, that I almost got away the perfect crime. Mrs. Meyers was my second grade teacher and she was a very nice lady. It seemed that she always had some sort of interesting project going on for us. We had just finished with a project that I liked very much. We had put a chicken egg in an incubator, and waited for it to hatch. It was quite a thrill to watch the chick break out of his shell and into the world.
We then moved on to the next project and Mrs. Meyers assured us all that it would be a lot of fun. She said that we were going to learn how to write all the numbers from one to one thousand. At first this did sound like it would be fun, but it wasn’t very far into the project that I started to disagree with her. The first day wasn’t bad, we got a large piece of lined paper and on the first line wrote down the numbers from one to ten. Then on the second line we wrote the numbers from eleven to twenty. This continued on until we got to the bottom of the page where we finished with one hundred.
By the time we got to the third day I was starting to get a little tired of this project, and when the fourth day came I didn’t even want to go to school. We started the forth day at three hundred and one, and by the time I hit the three hundred and thirty mark, I had had about all of it that I could stand.
Just then I got what at the time seemed like the best idea that I had ever thought of. I had thought of the perfect way out this. So I just stopped writing, though I still acted like I was, and I waited until the other kids started turning their papers in. Then I got up and walked over to the wire basket that was on the bookcase where we were to put our completed papers. Once there I acted like I put my paper in the basket and walked back to my desk. Then I would go back up there as if I was checking to make sure I had made no mistakes on my paper. I would go through the basket find one of my classmate’s papers, erase their name and write mine in its place. The perfect crime! I had turned in a paper without having to write a single number.
I followed my plan all the way into the next week. It was on Tuesday of that week that we were doing the seven hundreds and everything had went as planned, until my friend Steve decided to go double check his paper. Unfortunately, it just so happened that Steve was my victim for that day. He found his paper and he had indeed found a big mistake on it, it had my name on it instead of his. Being the friend that he was, Steve immediately took it up with Mrs. Meyers. She called me up to the desk and asked me to explain, but there was no explanation, all I could do was confess. She then informed me that starting that afternoon I would be staying after school to complete the one to one thousand project for her.
I don’t know why I didn’t tell Mrs. Meyers that my mother always picks me up after school, I’m sure if I had we would have done things differently. I was about twenty minutes into my “overtime” when I heard the door to my class open, there stood my mother with a very concerned look on her face. That look of concern rapidly changed into a look of anger as Mrs. Meyers explained the situation to her. When I finally finished the project I got to leave the school and go meet my mom at the car. I was expecting the worst from her when I got there, but even though mom’s tone of voice told her real feelings she said that she thought my staying after school to do this project would be punishment enough and that I was never to do it again.
Now several days had past since the incident and it wasn’t long before I was back in the good graces of my Mother and my teacher, and my friends also got over the dirty deed I did to them. Now whenever I hear the phrase “ Crime doesn’t pay” it takes me back to those days, and I remember how I learned that lesson well when I was in the second grade.
thanks for sharing this. a good story indeed, jack, as your others always are!! keep up the good work, my friend!! love, your friend, karen lynn. :) (((HUGS)))
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