By Ellie Behman
When September and October roll around I tend to look back on my early school days in Brunswick, especially the first day of school. I have so many happy memories of that time of my life even though I had a rough start. Our family moved from Cleveland where we knew everyone on the street and beyond and the country became our new home where farms were far apart and we seldom saw our neighbors. We walked everywhere in the city and back then I sometimes felt trapped.
That all changed quickly as I made new friends and began to fit in. Life became sweeter when I met my first love, a young boy named Bill. I was a shy 12-year-old but I noticed him right away and became fond of him. He played the piano and I was very impressed as that was my dream, becoming a pianist.
These were the thoughts that brought forth a wry smile when remembered. The heart skips a beat and breathing becomes rapid. A first love has a place of honor among many other firsts. The first kiss, the first hand-holding episode, the first wink, the first love note. He seemed so much more mature and dignified than I as I was rather childish and naive.
One afternoon I was in class, led by a very strict teacher, Mr. Jacobs. We respected him and didn’t want to get into trouble in his class. However, he had a glass eye and we were never sure who he was looking at as his eyes wandered around the classroom. Just when I thought I was safe from his glassy glare, I began whispering to my friends as I was sure he wasn’t looking at me. I was not only wrong, I was mortified. He bellowed “Eleanor, since you like to talk so much why don’t you turn and talk to the wall the rest of the period?”
My embarrassment elevated later as Bill walked into the classroom after his piano lesson and saw me standing nose to chalk board. I believe that was the beginning of the end as we seemed to drift apart from that moment on.
It could have been worse. If anyone in study hall was caught chewing gum back then, the teacher, who was in charge, told them to place it on their nose for the remainder of the period. Thank you, Mr. Jacobs, for a lighter sentence.
Ellie has been a freelance writer for more than 40 years and has written over 400 articles. She and her husband spend as much time as possible at their cabin where they enjoy the beauty of the surrounding area. This is where the majority of her writing is done as it is the perfect quiet setting for a writer.