There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep. Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault
Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon
If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault
Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon
Thursday, April 23, 2015
“Pesky Details”
Leaving an ingredient out or putting the
wrong ingredient in can make all the difference in the outcome of the
dish. Thousandths of a second is the
difference in victory and second place.
We know details make all the difference.
Two third graders were discussing the details of romance, a tricky
subject at best. One third grader had
narrowed it down to these essential ingredients and shared with his
friend. “If you are going to have a
relationship with a girl,” he said, “you need to remember these four
things. 1. Be a man. 2. Smell like a man. 3. Take care of your girl. 4. Never, ever tell her that she needs to
lose weight. Ernest Hemingway said, “Every
man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he
died that distinguish one man from another.”
I believe it is safe to say if you do not abide by detail four I can
tell you why you possibly died.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
“Discovery”
Lore has it that when the Greek scholar
Archimedes stepped into a bath and the water level rose he understood the
relationship between the displacement of water and the volume of the object
being placed in the water. Presumably at
the moment of discovery he called out “Eureka” the Greek equivalent of I have
found. Discovery can be a powerful
moment. What discovery was made on a bus
full of middle school students I am not sure.
As we traveled down the road the moment of discovery must have occurred
for one student, for he yelled out, “Urethra”.
There was a moment of silence when all heads turned towards him. “What?” he said as he faced his fellow
students. At this point the stares had changed to laughter. Trying to ease the awkwardness of the
situation I said, “A very fine scientific word but possible not one to be
shouted out on a bus.” With a genuinely confused look he said, “What do you
think I said?” It was repeated by those
around him. Now with a blush to his face
he said, “No I said Eureka, I said Eureka.”
With much laughter he was reassured of what he had really said. He lowered his head in embarrassment and all
soon returned to normal. Before he left
the bus he looked at me and asked, “By the way what does that mean?” I assured him he had not entered the world of
words that mom will wash your mouth out for and that he should just go home and
look it up. His friend said he would but
he was afraid his mother would check his internet history on the computer. They say knowledge is power, but a little
knowledge in the hands of a middle school student is a dangerous thing.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
"Finding Rest"
We have all been tired and in need of rest
for our weary bodies. We have also known
the weariness of spirit. A spirit in
need of rejuvenation and rest cannot find comfort in a rested body but a tired
body can be strengthened by a renewed spirit.
I assume a student was weary in spirit when he leaned forward and said
in a very soft subdued voice, “Mr. Brandon do you think you could sing Amazing Grace for me?” After a few
verses he said, “That was pretty good.
That’s my grandma’s favorite song.”
This in turn must have put another rider to thinking because in the same
soft tones she asked, “Mr. Brandon do you think you could,” she paused and I
wondered what comfort her little spirit needed, “could you whistle the tune
from the Andy Griffith Show?” We each
find solace in our own way.
Friday, April 17, 2015
“Deep In the Heart Of……”
Most of you understand that
I have many nick names for the students that ride the bus each day. Some of the nick names I actually call them
when they are on the bus and some nick names I only use here to protect the
innocent or guilty whichever way you want to go. As the students were getting off the bus I
called them by name saying have a good afternoon. I said goodbye to Sharkie, because she has an
aquarium shirt with a shark on it that she is fond of. Then there was Hollywood, because I didn’t
know her name and she was wearing sunglasses one day so, Hollywood. I was not aware that a young lady behind me
was listening as I commented to each person as they left the bus. When I pulled to her house and called her by
her actual name she said, “Why don’t I have a nick name?” It was a reasonable
question. I thought about her personality
not a tom boy but not girly, girly either.
Well maybe attire. Some days a cute girl outfit, others days shorts,
t-shirt and tennis shoes. This could
prove difficult. But before I had a
chance to render my verdict she said, “I want to be called, Tex.” So, Tex it is. You never really know what lies deep in the
heart of a person. It may be a dusty old
cowboy.
“Prepper”
On a dark and stormy morning there is a
quick flash of light from behind me.
There was just something about it that did not register as a flash of
lighting. Then there it was again. I looked in the mirror and was none to
surprised to see Mr. Mucus with a head lamp on.
“What’s up with the light?” I asked.
“You never know what this weather is going to do,” he responded. “I want
to be ready so I also got some crackers in one pocket and a bottle of water in
the other, just in case we have to go to the basement for a tornado.” If we go
to the basement I know who I’m sitting next to.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
“Movie Review”
Wanting to share his new movie knowledge a
third grader asked, “Mr. Brandon have you seen the movie Tammy?” Mentally I run through my movie library. Let’s see there was Tammy and the Bachelor,
Tammy Tell Me True, Tammy and the Doctor, and Tammy and the Millionaire. Each had the same story line. Young naive country girl, my favorite was
Sandra Dee, who lives with her grandfather and prays to God about the many
confusing thing in her life, falls in love with sophisticated man about
town. She sings about nature and especially
about her new found love and in turn is rejected by high society. High society then learns valuable lessons
from the girl with the pure and loving heart.
Holding these movies with fond memories and knowing we all have sang
along to “Tammy, Tammy, Tammy’s in love” I said, “Tell me about it.” Then I settled back to listen to the
heartwarming story as told through the eyes of a younger generation. “Well,” he began, “there was this girl who
got fired from her job so she stole a bunch of stuff and then her and her
grandma went on a trip. Her grandma was
on a lot of medication and she wouldn’t take it so she acted crazy all the
time. Then they picked up a guy on the
trip and they did some things that I can’t say because you know it was rated
R.” I pulled the plug on the movie
summary with a “What are you watching R rated movies for?” “I don’t know, I just wanted to know if you
had seen the movie,” he said. So one
generation watches a rather admittedly, campy movie about a young girl named
Tammy, who loves, cares for, and respects her grandfather who has very few
material good and offers only love and understanding in return. She treats others with respect even when
looked down on and we see how other can respond when shown the right
example. Another generation watches a movie
about a young lady named Tammy that has no respect for herself or those around
her. She goes on a trip with her heavily
medicated grandmother, because the grandmother has money. They drink, steel, and pick up strange men
along the way doing things that no one should be doing. There are some who would argue that a movie
is just entertainment and whether we watch or don’t watch has nothing to do
with the morals of our society. I’m not
one of them. I believe tonight I will
watch a Tammy movie where the most provocative nude scene is when Tammy dangles
her bare feet in the waters of the Mississippi River.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
"Light the Corner of My Mind"
A sight, a smell, a sound
all can trigger memories that come back to us and fill our hearts as if we were
living them again. And they don’t have
to make sense to anyone else, nor should they, but they are a part of us we
cannot escape. In the quiet of the night
all alone, if I hear a refrigerator running I cannot help but find myself as a
small boy in bed at my grandparent’s house safe and warm in the spare room next
to the kitchen. The right song on the
oldies station can restore to me again my small children singing from the back
seat of the car. What sight, sound, or
smell triggered a memory for Mr. Mucus I do not know but he said, “Mr. Brandon,
do you remember when I was little and …..”
He has been riding the bus for five years so at this point many fond
memories ran through my mind. The time
he was a super spy, when he told me I could be a part of his scout troop, or
the many times he has told me, “I love you man.” So I was a little set back
with the end of the statement. “and I
would get sick and throw up almost every day?”
Yes I remembered, over twenty times in one year. I know how I felt about those memories but it
was obviously not how he felt for he ended with, “Good times, good times.”
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