In my school I had a reputation of being an outstanding teacher, respected by administration, parents, teachers, and students. I was lead teacher, assigned to committees, in charge when the principle was gone, all that ego-stroking good stuff. Although it’s very immodest to say so, I was considered the number one teacher in that school—at least for a few years.

There is a problem in the horizon! A new teacher came on board. She was smart! She was pretty! She was sweet!  And I heard  she was going to be put on a committee I wanted on.

I always arrived at school early and checked the mail.  ….What’s this?  There was a letter from the administration confirming her appointment. Oh, the possibilities that popped into my head. Lose the letter. File 13, maybe? Stick it under the third class stuff? Well, I didn’t do any of that. If I had, I probably wouldn’t be telling the story. But this story shows that it is not always money that spells a Waterloo for everyone. For me it was pride, jealously, and envy.    


NOTE TO MRS. K.  — How I would love to find you, but I can’t even remember your last name! I remember you, however, with lots of love and appreciation. You were a great team teacher. Probably absolutely unaware of this “problem” I had! It didn’t last long. You won me over fast, and I’m proud of the promotions you received and the kids and teachers you touched. I will look further for you if I can find someone who remembers your name. In case you should see this, I send my love.

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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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6 Responses to WHAT’S YOUR PRICE? (Part 4)

  1. been there done that Oneta—I too was one of those “top dog” leave in charge teachers…teacher of the school, the system, the year types whose time was merely that…a moment…
    and soon there were younger, prettier, smarter, more innovative new teacher to come along….and then it was time to retire and move over—an often hard lesson but humbling and good.

  2. Faye says:

    Oh how we do need to look back at ourselves and see where we were and what we achieved etc and also be aware of how just like in the blinking of an eye it all was whisked away. 35 years of faithful Christian Religious teaching in three schools and then……….time to move on……same with church leadership and service. The only lasting is Christ Himself and your blog is appreciated because you expressed it so well. The Long gone …..ones who came after…..God Bless them abundantly…….for us we must live as Present…..Future People looking forward to the Kingdom of Christ and being the Light in the world his Personal Relationship enables us to be. You continue to inspire. Thank you!.

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