“Mrs. Dew, CAN I PLAY WITH THE TOYS?”
That was me. First grade. Back when I owned the world. I could play with whatever toys I wanted. All the old people would have to listen to my words. Holy, I was a kid and they were going to have to listen to me. The Lego Bricks would appear at my feet within 30 seconds of my asking or all hell would break loose.
But Mrs. Dew wasn’t some pushover. It probably had something to do with her being an elementary school teacher for over 30 years…After the first day of hearing all the whining and crying for toys, she sat the class down on the carpet. She clapped her hands together (TA-TA- tata-TA*) and shut us all up.
“Class. Remember. Patience is a virtue.”
That was a line that was hammered into my head. Over and over. I heard it all through my first grade year, then through my second grade year when she was my teacher again, then again through the third grade year when Mrs. Dew was a substitute teacher.
So all of elementary school, “patience is a virtue” was stuck in my head. I was being psychologically conditioned and subliminally implanted to barf this out of my head. Once a teacher asked for the definition of “patience”, and I distinctly remember screaming out “A VIRTUE!”