Just so those who do not read comments do not miss out on this "CLASSIC" Grandma Effie story, I copied and am pasting this for a post. The following is by Janell...
Here's another story about Grandma, and this one is one of Marc’s favorites!!
When I was little and Grandma and Grandpa were visiting I would beg to sleep in their bed with them. Grandma would take advantage of these nights, not to tell me fairytales and other bedtime stories, but to teach me the multiplication tables. I don’t know how many slumber parties it took, but I finally had my times tables memorized.
The problem happened when my teacher started teaching us the multiplication tables – I think it was in third grade??? I did not inherit the family “patience” gene, and as our teacher was trying to teach the rest of the class what 2 times 2 was, I really couldn’t restrain myself from yelling out. “Four. Four. The Answer is Four.” This continued for a few minutes, with the teacher trying to get our class to give her the answer she was looking for, nobody responding, and me “humphing,” sighing loudly, in all shapes and forms behaving badly and rudely, then finally saying in a patronizing voice, “the answer is 6.” The answer is 2. Or whatever it was. I can only imagine how irritating I was! Well, the teacher didn’t put up with that for too long. After 20 minutes or so of these repeated behaviors, she said because I obviously new the “2s” so well, I could be excused and go read outside of class.
The story doesn’t end there. Grandma and Grandpa happened to be visiting that very same day. When Grandma heard the teacher had, in essence, kicked me out of the classroom, she said, “That dumb dumb. If she had two brain cells to rub together she would have left the classroom and let Janell teach the class!”
And THAT is who our grandmother was – someone who truly believed one of her third-grade grandchildren was better prepared to teach a class of other third-graders than the teacher. =)
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