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Looking at the administrator and counselor, I noticed they quietly sat there and didnt utter a word. The principal sat there, attempting to think of an excuse. I tried to break the silence after several minutes. I asked him if he remembered the senior officers who destroyed a library lock, and the school punished them with a fine of $125 a couple of years ago. They were sent home early. But three students came back to school and apologized. The principal nodded his head, even though he was puzzled about why I said this.
One of the kids was my son. He was the vice president. I told him, "When you called me to pick the kids up, I asked my husband to come home early. So when I brought back my son and a couple of his friends, both my husband and I asked them why they did such a thing. Didnt they know they had done a bad thing? Surprisingly, they shook their heads. I was shocked because they insisted it was a senior tradition to destroy something on school property. They said that they didnt want to do it, but the junior students claimed that if the seniors did not do anything, they would.
Wow, What a tradition! We were speechless. I then asked them if they loved their home and whether they would destroy anything in their home, and they said no. I questioned them if they liked their school, and they said yes. I continued, "Dont you consider school your second home? Besides your own home, you spend the most time at school." They seemed to understand gradually, and they realized that this tradition was wrong. They went back to school and apologized to the principal.
During their graduation ceremony, a news reporter asked them if there was anything they wanted to advise the juniors. You may not know what they said, but I would like to tell you. They said, "Dont repeat what we did to the school."The room was silent after I finished the story. The administrator and counselor remained tongue-tied. But the principal didnt want to give up. He said that he would let the student body make the final decision.
A few days after our meeting, the principal called me and asked me to meet him in his office the next Monday. I was confused as to what else he could have to say to me, but on Saturday night, I received a phone call from my daughters classmate, Robert. He apologized to me because he used my daughter as a scapegoat for his wrongdoing in the school. He felt guilty and couldnt sleep. He informed me he would be going into the principals office to clear my daughters name on Monday. I told him that the principal wanted to meet with me at the same time. He suggested for me to wait to see the principal until after he told the principal the truth. Sure enough, the secretary told me that I could go home, and I did not need to meet with the principal after Roberts confession. Even so, I still had to worry about what the student body meeting would designate as my daughters punishment.
And so the student body held their meeting. The meeting lasted five hours. Finally, they decided they would not remove my daughters title, but she would have to attend a "rehab school." for one week. My daughter was happy that she could keep her title, but she was worried about going to that school because she was told it was only for the problematic students to go. Unexpectedly, she came home from "rehab school" that first day happy. She told me that she knew the teacher well because she had gone to the school office to help them many times. All of the so-called "problematic kids" just had outrageous behavior: maybe they didnt get enough love from a parent or experienced the divorce of the parents, etc. They were good kids; they just needed love. Im glad she got this experience to learn how powerful love is and how love can affect others and, more importantly, love others.
I thought that all of the problems were solved and that I could take it easy. Then, I was told that the school magazine was going to run a big article about the incident. Immediately, I contacted the newspaper adviser, and I explained the situation to her. She agreed not to publish the article, but she called me the next day, telling me that some of the students wanted to make a big deal out of it.
I requested to meet with the editors. After the meeting, they all had different opinions, and I later found out that one editor in particular who insisted on publishing the article had run for my daughters position and lost to her. In the end, I told them how I felt about the whole thing. I said, "One day, you will reach my age, and you will think back on what you did when you were young, especially the things you regret." I assured them that they would regret it if they were to publish it. If they made a large spectacle out of it, their friend (aka my daughter) would have no choice but to leave their school that she loves so much and leave her friends. She would have faced criticism and shame from the whole school. In the end, I could only ask them to search within to find out what they should do. I knew that, honestly, I had come to an end. There was nothing I could do but to leave everything to God.
When the newspaper came out, there was a small section about this incident. But even with that tiny article, it proved that Gods wisdom was far greater than ours. Because when the students picked up the newspaper after the class, they went home for three weeks of Chrismas break. Of course by the time they got back from the holidays, the kids had forgotten what had happened!
The Thanksgiving day this year happens to fall on both of my daughter and her fathers birthday. Thinking back of what had transpired to my daughter during her high school years, I was thankful that God stepped in when I ran out of my strength and wisdom to solve her issue then. Now, I realize the precious experience she encountered before has made her what she is today -a beautiful person who is confident, passionate, loving, and considerate to everyone she comes in contact with.
Never do I know all the challenges turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
Happy birthday to you, Floy! I Love you!
Birthday cake by Lynn Yang
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