Sunday, May 08, 2011
A Friday Lesson
Posted by David Bogner on May 8, 2011 | Permalink
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Oh that's a great story for me to head off to bed with. I just want to hug that teacher. If you ever collect him again, please tell him he has a Kiwi fan!
Posted by: Kiwi Noa | May 8, 2011 12:50:33 PM
If you're not friends with the school janitor/s, you're cruisin' for trouble.... He was nice about it, though.
Posted by: Maureen | May 8, 2011 1:52:35 PM
Great story. I hope the pompous, self-important, schoolboy got the message.
Posted by: chairwoman | May 8, 2011 4:32:48 PM
Nice. I, too, hope your other passenger realized what a valuable teacher was with him in your car.
Posted by: Alissa | May 8, 2011 5:24:58 PM
Actually, a number of years ago, I went into one of my sons' schools to talk to the principal, who was out with the flu, as was the vice-principal. A gentleman I vaguely recognized was sitting in for him. I assumed it was one of the other teachers until I was speaking with him for awhile and the asimon dropped, so to speak. I realized it was the janitor. The principal, when he returned commented that the janitor was a talmud chacham with a talent for fixing things, who could do the job of any mechanech in the school infinitely if he needed to. G-d help the school, however, if any of them ever had to pinch-hit for him!
Posted by: 2senseplain | May 8, 2011 6:36:06 PM
Oh, David....you have a lot of "best posts", but this one definitely is up there!
Posted by: Alisha | May 8, 2011 7:07:29 PM
Thank you for the best Mother's Day post I have come across today.
Posted by: Dina | May 8, 2011 9:31:24 PM
David, did you ever notice how many schools address the teachers and administrators formally? Mr. so and so, Mrs. So and so. But the Janitors are always addressed by first name. ( I remember in Frisch in the 70's, I did not even know the last names of the Janitors, Marty and Hank)
Posted by: Jordan Hirsch | May 9, 2011 12:23:09 AM
In our school we always called the janitors Mr. .
David, great post. Thanks.
Posted by: SaraK | May 9, 2011 12:34:12 AM
That should be Mr. [first name]
Posted by: SaraK | May 9, 2011 12:34:42 AM
Long time no read. Actually, long time no anything, including posting on my own blog. Glad to return to a post such as this. Wish I had been there to see the student's expression. One word: Touche!
Posted by: Lady-Light | May 9, 2011 12:45:24 AM
What a wonderful man he must be. At the school where I work, the maintenance guy (coincidentally, an Israeli)is one of the warmest, sharpest, and funniest men I know. It's not an easy job, and it should be respected.
Posted by: Raizy | May 9, 2011 6:00:34 AM
What a great story and a great man!
Posted by: Ilana-Davita | May 9, 2011 5:23:56 PM
Beautiful! What an elegant human being. (And this time I'm not talking about you, Bogner.) I want to be like him when I grow up.
Posted by: rutimizrachi | May 11, 2011 12:59:20 PM
Good story. Everybody has to clean-as-they-go or the trash will bury us all.
Posted by: Dick Stanley | May 24, 2011 8:03:14 PM
That's a great story for me to head off to bed with. I just want to hug that teacher. If you ever collect him again, please tell him he has a Kiwi fan!
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