I remember my mother referring to me from early childhood on as “stubborn as a mule.” That trait has held me in good stead when dealing with authority figures or doctors who have tried to talk me into doing something I knew wasn’t right.
The event I remember most, though, comes from my grammar school years. A girl in our class was “retarded” (the term used then), as was her mother. She came to school with her hair uncombed, clothes dirty, and wearing no underpants. Each day at recess a group of boys encouraged her to go on the hanging bars so they could run under and look up her dress.
This brought much hilarity: for the boys, but not for me. If this happened when I was around, I yelled at them and led the little girl away. One time I caught them in the act and bloodied a boy’s nose. The others ran, and she never had that problem again.
Even children know that someone has to stand up to bullies. I was glad to be that someone: then, and many more times over the years.
Pris Campbell
Lake Worth, Florida
4 thoughts on “Stubborn as a Mule”
good job!
Thank you!
Pris this breaks my heart.I taught special education. That God for the Public Law 9142 passed in the early seventies. By the way where was the teacher when all of this was going on?
Carolyn,
Our grammar school was first through seventh grade and all classes had recess at the same time . The play area was large, untamed land almost in some parts, and went almost all the way around the building so unless a teacher kept her class together there was no way to keep track. I honestly don’t know why a teacher didn’t see that, though. Our teacher was wonderful, but quite overweight and was teaching second and third grade together so I suspect she saw recess as a much needed break part of the time. My mother taught first grade and did keep her class together, as did the other first grade teacher,