Isolde
Guardian's Desire
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3rd Grade
It was the first day of Grade Three in a new town for Johnny. As a test,
his teacher went around the room and asked each of the students to count
to 50. Some did very well, counting as high as 30 or 40 with just a few
mistakes. Others couldn’t get past 20. Johnny, however, did extremely
well; he counted past 50, right up to 100 without any mistakes. He was so
excited that he ran home and told his Dad how well he had done. His dad
nodded and told him, “That’s because you are from Alabama, son.” The next
day, in language class, the teacher asked the students to recite the
alphabet. It’s Grade Three, so most could make it half way through without
much trouble. Some made it to S or T, but Johnny rattled off the alphabet
perfectly right to the end. That evening, Johnny once again bragged to his
Dad about his prowess in his new school. His Dad, knowingly, explained to
him, “That’s because you are from Alabama, son.”
The next day, after Physical Education, the boys were taking showers.
Johnny noted that, compared to the other boys in his grade, he seemed
overly “well endowed.” This confused him. That night he told his
dad, “Dad, they all have little tiny ones, but mine is ten times bigger
than theirs. Is that because I’m from Alabama?” he asked. ”No, son,”
explained his Dad, “That’s because you’re 18.”
It was the first day of Grade Three in a new town for Johnny. As a test,
his teacher went around the room and asked each of the students to count
to 50. Some did very well, counting as high as 30 or 40 with just a few
mistakes. Others couldn’t get past 20. Johnny, however, did extremely
well; he counted past 50, right up to 100 without any mistakes. He was so
excited that he ran home and told his Dad how well he had done. His dad
nodded and told him, “That’s because you are from Alabama, son.” The next
day, in language class, the teacher asked the students to recite the
alphabet. It’s Grade Three, so most could make it half way through without
much trouble. Some made it to S or T, but Johnny rattled off the alphabet
perfectly right to the end. That evening, Johnny once again bragged to his
Dad about his prowess in his new school. His Dad, knowingly, explained to
him, “That’s because you are from Alabama, son.”
The next day, after Physical Education, the boys were taking showers.
Johnny noted that, compared to the other boys in his grade, he seemed
overly “well endowed.” This confused him. That night he told his
dad, “Dad, they all have little tiny ones, but mine is ten times bigger
than theirs. Is that because I’m from Alabama?” he asked. ”No, son,”
explained his Dad, “That’s because you’re 18.”
