Connie's Corner

Snake charmer?

I was cleaning out some things yesterday evening and came across my old Yearbook. That was the end of my cleaning because I "wasted" the rest of the evening browsing through the ancient tome. I had a few laughs looking at the mug shots of old teachers and members of the Board of Education. No wonder kids shake in their boots when they are sent to the principle's office (do they still do that?). Those pictures are still scary, escecially those cafeteria people. There must be something in the job requirements....normal-looking people need not apply.

Of course, I had to read through all the autographs of fellow students on the blank pages. Some still made me blush. The last pages were devoted to something titled, "Predictions for the Class of '62". Names were in the first column and what the author suspected you were to become were in the column across from them. As I read down the list, I wondered what insane asylumn the author resided in. Except for a couple...Robert Gillette - Jelly bean counter, George Collins - Backscratcher for cows...I could plainly see these two at their appropriate jobs...hehe.

Then I came to me....snake charmer...really? That was about as farfetched as anything I ever heard of. They must have put all the names in one hat and to be's in another and pulled one from each to match them up. It had to be just coincidence that Bobby and George were matched with the right ones. There had to be some percentage of being correct. Obviously, mine was not. Of course, there was that time my husband told me I could talk him into anything. Nah...that doesn't count.

unti next time....c