I'm glad I'm not the only one with memories of having to stay in the principal's office or stand in the hallway during the 'Pledge of Allegiance'.
Too many times I was sent to the principal's office while they practiced the Christmas program. The ladies who worked in the office never knew why I was there, and just assumed I did something wrong, so they would tell me to draw on a piece of paper and keep my mouth shut. I felt so bad...
Many times (growing up in Hawaii) they would practice hulas for MayDay or just anything in particular. I always had to sit under a tree while girls tried on pretty dresses and put flowers in their hair. I felt so alone....
Many of my teachers hated jw's and took it out against me. One teacher in 2nd grade asked the kids to write why they loved Christmas. She said that my assignment was to write why I didnt celebrate it. So I was honest... I said men at the Kingdom Hall said it was bad and I would die from Jehovah if I did it!! The teacher made me stand in front of 20+ kids (it was a combined class) and read it. Afterward, there was dead silence. The teacher then proceeded to question me on my faith and ask how would God kill me for celebrating Christmas. I just stood there, my face burning hot (I was 7 at the time!!!!). I wanted to die... later, when the teacher sent the story home, my mom read it and about killed me. She said what an idiot I was and how I didnt know a damn thing, it was obvious to her I didnt listen to the meetings. But she never did explain why we couldnt do it. Thinking back, I was an honest kid.... I wrote exactly what I had been told at meetings!
How many times did I want to explore my musical talents through Band but couldnt? How many times did I want to explore my leadership skills and run for class President? How many times did I want to get fit and join the Volleyball Club?
So much lost...... it wont happen to my son!!!!!!!