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Coming of Age Kids Creative Nonfiction

“***** *****, please come to the principal’s office.”

When you are young, it is possible to believe that adults are there for you; that they are aware of what is best for you; that they are doing the right thing. I thought so for a very long time, all through the great disappointment that was my father, his replacement who could not stand even in his shadow as an example worth following, and many other figures in my life who were always lacking in some way. My moment of discovery came in the most innocent manner and I still recall what it was all about.

It started with a crossing guard.

Let me explain: I would walk home from school to have lunch, meaning that I walked off the school grounds, through one set of townhouses and up a hill to my home for lunch. There was one main road in front of our house that was quite busy, but I found that it was easy to navigate by looking in both directions and keeping in mind that it was a hill and that one direction would always be a little less clear to me if I decided to cross.

One day, when I was perhaps about eleven or twelve, I went home for lunch as usual, came out, crossed the road, walked down to the same set of townhouses and went to classes when the bell rang in the schoolyard. I was in one of those classes when I heard the following on the PA:

“***** *****, please come to the principal’s office.”

Another confession: I was not the kind of kid who got into trouble at my school. We knew who the troublemakers were, and I lived next door to some of them, so I made a point of not getting on anyone’s bad side if I could help it (even in the schoolyard, I would try to be on the more aggressive side if games of foot hockey were taking place). This made me accepted by all sides without really being a part of one particular gang. Nerdy and unskilled at anything else besides books and how a library was designed did not make me popular. So, all eyes were on me as I stood up and walked out of the room (even the teacher seemed as baffled as I was).

I was alone in the hallway, looking toward the open window of the front part of the principal’s office when I saw one of the vice principals at her desk. I will use no names here, especially with her. I had spoken to her at a different time when computers were introduced to our school and she had revealed a love of my favourite television shows. This seemed like an impossibility to me. I would run home from school to see episodes on TV and the idea of an adult enjoying what I loved was marvelous (yes, I knew that adults loved the show eventually; they were always involved in the telethon to get new subscribers and support for the network). A part of me soon thought that this must have been a bad joke. I wasn’t in trouble for the first time with a member of the staff. I was not being called out for something I did. 

Those feelings lasted about as long as the handshake and offer to sit down.

“*****, we have a problem.”

I really did think they needed my help and was eager to hear more.

“It is all about you.”

Now, I got nervous.

“Me?”

“Yes, it is the way you walk to school.”

I thought that this was a little too personal and was very confused about the criticism of my gait. Did I step too fast? Did I really have a walk that was causing trouble with my classmates?

My face revealed the confusing I felt, so she explained.

“You do not use the crossing guard when you come to school.”

Ah, the crossing guard.

I wish I could draw a map for you, but I think that I can explain it to you. My home, as I mentioned, was at the top of a hill that I would climb at lunch time and after school after crossing the road. If you went further up and kept heading down the road, you would encounter the crossing guard, a woman I never met or spoke to while living there (we had only moved there in the past two years). A part of me wondered why she was concerned about the way I walk to school.

“She told us that every time she sees you walk down that hill, she gets upset and hurt.”

Really? She can see exactly what I am doing? She knows that this is my school? Something seemed very off about the whole thing.

“You are hurting her.”

And that was the point when I got angry.

Now, remember, I had never been in trouble at my school before; I had never had a teacher kick me out of class, like they had for some of the other kids I mentioned; I had not caused any disturbances or bullied or fought anyone who harassed me (a very difficult thing to do when you are the only black child in the schoolyard and have to learn how to stand up for yourself).

Yes, I got angry.

“You called me into the office for this?”

I could feel the temperature rise in that room. The woman behind her desk really did not expect this to happen and probably wondered if it had been worth her time to do this.

“You called me into the office because of a crossing guard? Really?”

I could not stop myself. My voice rose and I felt a hot wire of anger burning in my body.

“Do not ever call me into the office for something so stupid again.”

And I got up and went back to the classroom.

You may wonder how I remember so much of this so well. I could not shake this moment from my head because I knew that something had been born in that moment. The rebel was coming out just before I entered high school and I knew, as I stepped into the classroom’s silence and my lack of information, that I had crossed a definite line in my short life.

I was never called into the office again, but I did make sure that I did not hold back if I thought something was wrong and needed a comment. If I had shared my moment with some of the “problem kids”, I am sure it would have made me much more popular. But I was still a nerd who loved science-fiction, Choose Your Own Adventure books, comics and video games. 

But the line was crossed.

May 19, 2023 21:14

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Helen A Smith
16:20 May 23, 2023

Hi Kendall This sounds like the kind of silly thing that some people in authority would make a fuss over. But for the first time you decided to make a stand over it. For a pupil who tried to play it safe and never stuck his head over the parapet, this was a key moment. Something like that is part of growing up. Well told.

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Kendall Defoe
02:02 Jun 22, 2023

Thank you. I sometimes think that the one thing we should teach is that sense of independence children need so that they become the adults we want.

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Katy B
15:59 May 22, 2023

This is such a thoughtful piece that really captures the coming-of-age experience of realizing that adults are not, in fact, infallible or even reasonable. Great story!

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Kendall Defoe
02:02 Jun 22, 2023

Thank you for your kind words. Most adults forget that children are paying a lot of attention.

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Lily Finch
14:09 May 20, 2023

Lines being crossed. Very funny. A double whammy for one child. No longer going to take it and just be a part of things. AND does not fear crossing the line. Thought you did a great job of capturing the kid's role here Kendall. LF6

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Kendall Defoe
04:16 May 21, 2023

Thanks. I decided to pick apart a moment in my life when I realized authority did not have a leg to stand on.

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Delbert Griffith
11:52 May 20, 2023

LOL Crossing a line versus not staying within the crossing-guard lines. Very clever, very funny, very insightful. This coming-of-age tale is quite poignant, for more than one reason. An awakening happens. A kid who is not like the others speaks up, and continues to do so. A kid no longer tries to blend in; he stands up for fairness. A kid walks to school, but (in all probability) walks home as he always did, but with a widened horizon. There's a lot in this simple tale. Nicely done, Kendall. Nicely done indeed. Cheers, my friend.

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Kendall Defoe
02:01 Jun 22, 2023

Thank you for that comment. The line imagery was something I thought of (what are you willing to cross to be free, etc). Thanks again!

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05:30 May 20, 2023

I can't believe you got in trouble for not using the crossing guard! But yeah these were exactly the sort of problems that got administrators fired up at the slightly overprivileged high school I went too. (in contrast, at the slightly underprivileged middle school I attended, if no one was physically hurt, that day was considered a success. i think that's why my parents moved.) Great part where you said "“You called me into the office for this?”" and the principal was confused...sort of highlights that awkwar transition during middle schoo...

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Kendall Defoe
02:04 Jun 22, 2023

I still wonder where that voice came from. I really was the one who was the quiet mouse in the corner who just wanted to get through the day. Glad that I did have this moment so young...

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Mike Panasitti
00:37 May 20, 2023

Kendall, I was pleased that California recently passed a law that made crossing the street outside the confines of crosswalks legal - if it’s done safely. I hope other jurisdictions with draconian laws against jaywalking follow suit.

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Kendall Defoe
05:27 May 20, 2023

I am not sure where we are heading next, but fingers are crossed.

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Mary Bendickson
00:20 May 20, 2023

Well, if you crossed a line, it eventually led to good things cause look at you now.

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Kendall Defoe
05:26 May 20, 2023

Indeed!

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Jody S
00:09 May 22, 2023

This is a wonderful coming of age piece! To remember where one's defining line was crossed is amazing! Thank you for sharing! Looking forward to more of your work!

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Kendall Defoe
02:03 Jun 22, 2023

I will keep them coming. I have something with one of the prompts that I may get done by Thursday. ;)

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