This Is Going On Your Permanent Record
Remember when you messed up in school, bad test score or just making a nuisance out of yourself? The teacher would discipline you and then give you the stern warning, "This is going to go on your permanent record."
Luckily for me I was in school before computers became popular for every Tom, Dick, and Harry (not to mention teacher) that wanted one. Therefore, I found out later, there was no such thing as a permanent record. I guess it would have taken too much work, to write down on paper, every little detail of every little screw up for every kid that ever lived.
WHAT?????
I found out that all of the worrying that I was doing about throwing that paper airplane during the math quiz was for nothing. As soon as that misadventure faded from my classmates memory, nobody would ever know about it again. Who knew?
I can just imagine how my life would have turned out if I realized that there really was no such thing as the dreaded permanent record.
Luckily for me I was in school before computers became popular for every Tom, Dick, and Harry (not to mention teacher) that wanted one. Therefore, I found out later, there was no such thing as a permanent record. I guess it would have taken too much work, to write down on paper, every little detail of every little screw up for every kid that ever lived.
WHAT?????
I found out that all of the worrying that I was doing about throwing that paper airplane during the math quiz was for nothing. As soon as that misadventure faded from my classmates memory, nobody would ever know about it again. Who knew?
I can just imagine how my life would have turned out if I realized that there really was no such thing as the dreaded permanent record.
- I would have been much more willing to take chances in school and put on display my unique ability to be funny at the most inappropriate times.
- More of my nights would have been spent dreaming about dating Charlotte Brenson instead of having nightmares about some future boss of mine opening up an envelope during my job interview and asking why I thought making "farting" noises from my armpits was a good use of my time.
- Perhaps I wouldn't be so paranoid about people taking notes during meetings that I attend. As long as they don't stare at me as they are writing I'm usually ok.
The permanent record: Gone But Not Forgotten!
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