For Pride Month - Remembering My Oldest Friend, the bravest guy I ever knew
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June being Pride Month, I want to remember my oldest friend, who gave me great pride, that we were friends. David Faris and I first met the first day of Kindergarten in Mrs. Rice’s class at Washington Park Elementary in Denver, Colorado, where I grew up. He had the good taste, while sitting next to me at the art table, to comment favorably about the dinosaur I was making with clay. I told him it was a brontosaurus, a beast whose existence I had discovered the Sunday before, when my father took me to the first of many visits to the Denver Museum of Natural History. Moments later I had the first of my many run-ins with “educational authority” when Mrs. Rice told me I was supposed to be making butterflies. I glanced over at what David was doing - he was using multiple colors of clay to create a monarch butterfly. I responded to Mrs. Rice that I was much more interested in dinosaurs than butterflies, for which I received my first (of many) visits to the Ultimate Authority of the principal’s office, where I was informed that “good boys” listened to their teachers. When I returned to class, the dinosaur was no more, but David told me he liked it anyway, and that dinosaurs were more interesting than butterflies, even though his butterfly had been chosen by Mrs. Rice for display as the best.
For Pride Month - Remembering My Oldest Friend, the bravest guy I ever knew
For Pride Month - Remembering My Oldest…
For Pride Month - Remembering My Oldest Friend, the bravest guy I ever knew
June being Pride Month, I want to remember my oldest friend, who gave me great pride, that we were friends. David Faris and I first met the first day of Kindergarten in Mrs. Rice’s class at Washington Park Elementary in Denver, Colorado, where I grew up. He had the good taste, while sitting next to me at the art table, to comment favorably about the dinosaur I was making with clay. I told him it was a brontosaurus, a beast whose existence I had discovered the Sunday before, when my father took me to the first of many visits to the Denver Museum of Natural History. Moments later I had the first of my many run-ins with “educational authority” when Mrs. Rice told me I was supposed to be making butterflies. I glanced over at what David was doing - he was using multiple colors of clay to create a monarch butterfly. I responded to Mrs. Rice that I was much more interested in dinosaurs than butterflies, for which I received my first (of many) visits to the Ultimate Authority of the principal’s office, where I was informed that “good boys” listened to their teachers. When I returned to class, the dinosaur was no more, but David told me he liked it anyway, and that dinosaurs were more interesting than butterflies, even though his butterfly had been chosen by Mrs. Rice for display as the best.