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You're Bored ?

You're Bored ?

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Published by Nancy Williams
This is especially for fellow Baby Boomers, teachers and parents.
This is especially for fellow Baby Boomers, teachers and parents.

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Published by: Nancy Williams on Oct 05, 2010
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You¶re Bored?
As a teacher, one phenomenon that tried my patience over the last few years,was students announcing, ³I¶m bored.´ This was in our new art classroom, wherestudents had every opportunity in the world to pursue unlimited, creativeendeavors. Self-motivated students were throwing pots on the potter¶s wheels, painting on canvases, and making stained glass panels and boxes. Others were pursuing their own creativity, with all kinds of incredible projects. Still, there werestudents who consistently thought it was in vogue to be bored.It seems like many young people today think they have some kind of entitlement, which guarantees them to be entertained by us. Thankfully, I don¶trecall ever saying to any of my teachers or my parents, ³I¶m bored.´ We Baby
Boomers were good at keeping ourselves busy. No one expect someone else toentertain us. One fun thing we did, to occupy our time, was make colorful chains,from folded ³links´ of chewing gum wrappers. Sometimes we set up lemonadestands in our front yards.For me and my friends, being bored wasn¶t even a consideration. Our childhood imagination was truly our salvation. When I was in grade school, I played ³school´ with the younger kids on our street. I, of course, was always theteacher, as I liked to boss people around even back then. I lined up chairs in a row,on our back porch, for my classroom. My ³students´ sat properly with paper, pencils and a book. I led them through rigorous assignments and activities.Sometimes this entertained us for the entire afternoon.My friends and I spent many afternoons after school playing ³SergeantPreston of the Yukon.´ We pretended to run around our hilly neighborhood,leading our team of sled dogs. We yelled, ³On King, on you huskies. Mush, mush,you huskies,´ mimicking our hero. To us, this was pretty important, serious stuff. It became more exciting and more real, whenever we were fortunate enough to playin the snow.We hiked up very steep streets, for about a mile¶s distance, to play on a golf 
course, which was mostly idle in the wintertime. Once we were there, wemagically became a herd of wild horses. We galloped all over the huge span of the
course, kicking up our ³hooves´ and neighing loudly.Sometimes we pretended to ride horses all over the hill. We had a special place, along our neighbors¶ fence, which was our hitching post. Each of us had adesignated place to tie up our horse. Frequently, we played ³Cowboys andIndians,´ mimicking what we saw on television. We often shot our metal cap guns,with the red paper rolls and little round caps. When we pulled the trigger, theymade a loud, popping noise, and smoked after being shot.Roller skating was another popular sport in our neighborhood. We frequentlygot out the shoebox on the floor our coat closet, which held our collection of metalskates. They were heavy, with crusty leather straps, which were usually the firstthings to go. Since the skates were adjustable, we could change the length with our skate key, to fit our friends and visitors. I can still hear the clang, clang, clomp,clomp sound of the metal wheels, hitting the pavement. If the skates weren¶t put onreal tightly, they almost always came off.As if we didn¶t know better, every kid on the West Side hill had a bicycle.We rode them on the streets which ran across the hill, and walked them up thesteeper streets, running up and down the hill. I still have a scar on my arm, as areminder of a bad crash I had. I was foolishly trying to ride down the extremelysteep street next to ours, when I lost control and slammed into a tree. Once your  bike gets going too fast on any downslope, it¶s very easy to lose control.

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When I was a kid, I remember once or twice hearing another kid say they were bored, but they never bothered with it more than one time each. The answer from the adults to the boredom comment was always the same -- Oh, good; I've got lots of stuff you can do! Which we correctly interpreted to mean some kind of un-fun chores.

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