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On the way to the H.A.C. – Court of Honor event we stopped at
Barnes and Nobles bookstore. Long story – short version
– I visited with an author who was there for a book signing.
Her book explained how to
record your life memories for future generations. I’ve
already done that. Nine years ago I dedicated nearly one year to
that project. I have a closet full of memory books. Back in the car
I announced, ‘Hustle’ would make a great cache
name!’ Ron laughed. He knows ‘the story’. Now you
will know too.
‘Hustle’! That word haunted me for years! To this day I
dislike that word. Why? Let me explain. The school year was
1960-1961. The school was Roosevelt Junior High in Cedar Rapids.
The 8th grade student was me. The teacher was Mr. S.
Mr. S was in my opinion a very irritable, negative, mean-tempered,
grumpy old man. I think I can honestly say Mr. S was my least
favorite teacher of all
time. My locker was located in a locker bay across the hall from
his classroom. His classroom was on the second floor. Every
afternoon, following the final dismissal bell, Mr. S stood in the hall near his
classroom and literally hollered, “Hustle! Hustle! Come on
now, Hustle!” over and over and over and over until the halls
were cleared. He was trying to hurry us out of the building. I was
a good student, cooperative and helpful, but when provoked, my
ornery streak took over. I was not going to be
‘hustled’ out of the building. There was no need for it and I
simply refused to comply.
Padlocks were required on all lockers. Mine was a combination lock.
Do you know how easy it is to ‘accidentally’ mess up a
combination? Starting over
time and time again was a great ‘time waster’.
‘Forgetfulness’ was sometimes a problem too. I had a
habit of locking homework in my locker. Result? More
opportunities to mess up
the lock!! Dropping papers, books and pencils always added to Mr.
S’s aggravation. In inclement/colder weather time was needed to button my
coat, step into boots and put on gloves. Poor Mr. S. Visiting with
friends? That didn’t do much for his disposition either. I
was nearly always the last student to leave the locker bay and most
likely the second floor
too. I was a thorn in Mr. S’s. side. Incidentally
I never failed to smile and tell Mr. S ‘good-bye’
before finally vanishing from his sight.
Mr. S taught Citizenship. Citizenship was a required 8th grade
class. I was less than thrilled when I learned Mr. S was the only
Citizenship teacher. Not only did his ‘hustle’ irritate
me, so did his grading curve. One day ‘I lost it!’ I
was furious! I felt the grading curve on a test was far too strict.
I missed 2 or 3 questions out of 25 and got a ‘C’. I
really felt I deserved a ‘B’. Without raising my hand
(class protocol) I interrupted him and the class and told Mr. S I
thought he was very unfair. Others nodded in agreement. He slowly strolled
to my desk and told me I had a choice. I could control my mouth or
take an ‘F’ instead. I didn’t flinch! I called
‘his bluff’ and said, “I’ll take the
‘F’ please”. The look on his face was priceless.
I attempted to hand him my test paper so he could change the grade. He refused to accept
it. He just glared at me. I glared back. He walked away. I retained
my unfair grade.
You will find the clues to obtain the cache coordinates hidden
somewhere on this page. So
– Hustle! Hustle! Come on now, Hustle!!
You can check your answers for this puzzle on
Geochecker.com.