Happy Memory: At the end of the day in elementary school there were chores that needed to be done. One of those chores was clapping the chalk out of the erasers. A pair of students would walk out the back door and clap the erased lessons of the day out of old, worn out erasers. A layer of white and yellow dust would fall on our green plaid kilts or navy blue pants and our hands would smell like an old chalkboard. When we got lazy or after 4 claps and our arms were ready to fall off we would clap them against the red brick wall of St. John the Baptist. Without fail we would get in trouble the next day and some of us repeat defenders would get demerit points and a trip to the principle to explain our unintentional graffiti.

It's something that now, at 24 years old brings a smile to my face and the urge to visit the old school just for a chance to walk down the hallway and laugh at our silly antics.