The other English teacher, from High School, that I said I was going to mention ...is the teacher that has been on my mind lately.

Though the High School pranks were not quite so cruel as with the Junior High teacher, they did joke about him often ...and had not seemed to mature too far with their present High School student status. And I know there is always a certain tendency to not want to grow up ...but you'd think that by High School it would tend to be a bit embarrassing if the process didn't begin to get at least some consideration.

If I recall accurately, I was in my last year of High School. Though many of the teachers seemed to think I was mature, I knew that I was lagging behind significantly with social skills. I actually thought it was a joke when I was elected to the Homecoming Court.

This in itself was distracting enough to me, but I also anticipated further social expectations as it seemed evident that I ---in the top five of my class ---would have to give a speech at graduation.  I could not even imagine being able to stand up in front of all those people, even being able to utter a single word. I did manage to get my grades down, so that I was sixth in the class ...but then they said the top six would have to give speeches.

The one class that might have done it for me, was English class. I was beginning to think of after graduation, and the fact that I had no idea what I wanted to do ...and though I wouldn't mind dropping to seventh in the class, I didn't want to do so poorly that I'd flunk the class.  But, I was so distracted, that seemed to be a distinct possibility at this time.

I could focus enough on the other subjects, but it seemed that all the reading and papers I was expected to write ...were something I could not concentrate on.

I felt like I was in a non-reality ... someplace I was not familiar with.  Papers would come do, and I had not done one.  Tests were to be administered, then none would be forthcoming ...that assignment would be seemingly forgotten, and we'd be assigned another, only for the same thing to happen.

This repeated itself over and over again.  It seemed strange that I was not being held accountable.  I did not have to pay the consequence for my failure to do my schoolwork ...unless, the speech I had to give was my consequence, finishing sixth in my class.

Now, over 40 years later, I've lived my life trying to be accountable.  I've tried to be responsible.  I did not live my life like I did in that English class.  I did not live my life trying to get away with something ...knowing I had once got away with it.  
This did not return to my memory because of some exaggerated hidden guilt ...it came to me when I was thinking of 'End Times', and how it could be possibly near.  

If the 'Rapture' occurs in my lifetime ...it would be like me in that English class.  I would once again be getting a pass ...not being held accountable.  But, the subject would be way more important.  Instead of English, I'm speaking of sin.  And Jesus died on the cross, so I wouldn't have to be held accountable.

And by telling our children about Jesus, they have the opportunity to not be held accountable either. And unlike my High School days, they will not have to give a speech ...they only need to know to call out His Name, knowing who He is.

 also:(http://thisisnotthenochildleftbehindprogram.blogspot.com/) & (http://walkfreetofirsthopeyoudonotstrikeout.blogspot.com/)