At the old James Jerome Hill Elementary School, almost every 5th grader hoped to be chosen for the school police when he or she advanced to the 6th grade. The school police were responsible not only for
standing in the middle of the street armed only with a bright red flag festooned with a yellow and black “STOP” sign but also to monitor lines of kindergarten and first grade kids to and from the school and to serve as hall monitors before and after class.
We hoped to be chosen because of the POWER the position brought with it; no one messed with the school police! So on that day at the end of our 5th grade school year my daycare “sister” Susie and I went to school just full of anticipation of being selected. At the end of that day one of us was harassing the other the entire two and a half block walk back home; Susie was selected and I wasn't.
I was crushed. Not only did I suffer a loss of self esteem, it was worse than that; I suffered weeks of teasing at the capable hands of Susie and her younger sister Barbie. Over the course of the summer the teasing stopped replaced by other squabbles; that's how these thing went. Until late August when preparations for going back to school reach their annual intensity. Susie was again in full harassment mode and again my self esteem was taking a beating.
The first week of school was torture; I'd look at my friends resplendent in their Sam Browne Belts and shiny school police badges being all bossy and stuff. Mr. Larson, our principal, had not yet appointed the sergeant, lieutenant or captain of school police; he wanted to observe a while before making a decision.
A week or so later Harry was appointed captain, Grant as lieutenant and Marilyn as sergeant. On the same day I was called to the principal's office and not being the smartest kid on the block; I had no idea why. The kids in my class started in on me as I slowly walked to the classroom door. Head down I made my way to the office all the while wondering what I'd done.
Mr. Larson smiled when I arrived. On his desk was a very worn, raggedy-looking Sam Browne belt with a brand-new shiny school police badge affixed to it. He congratulated me and told me I was Harry's replacement. I was a made-man…er boy. No more harassment from Susie and my self-esteem made a complete turn around.
“Put a little polish on that belt,” were his parting words. By the time I reached class, the belt was on me worn, but proud. It was with a huge smile that I entered the classroom. Everyone but Susie returned that smile.




















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