Mrs. Whitlock was “going green” way before it was politically and socially correct. Anyone who lived through the Great Depression, as she had, knew that you never wasted anything.
Our Math homework for Monday night was to be done on the front of the loose leaf paper. Tuesday’s homework was done on the reverse side of that paper. Wednesday, a new sheet of paper was to be used; Thursday, the flip side of Wednesday’s. Friday there was no Math homework. Hallelujah.
If you were absent on one of those days, you would hand in your homework when you returned to class. It would be given back to you the next day, with corrections. Then, it was to be put into the recycle pile. But it wasn’t called that, it was just the scrap paper pile.
This pile of papers was located on the top surface of the heater. Every once in a while during the winter, the heat would blow full blast and the scrap paper would fly around the room. This was great fun because the school day was so structured that having something out of place and chaotic was a relief. It caused Mrs. Whitlock’s jaw to drop open in unbelief, as we all laughed out loud. [ LOL had not yet been coined.]
Once in a while, we would be required to go back to the scrap paper pile and use someone else’s paper that had only been used on one side. I found this kinda creepy. But since there was a format to how we handed in our homework, (written side up, pass it forward, the kid in front of you put his on top, etc.) you could be sure that your work would be seen and “checked off.”
Tomorrow: Checks on the Chalkboard