Empty Wagons Make A Lot of Noise
Empty Wagons Make A Lot of Noise When I was in 7th grade attending Lincoln Junior High School I took a Texas History Class. The class was taught by Mr. Henry Peacock an ex home town college basketball star who was every inch 6ft 5 in tall. I was fairly new to living in Texas and whether I knew it at the time or not I was out of my element. I was a horrible student. I was 28 years old in my 10th year of college before I was ever diagnosed with learning disabilities . It is hard enough to be a 7th grade kid then add thick glasses and a thick southern Ohio hillbilly accent on top of that and you get a tiny glimpse of me. Like water I took the path of least resistance and used what came natural to me was to become a class clown. Poor Mr. Peacock had to put up with my smart comments and class disruptions longer than he should have. It was early fall and I had already fell behind on my classwork and time management to the point to where my mom and guidance counselor at school made me have
