("You'll never be a man, George. You'll always be just a little boy.")

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Author: George Harold Fulks, March 24, 2011

Dedication: To Leanne Farrar, a native New Yorker with whom this writer had the privilege of working. Time was 1993, and setting was a classroom within a rural- Illinois school district.



Time is in a sense a kind of vehicle useful for movement within the vast cosmos. Of that, this author is certain. Basing those conclusions upon several life experiences, offered herein is another incredible account of such an incident. This particular story occurred during my final year as a reading instructor working within a rural-Illinois school district. As is often pertinent, presented is another simple case of believe it or not.

Leanne was a lovely, blondish eighth grader attending my reading class during my last year as a teacher within a rural-Illinois school district. Making entry into the classroom was that student, and she was not happy. She'd been outside on recess and been sent to deliver to me a message.

"Mr. Fulks! We don't get to come to your class today! We're having an assembly in the high school auditorium! Somebody broke one of the rules in 'The Student Handbook'. I hate to sit and listen to them lecture to us! I haven't done a thing. Why don't they just talk to the ones that did it? See you tomorrow, Mr. Fulks!"

But before Leanne bounded out the door and disappeared around aa corner, I commented: "Leanne, I'm truly happy that you have that attitude about reading class.Since you feel that strongly about missing class, allow me to tell you. I'm someone who can do magic. I'll change the time today so you will get to attend just as usual."

At 10:30, my eighth graders had been scheduled to begin instruction. Instead, they and the fifth, sixth, and seventh graders marched in single file towards the high school auditorium for their counseling session on the rules in the student handbook. While they were there, this teacher remained in the reading clinic; working on student records and organizing materials.

That student assembly in the auditorium lasted from 10:30 A.M. intil 11:45. But something extaordinary happened to the time and the school's clocks. For some unknown reason, all the clocks in that junior high school building ran backwards at some time during an hour and fifteen minutes.

Leanne entered again into the reading classroom. Looking at the clock, I noticed that the time was 10:25 A.M. My student exclaimed loudly and angrily:"Mr. FulksWe're back from the assemblu!Now we have to attend you class and social studies too! What have you done to the time, Mr. Fulks? I hate you, Mr. Fulks. Why can't you just leave things alone?" Then that angry and red faced teenager disappeared again around a corner.

But that wasn't the end of my troubles. In just a short time, I was confronted by both the school principal and the custodian. The two of them were extremely agitated. If one wants to be honest, I was fearful that I might be attacked by the two of them.

"Mr. Fulks!" exclaimed the principal. "Don't ever fool around with the time and the clocks! That's one thing we're not going to tolerate here in this school district!"

That comment to Leanne Farrar that "I can change the time" had been a joke. That was just to improve her spirits since she voiced disappointment at missing my reading class. But the clocks in Raymond Junior High School ran backwards for a time. For this former teacher, I was placed under scrutiny from that time on. People sincerely believed that George Fulks had caused the time to change.

A month or so later, I retired from teaching, but time did seem to run backwards. I don't comprehend it. That happened during November, 1993.

Leanne and the junior high school students can vouch for the credibility of this account. Part of my retirement has been used for study of subjects such as time travel and convergence. I've gained some expertise and insight towards understanding how and why such things occurr. Time travel and convergence are interesting subjects. (George Harold Fulks/March 24, 2011)

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