Little badges - Me please sir...Me ...me

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The virtual kettles on..... So while I let it boil i just have this to say

It was a coveted position. All wanted it, but only one could have it, and yet this wondrous honour fell upon me at my lower school.

Yep, that's what I'm asking as well. Why me. Did I look like Milk Monitor material. Did I have an angelic face, where my hands the right size at that age to hold the bottles. Did I scream with responsibility.

I cannot answer any of those questions...... but I was proud to be the Milk Monitor.

I had a little badge that said milk monitor. Oh how the other children coveted that badge. I won't lie to you, I used to shine it up with my little grey jumper sleeve. When you are Milk Monitor you have to have standards you know.

But for the life Of me I cannot remember why I got the job. Was I the nearest to the door, did they do a ballot and I won. Was it down to the fact that I was bought up to hold doors open for teachers. (It was manners....I was not a crawler) or was it something more in the realms of destiny.

A chance conversation with my dad the other week revealed to me that he too had been Milk Monitor at his school. Was this my destiny. Is there some inter school code of honour that means that the offspring of the coveted Milk Monitor get preferential treatment, and are then too welcomed into the halls of Milk Monitor land.

What it gave me was respect from teachers. I don't know why? There is something about being a head boy or head girl that automatically gives you a little edge of power and possibly the chance of seeing into the hallowed 'TEACHERS STAFF ROOM' But I had started out on the lower rungs of Milk Monitor, and bye jove I was going to Milk it for all it was worth ( I can only apologise for that pun).

Before morning break I was allowed to leave our classroom and walk down to the delivery bay. Where each classroom had their crates of milk. My responsibilities covered 4 class rooms, where I would go and deliver these crates one by one. Then finally delivering our classroom crate, the specially hand picked crate that had not been in the direct sunlight all morning, to my class mates.

Then It was my job to hand out the milk bottles, they were only tiny bottles, and a straw to each classmate. Of course I would pick my bottle out first, and I always had two straws. I made sure I did not have the milk bottle with the dried bird muck on the lid. Then I would hand out the bottles, carefully weighing up my audience and giving out premium bottles to my favourites.

Oh the power. But I often thought it was a little unfair that other kids could not do it. Especially when it was raining. I often wondered on those cold wet days, maybe I should deputize somebody for the day to let them enjoy the thrill of being milk monitor. But alas with power comes gret responsibility and I was not allowed.

So for all of you out there who did not manage and craved so much to be the milk monitor.....Now you can.

Well, I can hear the kettle has just finished boiling so

Milk and sugar?

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