The joys of the Dental Parade. Ed can help with some of the details, but here is a synopsis:
Every year, near the end of the school year, the small town of Iowa Falls, Iowa has what must be the world's only Dental Parade. (It was May 16th this year.) When Kindergarten through fifth-grade children visit their dentist during the school year, the dentist gives them a dental card. (Or maybe they bring in the dental card and he or she signs it. I forget.) Then the students bring their dental cards back to school to prove that they went to the dentist. The school keeps them on file, probably putting a little check by the students' names on their permanent record or something.
Anyway. So at the end of the year, each class -- I think -- makes up a butcher paper sign that lists the grade, teacher and percentage of students who returned their dental card. (There are always some 100 percents and quite a few others in the 90s.) Then they march in a parade. It's just them, mostly, with a couple bands and probably some other stuff, although I can't remember anything else in the parade except bands and the students.
And you know what they do at the end of the Dental Parade? Everyone eats ice cream. What kind of mixed message is that? Huh?
Recounting it makes it seem quite lame, but it was a big deal to us Iowa Falls elementary school students.
What have I missed, Ed?
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
