School Days 3

5 Nov

My Take

DiVoran Lites


I went to the school board website to fill in an application as a school volunteer. I’m not great at filling out things on the computer, but with a bit of help,I got it done last week. I would have to pay thirty-five dollars for a set of fingerprints and be charged eight dollars a year for the prints to stay on file.

Photo credit Pixabay

Bill drove me to the County School Board building in another town, but before we went, we had lunch at Chick-Fi-l A with our daughter. I love that place. It’s feels like a giant family reunion. We mingle with military people, sports team people, and lots of mothers and a few dads with babies and pre-school children. Children are God’s best work of art. I have to be careful that I don’t just sit and gaze at them.


photo credit Melody Hendrix

I’ve always liked children, that’s the main reason I want to help with reading again. Over the last year,I’ve been a bit slow as I recuperated from an emergency gall-bladder operation. While I was getting back my strength, I felt as if I had no real purpose in life, so as I got well I prayed for God to use me in some way that He knew I could manage.

Since it was around lunchtime when we got to the School Board the tiny security room in the large building was standing room only. Eventually,it was my turn to go in. I had a pink sheet that asked if I had ever been arrested. They wanted to know what, where, when, why, and how. There were strict instructions against lying.

Thank the Lord, I have never been arrested…uh, well but… when I was in high school, I got hauled into the police station for drag-racing at night on our main street. I kind of hated to quit, because I had always won. Maybe I won because of the Green Hornet Hudson my dad let me drive. The other driver, the Lutheran pastor’s son got taken in too. Apparently the police liked him, though. They let us go without calling our parents. I didn’t know until later that Dad had replaced a transmission on the Green Hudson Hornet. Let’s not tell the School Board any of this, okay?


Photo credit commons

Back to the fingerprints, which aren’t nearly as exciting as drag racing. (Kids don’t try it at home). The fingerprint space had two big desks in it which meant four people filled the room. Did you know that fingerprinting is now done on a computer? The old way was probably better, but at least I didn’t have ink on my hands. Words come up for each print at the top of the monitor. Mine always said, “Poor Quality.” I figured I had worn off most of my prints like the woman I heard saying hers had been rejected because she was a cook and they had mostly burnt off. Next,I will get an email notice of whether I passed or not.


Author, Poet and Artist


DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

2 Responses to “School Days 3”

  1. Onisha Ellis November 7, 2018 at 10:04 pm #

    Looking forward to more of this story.


  2. ludyja November 5, 2018 at 7:22 am #

    DiVoran! I never knew you were into drag racing!! This was such a fun post! Love you!

    Liked by 1 person

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