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During my time at Infant school we always had an assembly on Monday mornings. Every time just before we said the Lords prayer one of the boys would get up and leave the hall. I asked a friend why and he told me that the boy was a Jehovah’s Witness. For years I thought it was odd that he had to talk to the police every Monday.
When I was in the transition period between Primary and High schools, my friends were looking forward to mix chemicals so we could blow up the school. How disappointed we were when we hardly did any experiments. It was due to the worrying parents. Thanks worrying parents, you made my science lessons boring.
When I in kindergarten, teacher once said, "Raise your hand if you know the answer." Having never heard the phrase "raise your hand", I thought she said "raze your hand" - "raze" as in "razor"! So I started miming an electric razor shaving the palm of my hand! Everyone laughed and I was so embarrased!
When I was in elementary school our family knew another family by the last name of Reese. When at school they talked of going out to the playground for "recess", I thought the Reese kids would be there. I kept looking for them at recess, but since the Reeses went to a private school, I was always mystified why I never saw them.
When i was in about third grade, there was a major fire across the street and up a bit from the school. this put the entire school onto a fire-safety trend, and we would have fire drills every two weeks or so. During the first one of these (which i thought was a real fire) we were told to line up against the back fence. I thought that if we were too close, the school would literally explode and kill us all.
When I first started school, I used to believe that my dad was waiting for me outside the door all day until it was time to come home - at least that was what he told me! It never seemed odd at playtime when we went outside and he wasn't there! He used to tell me that to stop me from crying when he took me there!
I used to believe that if we dig a hole put some pencil wrappers and pour milk for 3 days in the early morning will be turned to a rubber, till me grandma heppened to notice it.
When I was in kindergarten I remember hearing that when you were six you'd go to 'the big school' for first grade. I was baffled when we sang 'Happy Birthday' to someone on her sixth birthday and no group of 'big kids' came to escort her to 'the big school.' I eventually figured out that this was a generality.
When I was in grade 1 or 2 and had to write the date at the top right hand side of the page in my schoolbook, I would always run out of room by the time I got to the end - for instance, June 14th, 1978 would have the 7 and 8 all skinny in order to fit on the page. It kept happening every day, and eventually I started to wonder if the numbers 7 and 8 were feeling bad that they were always smushed, so I started making sure that I had lots of room, and drew the letters 7 and 8 really really really wide, to compensate for all the times that they had been cramped.
For some reason, this really annoyed my teacher.
When I was little I used to believe that study hall was a huge room with a long table. The room was dark. Their were many chairs on each side of the long table. In between each seat was a divider which was a small wooden carved into the desk thing blocking the people from the others so as not to cheat. I was sure surprised when I saw the real study hall.
I believed that college was a big room, like an ancient cathedral with amber-colored stained glass windows, and rows and rows of old-fashioned wooden desks where the pews were, and there were rows and rows of grown-ups sitting silently at their desks and writing on papers.
On my husband's first day of grade 1, his dad dropped him off and told him he would see him that night. My husband burst into tears figuring that he would have to stay at school until midnight!
I was terrified to start kindergarten because I thought I had to know how to read, and I didn't know how, and I believed the teacher would be angry at me.
I used to imagine schoool as being a hallway made of bricks with bars and stools. The students would sit in the dimly lit, narrow corridor and write all day long. Beside them would sit a bowl of water to rest their hands in when they got writer's cramp.
when i was in elementary school, i belived that when you were in college all the taught you was to count really high and make sure you knew your abc's forwards and backwards.
When I was in Kindergarten, I used to believe that classrooms had special air that changed when children talked, because the teachers kept saying over and over again, "There can't be any talking in this room".
Back in primary school, whenever I used to hear about the Head Prefect, I used to think that she was the one who was responsible for checking to see which pupils had nits and lice in their hair.
I went to "private" catholic school as a kid, but I had friends that went to "public" schools, so when I saw signs that said "not open to the public" or "private", I figured I was allowed in there. Unfortunately for hilarity's sake, I never tested my theory.
When I was in kindergarden, I used to believe that the little pieces of concrete in there were dinosaur bones...
In the early years of elementary school everyone sat in the same class and sometimes the whole class would move to the gymnasium or to the library. In the higher grades segments of the class would go to Richmond, a suburb of Vancouver where I live. In reality they weren't getting on a bus to go to Richmond, they were going to enrichment classes... and I wonder why I was never invited to go. :)
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