In our school nativity play, the teacher shouted out 'choir!' when we had to sing Silent Night, but I thought she said 'quiet!', so everyone looked at me when they were singing, and I didn't join in! Talk about heavenly peace!
teachers live at school
I used to think the writer's workshop lessons we had in primary school would be like some of carpentry or DIY workshop, and pictured a man from somewhere like Homebase or IKEA coming into the classroom, and saying 'who are these people in my workshop?!'
In primary school, I thought the nursery teacher wasn't allowed to come into the main school and got supposedly 'upset' when seeing her in assembly with the 4-year-olds, because I hadn't expected to see her again after 2 years like that!
I used to have this very strange idea, not sure why exactly, that there was some sort of plagiarist law for schoolkids about quoting book characters in certain situations, so when I was 11, in year 6, I had this cringe-worthy incident when we heard the word 'bossy' used in a school lesson that was being read to us in English class, it brought back this memory of when I'd randomly told two classmates to 'stop being bossy', although they weren't really, I was just quoting someone from a book that I thought of at the time, and I managed to discreetly cry about it in the next lesson, until a boy saw my tear-stained face at lunchtime, and luckily he wasn't interfering enough to actually tell on me, because he'd just noticed, but then everyone did, and the headmistress and dinner lady believed that I had really been 'bullied' escpecially when I didsn't want to name anyone, since it was all made up, and I certainly didn't want anything to happen to me or anyone, both started panicking about me, thinking I'd really been 'bullied', when I tried to explain this phobia I had and had to convince them that it really was just made up!
I used to believe that when the teacher said 'work hard at school' it meant writting with your pen pressed down as hard as possible... It therefore confused me when l was punished for the results of my 'hard work' which was a writting exercise book torn by the excessive force l was exerting on the ball point pen.
I used to believe, instead of in a weekday/weekend pattern, whether or not there was school on a certain day was totally ranfom.
In nursery school, I believed that the teacher was called Miss Penketh because of the pen behind her ear, and the assistant was called Mrs Smiley because she was indeed very nice and smiley.
My mum secretly knew that I preferred Smiley to Penketh lol, although that's just because she was prettier, although Miss Penketh was a nice teacher anyway. Coincidentally I have also had two different music teachers called Mrs Hall, as in the music hall, and a neighbour called Mrs Lane, like saying 'Mrs Lane who lives down the lane'. She was a scary old Scottish lady, who we always avoided, but laugh to look back on.
I once randomly thought out loud that school days were 14 hours long, only to find out that it's actually 6. No idea why.
I used to think that going to university would be like going to boarding school, hence the fact that you stay overnight. No wonder I never had a chance to go.