school

I have 8 brothers and sisters--all older. They told me a LOT of things when I was younger--I was something of a "surprise" and I'm a full 5 years younger than any of them.

All of us went to a private school where we had uniforms. When I was getting ready for my first day, my older brother (13 at the time, I was 4) came into my room and told me that the reason they made us all wear uniforms to school was to make us look the same. I said that our Mother had told me it was an "equalizer" so no one would fight over clothes. He said she was lying to me and once I got to school they would give me a number instead of calling me by my name and no one would be able to to tell who I was and no one would care.

This belief lasted for about 12 minutes before my Mother assured me that my brother is an idiot and grounded my brother "for life" (aka, 3 days) but it was a very scary 12 minutes. I was a 4 year old without an identity, something that I was already constantly worried about being from such a large family!

I used to believe…

When I was in Primary School I had a teacher that all of knew didn't like kids or for that matter being a teacher. One day he came in and said: hand up all the Catholics in the class(3 x put a hand up) and he told us 8 year olds that we were to blame for all the murders and killings in Northern Ireland. I went home from my school in Australia and asked my parents when the Hell were they in Ireland and why had they never told ME that they had traveled abroad let alone murdered people for nothing. This same teacher's measurement class involved him coming and slamming books down saying "there are 12 inches in a foot" Later he just said" "there are three feet in a yard" and i spent a whole weekend pacing out our back-yard trying to work the statement out because there was definitely MORE than three foot(lengths) in my yard alone - let alone the houses with biogger yards!!! I even tried wearing my father's shoes when measuring things out as the teacher's calculations might have been done with 'grown-ups' shoes on

I used to believe…

When I was in kindergarten and my sister was in second grade, we found a worm in the yard and put it in a cup of dirt to look at it. She claimed she could communicate with the worm through an elaborate series of head movements. She promised me that I too would be taught this language in second grade.

Second grade came. Every day I waited for my teacher to get in front of the class and say "Attention everyone! We're not having math today, kids, because we'll be learning worm language."

Every day I thought, "This has to be the worm language day."

The day never came.

I'm still bitter.

I used to believe…

When I was a kid, kids at school used to say that if you sharpened your pencils on both ends, later in life you'll get kids that're siamese twins conjoined at the lower torso. huh?

I used to believe…

My 7th grade teacher...he looked like Santa. he had a button nose, and a white beard, but he was thin. we called him the "anorexic santa claus" and he danced around when people got good grades and said words that seemed friendly to children, not so friendly to older people like us...he once made a mistake and when pointed out, said "Oh, I'm a naughty boy!" and always asked for our phone numbers (to call our parents...i think he was at&t obsessed)

from then on we decided that he was a sexual predator santa and we all tried to steer clear.

I used to believe…

This how I imagine substitute teaching working:
The sick teacher would be lying in his/her bed like they were dying. The principle would be at their bedside. The teacher would say, "Please, have (insert name of substitute here) teach my class today" and then die or go to sleep or something

I used to believe…

When I was a kid, I thought that teachers all went to the same school to learn how to be teachers. I also thought they knew everything in the entire world but they didn't have time to teach everything before you finished high school, which is why there were colleges. You could go there to learn more if you wanted to.

I used to believe…

In kindergarten our teacher would select one student every day to take the attendance sheet to the principal's office. For the first two months of kindergarten I refused to do it, because I was afraid the principal would come out of his office and fire me from school.

I used to believe…

There were a bunch of boys in my second grade class who figured out that you could touch their eyeballs with their fingers. My teacher didn't like it because of germs so she told them if you accidently hit the black middle part of your eye it would pop out. I believed it until I was about 14.

I used to believe that the day you turned 6 you would immediately know how to read. So on my 6th birthday, I woke up and just started staring at anything with words, but I still couldn't read. All day I looked at billboards, books, passages, anything with words, but I still couldn't read them, I just repeatedly told myself, "I guess it hasn't kicked in yet." I finally realized it wasn't going to happen...it was a sad birthday... I have no idea why I thought this.

I used to believe…

Up until rather recently (I'm 20) I thought that only kids in elementary school in Oregon got to play the Oregon Trail computer game because it was about Oregon, and I'd always feel special playing it.

Then I heard stories from people who had also played the game in elementary schools, but in different states, even ones not along the Oregon Trail! It completely ruined it for me.

I also always wondered why it had places like Missouri in it, since Missouri isn't Oregon.

I was in 1st standard, and I reached home and told my mom and my sister that the teacher has got a big slate upon which she writes. They had a hearty laugh before they told me that was called a "black board". Well, i didn't hear the last of it for years!

I used to believe…

When I was little, I thought that you went to school according to your age (ie; 1 yr olds went to first grade, 2 yr olds to second and so on) and I just thought that I was home schooled until my parents got bored with me and I had to start from kindergarten to learn how to go to regular school--Naturally, I thought I'd be starting out in 5th grade...turns out, not so much.

I used to believe…

when i was in elementry school, me and my friends would go to the main hall for assembly.
but all the time the principal was talking we was looking at the air vent above him. now, im the air vent must have been two slits in the brick behind letting in sunlight, but as the rest of the vent was dark, it looked just like a pair of eyes.
we were petrified for years that one day we would go to school and the "eyes" would come out and get us. we spend every day trying to think of what terrible monster the eyes could have belonged to, but noone dared to have a look on their own.

as you can imagine, no teacher believed us.
they probably knew and was hiding the secret from us. well, they didnt want our advice, so let 'em be eaten! ]:) teehee :)

I used to believe that when the teacher told our class "be kind to your neighbor", he\she meant that you only had to be kind to the people that lived in the houses right next to your house! (i was in kindergarten)

I used to believe…

When I was about 10, I decided that if I waited to sign my name on a test until I had finished, I could escape getting a bad grade if I didn't like my performance. The teacher just wouldn't know it was my paper. Then I started writing in only alternate letters in my name, which I would correct when I was done. Once I forgot to do this and the boy who corrected my paper made fun of me.

I used to believe…

Once my mother came to pick me up from school, one of my friends told her I was in the weight room and that she would go get me. It wasn't until I graduated high school that I found out my mother thought there was a room at school where kids go to "wait" for their parents to pick them up.

I had this really awful kindergarten teacher. I mean, she was just dreadful, so to most people, it came as no surprise when she was fired the next year. My peers and I, however, thought that she had died and was now a ghost that lived in the attic of our school (it used to be a house), and looked down at us through the ceiling lights. It made sense at the time, seeing as no one was allowed into the attic, and until forth grade, my classmates and I were terribly scared of the ceiling lights.

I used to believe…

when i was in kindergarden, 1st grade 2nd and 3rd, i always thought that each day of the week had a color(and i still think about that sometimes). Monday=red tuesday=blue wednesday=orange
thursday=pink friday= black
An not until recently did i realize why i thought that! In kindergarden, we always had playtime. There were 5 things you could do, but only 1 each day. My teacher made a chart with colors representing weeks that told us what we could do taht day.