school

I used to believe…

when I was small (primary age) I thought that when we went home teachers cleaned up then sat down at a desk and just stayed there untill we came back.At the time I thought it all seemed absoulutely believable. I didn't think any different untill a teacher mentioned his wife.

I used to believe when you were first born your parents would ask you if you wanted to go to school or not. I was so jealous of my cousin (her parents schooled her).

I used to believe…

It was a common belief amongst the younger grades at my elementary school that there were murderers in the trees just a few feet beyond the fence at the end of the playing fields. I don't know why but it wasn't something I was scared of, I remember being awed by the idea that they were there more than anything. The murderers weren't any kind of threat so long as you didn't get too close to that fence.

I used to believe…

As a teacher, I sometimes have reason to call my the homes of my students. One evening, around 6:30pm I called to check on a student who had been out sick for a while. I told her that the class missed her and that we were looking forward to having her back. The next day, she came in and asked me where the phone was that I called her from. She peered around the room, apparently wondering where I hid it. It dawned on me that she thought I called her from the classroom and so I informed her that I called from home. She looked at me wide eyed and said, "You mean you don't live here?" Looking back, I remembered a time when I too believed my teachers lived in their classrooms!

I used to believe…

When I was in Junior High our fire alarms had what appeared to be a small hole just below where you would pull the lever down. The story that was spread around was that an ink dye would shoot out when the alarm was pulled, staining the clothes of the person who pulled the alarm. According to the story, if there had been a real fire the school would purchase you new clothes, however if it was a prank you would be caught instantly. I was never real sure about the story but I also wasn't willing to try it either. Good thing since I DIDN'T know at the time that a false fire alarm was a felony.

I used to believe…

When I was in grade seven, I thought the name of a geometric angle was "ejaculate" and called out that answer during a lesson. I didn't realize until grade eight that the CORRECT name for the angle was "adjacent". Everyone had laughed at me, but no one told me I was wrong, even the teacher!

I used to believe…

It was the first day of school at a new school in 6th grade. my history teacher told us that in all the smoke detectors there were cameras so when he lfet the room he could still see us so none of us ever talked or made any noise when our teacher left the class

I used to believe…

when i was in 1st grade i was very proud that i knew the pledge by heart. i also thought u had to say it every day, or u were to have some kind of punishment and if you skipped a day u had to make up for it another day. so on the weekends when we would go shopping on the way we would pass all the resturants with flags infront of them i would turn to the window and slowly sneek my hand up to my heart and mumble the pledge to myself.. if we were going to fast and i couldn't say the whole thing i would start over at the next flag.. lets just say i could say the pledge of allegence really fast and to this day never stumble over the words

I used to believe that teachers were a separate species, immune to feelings and every day problems. I didn't think they ever got sick. Now that I'm a teacher, I see that some beliefs never die!

I used to believe that my fourth grade English teacher was a murderer. All the "big kids" told stories about her to scare us. It didn't help either when she would get mad and yell "If you don't get quiet right now, I am going to rip all your heads off!"

I used to believe…

when i was doing metal framing we had a guy that used to cut the studs (he was about 27) well one day he didnt have a shirt on while cutting the metal studs and he began to complain about itching, we tole him it was "metal mites" that live inside metal and when you cut it you release them and they burrow under you skin. well we had him so worried about it he went to th ER, needless to say we all a good laugh at his embarassment.

I grew up in a small town and our Elementary School was one floor (of classrooms) and then had about 15 steps down to a gymnasium. I remember every day that we had Gym class (right up until we left for High School in grade 7) EVERYBODY would skip the third stair from the bottom because it was grey and all the rest were red... the "big kids" told us when we were in kindergarten that if we stepped on the grey step, a monster would kill us the next time we were alone...I remember every time I had to go to the bathroom I would RUN to it, because the stairs to the Gym were right next to the bathroom...and I'd pray the whole time.

So a couple of years ago, I was laying on a boat with a friend of mine (I think I was in grade 11 or 12 and he had been graduated for 4 or 5 years) and we were talking about how much we missed being kids...and he brought up the grey stair! I thought it was funny that EVERYBODY that went to school there knew about it and were scared because it had been passed down for so long.

(I still skip the third stair when I visit the school)

I thought that the teacher's that were real old lived in the school because nobody wanted them. Well everybody was always saying "In With The New and Out With The Old" around me.

I used to believe…

When I was about 6, I was convinced that all the teachers in my school lived in a very large, one room basement under the school, and that somewhere there was a big elevator they took to get to their basement after school when all the kids left. I then had my heart set on finding hte elevator and finally convinced myself it was in the janitors closet, and for at least 3 or 4 years would run past the door for fear that a mad teacher was going to jump out and grab me and no one would ever see me again.

I used to believe…

My kindergarten teacher used to get facelifts. My older brother told me that kids weren't supposed to know (and he would get in trouble for telling me), but when someone gets a facelift, their face is replaced with a new one. Many years later, I asked my parents. Of course, my brother doesn't remember telling me that...

I used to believe that teachers, along with parents, and people in office were a different species. I also thought that dogs were the same species as kids. I held that belief until I was 10. Strangely enough, I was a straight A student.