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I used to believe that teachers lived at school

I used to believe…

In third grade, I read the schedule. It had mostly the same classes as second grade, but instead of "recess", there was "P.E." I used to believe that P.E. meant recess because of that. Until my first PE class...

i used to believe that when teacher called our names we must say present or else we wont get present at the end of the month so after one month passed i asked my teacher for the present and then she explained me the whole thing

I used to believe that my sister tried to get bad grades on purpose as a plan to get more attention and "A Money" from mom & dad. They would pay us as reward for good report cards and my sister got WAY more money for an A than I would. It was infuriating.

I used to believe that getting Straight-A's was perfectly normal and expected... Heck, all you had to do was pay attention and answer the questions! I was convinced my sister was somehow purposefully getting Cs and Ds because getting As is so easy you would have to try hard to get grades that bad.

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When I was about 9 or 10, my dad was the coach of a high school baseball team and I was convinced I was smarter than his players because I would hear all the coached talk in the office about how the players were idiots and the dumb things they did. Of course being a good student myself, I knew I must be much smarter than his high school players.

So at practice I would borrow their math and science books from their book bags and find problems I could do, as proof I was smarter than them. It was always a mystery to me why there were letters and numbers in their math problems, and I would think to myself, well no wonder they're always getting things wrong... they don't even use numbers to do math!

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When I was 6 years old I used to believe my principle was a robot because whatever I did my dad comes to know
so I thought that my principle was a robot and use to come home before I did and give information to my dad and after giving information my dad used to hide him in a secret place in the house and I believed it till I was 8

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When I was in kindergarten, my teacher would always tell us to be quiet when the announcements came on because our principal could tell if we were listening. I always thought she crawled through a series of tunnels until she arrived at our classroom's PA box to deliver the announcements and watched to see who was paying attention. It wasn't until I saw the intercom system that I realized how it really worked.

I used to think that if a child wore glasses, that child was smart. This didn't mean that I thought children who didn't wear glasses were not smart, just that wearing glasses was a reliable indicator. Then, Mary Beth C. got glasses, and I KNEW she wasn't smart. There went the glasses=smart theory.

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They used to call professional development days "teacher's workshops" when I was in school. I though they went to actual workshops, with benches and hammers, like elves. I was always disappointed they didn't bring they made to show the kids the next day.

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When I was five, I was really excited for my first day of school. The months leading up to kindergarten I would constantly ask my mom how many days were left, if the first day was tomorrow etc. Then the first day of school happens, I have an excellent time, don't stop talking about it for the whole afternoon.
The next day my mom goes to wake me up early again. I was really reluctant to get up and I asked my mom why she was waking me up.
My mom replied, "To go to school, honey."

In my most sincere, no-duh voice I said;
"Ugh, Mom, I did that yesterday."

I used to believe that when I went to school I would learn how to have long conversations on the phone, like my mama....

I used to think making straight A's in school was literally writing A's straight.

I used to believe…

When I was 6-7 years old, I knew an officer named Benito, one day my spanish teacher mentioned the death of the mexican hero Benito Juarez , I was shocked and I told to all the class and the teacher that Benito was alive and he worked as an officer near my house.

I used to think teachers lived at school. Both of my parents were teachers, but I thought they were allowed to live at home just because they had me.

I used to have a terrible fear of fire drills because loud noises tended to startle me. On more than one occasion, I had overheard a staff member mention the words "fire drill", and soon after, one occurred. (Most likely they were talking about one they knew was planned later that day.) At one point, there happened to be a fire drill while I was looking at a book about them. Once, another student asked if there was going to be a fire drill, and a teacher said "there's no fire drill." I got scared anyway, and sure enough, later on the teacher was proven wrong. This made me not want to mention fire drills for fear of causing one.

I used to believe…

As a kid I used to believe that when you sharpened your pencil, the eraser on the pencil grew.