school

I used to believe that getting a tardy slip at school meant you had to wear a leotard all day as punishment for being late.

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When I came to know that we had to pay to my school fee (I was 1st class then) I wondered this way, "I go to school and work so hard, and we only have to pay. How rude of these school people"!

Childhood was so wonderful!

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When I was in the early grades, my teacher told us to bring manila folders to school the next day. I thought she said Vanilla folders, so I went home and told my mother than I needed to bring a vanilla folder to school. She had never heard of them, of course, and, after calling several stores asking for vanilla folders (because i insisted that that was what the teacher said), and getting no satisfaction, she finally called the teacher (much to my mortification), and was informed, after the teacher quit laughing, of the correct kind of folder, we had to go into the next town to get them, because my mother was too embarrassed to go to a local store and admit her mistake. I still sometimes make the mistake of calling them vanilla folders.

I used to believe that when the south seceded from America, the states physically floated away from the continent.

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When I was young, in kindergarten or grade 1 or so, I couldn't fathom that teachers were people with houses too. I couldn't believe that they got to school before me and stayed at school even after I left. I believed that they lived there, and slept on the desks.

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All throughout elementary school, I believed that it was illegal for teachers to come into the bathrooms. So, during class, when we had an assignment I didn't want to do (journal writing, for instance), I would tell the teacher I had to go to the bathroom. I would stay in the bathroom stall playing my GameBoy or reading a book for about 45 minutes and return to class when the the assignments were about over. When the teacher would take me aside and ask why I was in the bathroom for so long, I pretended to be embarrassed and told her I had bad constipation. I never got caught, and was usually excused from the assignments. Foolproof.

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When I was in kindergarten, sometimes my teacher would make kids stay inside during recess to do "make-up" work. I was always extremely jealous of these kids because I thought make-up work meant you got to play with makeup. I imagined kids sitting around the teacher's desk primping and applying lipstick! Then, after I had chickenpox, I finally had my own make-up work. I was SO disappointed when I realized what it really was!

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In 5th grade, I had a health test, and one of the questions was "How many hours of sleep per night is it recommended a human try to get?"
Rather than look up the answers in the book while studying, I asked my dad, to which he said "13", joking of course.
I put this as the answer on my test, which I obviously failed. When getting my graded test back, outside of the hours of sleep per night question, my teacher had circled "13" and in bright red markers added "Is this why you are not doing well in school????"

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When I was in kindergarten, I used to believe that they locked the teacher's in the teacher's lounge at night.

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When I was younger and we were learning about the world, they showed a map of the world. I always believed that the map only showed one side of the world and I could never understand why I couldn't learn about the other side. Now I'm disappointed that I've learned about the earth and there's no new land.

I used to believe when teachers asked you to 'double-space' your essay, they literally mean to put two spaces between each word.
I used to get really frustrated that my word processor only double-spaced LINES and not WORDS and I would do it manually! Strangely, none of my teachers actually noticed the lines weren't double-spaced!! Talk about misleading!

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When I was little I thought that your age was what grade you where in, so when I entered first grade when I was six, I was so confused.

I remember when I was about six or seven that I had my first day off from school as I was sick. Lying on the couch all day and watching nothing but cartoons seemed like a great life to me! So after that I always wanted to have more sick days. One day I came up with the brilliant idea while having a little bit of my older sisters Pot Noodle (a noodle like snack for those not in the know, that I was never allowed to have at the time) that I could pass it off as vomit. I had a mouthful one day and kept it in my mouth without swallowing and walked up to my mom who was watching TV and promptly spat out my mouthful and then groaned that I felt sick. Of course she didn't believe me and was furious with me for spitting food on the carpet for no reason at all.

I used to think that the color orange was called pink, the color pink was called purple, and the color purple was called orange. Unfortunately my twin brother was messing with me when we were doing our school work when we were in preschool. I thought that until I was in first grade and my teacher had to spend quite a bit of time convincing me that I had the names wrong.

I used to believe that I was the only person in the world who could slouch. Sitting cross legged in class I would hunch my back over and feel superior to my classmates. I was crushed when one teacher took a special interest in teaching me posture.

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my dad used to tell me that teachers had no first names and that is why we call them MS. and Mr. that was till i realized that he and my mom were both teachers and they both had first names.