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?!'
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.
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.
You know those shirts you wear in school for P.E which say "physed"? For the longest time I misread it as saying "psyched" and wondered why they had the kids shirts that said that.
When I was four through six, I attended this school which had "the golden rules", only the paper these rules were written on was actually yellow, not gold, so I thought that they ought to be called the "yellow rules".
I went to a private school as a child, and I thought they were called "private schools" because you weren't supposed to tell anyone about them. It was weird every time my relatives asked how I was doing in school, only to get the response of "That's a secret."
When I was five or six, I drew on a globe and a teacher snapped, "You must not draw on school property!!".
So I thought that drawing wasn't allowed on school premises.
In 1st grade the teacher told us on our first day that we could get detention for misbehaving, and I was terrified of having it happen to me. I thought detention meant you weren't allowed to go home that day and you had to stay at school all night copying lines onto the chalkboard until class started again the next morning. One day I finally did get detention - I was whistling during class and didn't admit to it when the teacher asked who was whistling; but a girl one desk over told on me. My impending detention was the only thing I could think about for the rest of class. Needless to say, I was VERY surprised and underwhelmed when the teacher told me, 5 minutes after everyone had left, that my detention was over and that I could go home.
When I first went to School, I thought it was like hell. It's not as a bad as I thought, hehe
When I was in gym class at school I always thought they told us to stand "shoulder with the part" and I remember thinking "what does that even mean?" and just looked at what everyone else was doing to figure it out. I was much much much older when I had the epiphany that it's shoulder WIDTH apart, which makes perfect sense.
I used to believe that the school was fun
When I was about four, our kindergarden teacher told us that there would be a fire simulation in the next few weeks when the firemen would come to our school. I was terrified, because I thought they would set our school on fire to teach us what to do in case a real fire started, and I was unsure whether the firemen would be able to deal with the fire before everything was destroyed.
My mom used to think "preschool" was called "pretty school" until a few years later.
When I was in P.E in Grammar school we played a version on volley ball that I learned later was actually called "Bombadier " (sp?). I misunderstood what the teacher said and thought it was called "Mama Deer"-I couldn't figure out for years what mother deer had to do with a ball game.When someone finally figured out what I was saying they thought it was hilarious.I felt like an idiot.
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.