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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.
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!
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.
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.
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 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.
As a kid I used to believe that when you sharpened your pencil, the eraser on the pencil grew.
Until I was on fift grade I used to believe that world map was only showing have of the world as the globe is meant to be round and the map was flat.
When I was in grade school we had a history lesson about the Civil War and Reconstruction. The teacher told us the United States had split apart and then after the war the Southern states had to rejoin the rest of the country. I thought she meant literally split apart. I imagined people using big boards to nail the country back together.
My friends and I thought that grades in school kept going on forever and that even adults had to go to school every day. Only after we asked a teacher what grade she was in did we learn that the last grade is 12th grade.