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When I was in preschool, my teacher would always ask everyone "Did you bring Show and Tell?" In my preschooler head, I pictured Show and Tell as two twin girls, and would always say no because I couldn't fathom how everyone could bring the same two people to school especially if they weren't already in my class!
I thought that however old you were, thats the # of grade you were in. example: if you were 4 years old, you would be in 4th grade
i have always identified a subject in school as a color, like, math was red, reading was blue, science was green, etc. im 12 now and still belive it.
When I was little, I saw old TV shows that showed students sitting in front of the class wearing the Dunce Cap (a huge pointed gnome-looking hat) because they had gotten answers wrong when the teacher called on them. So I was terrified of going to kindergarden because I thought they were going to put the Dunce Cap on me if I didn't know the answer. I felt a lot better when my mom said they don't use Dunce Caps anymore and that most schools never did.
the first time i watched "Matilda" was when i was five. i used to think all principals would put their kids in the chokey when they were bad. i cried so hard during my first "talking-in-class" detention that my teacher told me to just go outside for recess.
During my first day at school as a kid, I had a question in my mind that, "Whether I should RETURN home after school ends that day?"
I used to beleve that my school mascot "the Stags" was a person without a date.
I used to assign colours to all the numbers when I was a kid. Perhaps this stemmed from a Sesame Street/Playschool obsession. 1 was always yellow, 2 was red, 3 was blue, 4 was green, 5 was orange, 6 was purple, 7 was pale green, 8 was black, 9 was indigo and 10 was rainbow. It took me a long time to grow out of this, and I think I still secretly do this!
I used that when i started first grade i was in six grade cuz i was six years old. and i believed it until i was 8 im 12 now
I was one of those weird kids who loves going to school, and the teachers would always say I was making progress really fast.
I worried that by the time I was, say, twelve (REALLY OLD), I would have learnt everything there was to know and I wouldn't be allowed to come to school any more.
On my last day in kindergarten, I remember turning to my best friend and telling her that I was sort of sad to be finished with it, because not only did I not "guard" any "kinder", but I didn't even know what "kinder" was in the first place.
When I was little and we had a fire drill, I thought a Giant Drill screwed into the side of building. I never understood why when we came back inside, there were never any holes in the walls. Once a peice of paper had fallen off my desk when we returned and of course, I assumed the drill had knocked it off.
I used to believe that school was a place kids go to get turned into adults.
When I was old enough to go to kindergarten, I thought it meant only visiting the place for an hour or so - just like a zoo or a birthday party. I was absolutely horrified when my mom left. I stood hours in the playground, not uttering a word and thought my mom had simply gotten rid of me.
i thought going to school was getting on the bus and driving round all day until they dropped you off.
Before I started school my brother told me that all the kids at school ate napkins. I wanted to be cool like all those kids at school and started eating napkins.
when I was little I thought kindergarden was an actual garden and I worried that I couldn't go because of my aleargies
When i was in first or second grade we had a certain time that was called snak time and all of the students would bring little things to eat. At parent tacher night my parents opend up my desk to see it littered with wrapers and spoons from my previous snaks. of corse they asked me why i had left them there and i replied "i know! i keep puting them in there but the janitors never clean them out!"
i dont remember this moment but my parents mention it every now and again.
My teacher told me that if you drew two straight lines on a page that were not parallel lines, they would eventually cross one another if you made them long enough. She said that if the page was not big enough, you could extend the lines on the floor and you would see that eventually they would cross. I thought I was smarter than mathematicians because I knew that if you needed a lot of space to extend the lines, you could have to go around the world, in which case they would cross in two places! I thought I might win the Nobel Prize for my theory.
When I was 8, my dad told me we were moving to California and I'd be going to a "year-round" school. I thought that ment we would have to go to school every weekday all year with no breaks.
I was relieved to know we still had three months off, just not all during the summer.