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When I was in Elementary school I used to believe that minimum days were actually called M&M days, and that those days you would go to school and the teachers would give out M&Ms. I was greatly disappointed.
I used to think when you were in High School gym class and you had to change your clothes, you went inside the locker and closed it, then changed your clothes so no one saw you in your underwear.
After I started school, I used to think you could only talk when you raised your hand. So I started raising my hand at home to ask my mom if I could go to the bathroom.
in my lower grades at school, i used to be appalled when i saw the word "sex" on my test papers. in the blank beside it, i would write "NO" and then continue on to circle the "m" for "mail" since my family didn't own a "fax machine" and this was my best guess at what was being asked of me. it wasn't until high school that a teacher told me "f" stood for female.. whoops!
I use to believe that when I had a medical at school by the school nurse she would examin my testicles and if I had an erection she would whack my penis off with a ruler for being rude.
When I was at junior school, my mother encouraged me to do well so i could pass the 11 plus. Unfortunately, she used the old name - she called it the 'scholarship'. I thoght that, if I did well, I had to become a boy sailor and go away to sea at the age of 11!
When I was in kindergarten, there was this talent show where we would dance with partners. My partner was Angela. One day my teacher came up to me and said that Rachel would be my partner because Angela was absent. I had never heard the word "absent" before, and for some reason I assumed that it meant that Angela sat in a dark room all day by herself. I saw an image of her in my mind - it was dark except for an orangeish light. I wondered why she'd want to be absent because it sounded weird and boring.
Whenever I took multiple choice tests in elementary school, I would count up the number of A and C answers versus the number of B and D answers. A and C answers were good, but B and D answers were bad. I would get mad if I had more B and D answers, because then they had "won." I also got excited when I took tests with five choices, because E could help out A and C so that they would triumph over the evil B and D.
I had way too much time on my hands.
Science has never been my forte. In 5th grade it started getting particularly difficult. I was telling my mom how confusing it was to me, and she asked what I didn't understand about it. When I said, "The orgasms and all that stuff" she and my sister burst into laughter. "You mean organisms?" My mother replied. I didn't know what an orgasm was, but I was quite embarrassed.
I went to a private school until the 4th grade, and I belived that kids at public schools had a chain with a metal ball clamped to their shoeless feet as they roamed graffiti covered hallways with passed out junkies on the floor with needles sticking out of their arms. All the kids at public school wore filthy rags and had dirty messed-up hair. The teachers would beat them for no reason. Everytime I got in trouble at school my parents would scream "DO YOU WANT US TO SEND YOU PUBLIC SCHOOL?" I would cry and say no, I would beg them not to send me to public school.
I believed that inside of every solid object (example: a desk) there were tiny workers who were always hammering and building on it from within. This belief was conceived when I put my ear up against my desk and heard loud banging and buzzing noises. I had no idea it was just the magnified noise in the classroom.
I always wondered how it was that women could get bachelor's degrees. And I wondered how it was that my dad was trying to get one when he was married to my mom. I thought they were going to have to get divorced when he got his bachelor's degree.
When I was younger I was VERY short for my age. So when i was in third grade I was playing outside with all my friends and everything was going great, When it was time to go inside my teacher relized I had not yet come in. Well, I was inside, with the pre-schoolers. I tried to tell them I was in third grade and that I was just short for my age (I had a lisp). They didn't believe me and had me convinced that I was supposed to be a pre-schooler because of my size. News went around the school and when they asked me what my name was I told them, they told me they were sorry and began to take me back to the classroom. I was very angry, I kicked, I screamed because I didn't want to go with "the big kids"
I got in a lot of trouble when I was at school. One day when I was 9 my best friends told me there was a gilloteen on the roof of the school and they were going to chop my head off for being naughty!! I beleived this and went and hid in the bushes and didn't come out untill the grounds keeper found me. I carried on beleiving this for about a year, I'm 14 now and my friends have still not let me live it down!
When I was in my first year at school I went home and told my mother that the school nurse was going to be taking a picture of my feet because I had been told that we were having footographs
When I was in 5th grade we were taught about how Louis armstrong,edwin aldrin and buzz collins were the first people on the moon. The lesson clearly said that they found no traces of inhabitation on the moon but when they came back they came with many specimen. And I kept wondering that if there were no people in space how did they come back with these speci-men.
In grades 1-2, I was homeschooled. I had never seen a public school before, and somehow got in my mind that a class room was a great big room with a stage and a spotlight, where the teacher taught from. The students sat in semi darkness and were somehow able to read and write in the dark without damaging their eyes. I never did attend pubic school, as I now go to a private school, and when I hear classroom, I still think of the same thing... and I'm in 6th grade.
I used to believe that whenever I failed an exam, I'd fail my life. After that, I was nearly killed by a car once but survived somehow. I still fear it...
When I was in 3rd grade, some of the older kids gave us advice and warnings about what to expect with our new teacher. She was a little picky wouldn't let us in the very front of the room so the older kids told us that she had an invisible fence surrounding that area and if we walked through it, we'd get electrocuted. For the first half of the school year I was puzzled as to how we weren't zapped everytime we had to write on or clean the chalkboard.
I was so gullible...
I told my little sister, when she was 6 (she's 11 now) that I went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and for aaaaaages she believed me. I had a Harry Potter bag with the Hogwarts Crest on it and she said to me "woow Dumbledore must be really happy that you have a bag with the Hogwarts Crest on" I agreed with her and showed her the wand I bought from Diagon Alley, which was actually a stick I found in my garden! She still denies she ever believed me!