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In kindergarten, we only had to go to school for a half day, so I always wondered what all the other kids did when we were gone. I never understood that one day I would find out--I thought I'd be done with school after Kindergarten.
in kindergarden, i was in the afternoon class, and me and the whole class used to complain, cause we didn't get to hear the announcements and the pledge. so we all used to think that before we came in every afternoon, theyd shove a sock in the speakers. and when the teacher left, we'd all smeel around for the sock...
I never could hear very well, and I remember in Kindergarten that the teacher was calling roll and everyone was saying "present." I was very excited because I thought I was going to get a present! Then, in first grade the same thing happened again and I was really sad cause I never got my present!
I used to think in kindergarten and first grade that if you got 'kicked out of school' for failing, misbehaving, or whatever, that the principal would come and take you to the door of the school and literally kick you out.
my mum used to always tlak about my much older family members going off to university. i thouhgt it was one huge building where everyone in the world went, and it had a picture of the globe on the front, like 'universal' the film people's symbol.
I think it was in second grade when, without explanation, a teacher guided me to a room where another kid had headphones on and was holding up one finger or no fingers in response to something. I thought it was a radio and we were supposed to hear music. All I heard was this beep so I never lifted a finger. The lady examining me sure looked puzzled. Good thing I wasn't transferred to a school for the deaf!
Back when my sister was the age to start preparing for college, I heard her and her friends speaking of "taking college boards". At first I thought that meant that some wooden parts of college buildings would be missing from some strange ritual where prospective college students went and stole them.
When I was in grade school.... such as 1st through 5th. I use to think that when I was home from school sick everyone else in my class was home from school sick too. It was as if school did not go on without me.
When I was in preschool, I heard my father and some people building my fireplace swear, and I got in incidents with my mother for swearing at home. I knew I could get in trouble saying swears at home, so I thought, "If I swear at school, my parents won't know I did it." So at preschool, I recited a line from the book, "Love You Forever" which went, "And they always let him say bad words, like..." And from there on I'd say all sorts of swears. My teacher told me she didn't want to hear those words, but I kept going. My teacher and the director said they wanted to speak to me and my mom after school. I was in trouble. So I learned that swearing at school is actually worse than swearing at home!
I once thought that when on a school field trip, the rules didn't need to be followed. I found out I was wrong when in kindergarten, there was a girl I wanted a kiss from, and I knew we weren't supposed to kiss at school, and when I saw her on a school field trip, I asked her to kiss me. She said, "no." I asked her again and again, she kept saying, "no" again and again. Eventually my mom, who chaperoned this field trip, screamed my name. This is how I knew that even when on a school field trip, one still must follow the rules.
One time at school, I was going to be in a Christmas event called, "It's a small world after all." The teacher had all the students come from different countries. I thought that if the teacher made you be a certain nationality, that you would be from that country. My teacher had me be from Norway. I cried and cried because of this, since I am pure Irish.
When i was younger before i started school i asked my older brother what school was like and he told me that the older boys will put my head down the toilet and flush it everyday
I remember that when i was in 6th grade we were taught a lesson on the " man eaters of tsavo-thts some place in africa. The lesson talks about a lady who went out of her hut to answer nature's call and was killed by the tiger. I used to believe that " nature's call meant that the lady heard some bird call out and she went out to answer back the call. Coz as a kid whenever I heard a cuckoo sing I would sing back to it.
When I was in kindergarten, I kept hearing strange noises coming out of the music portable. Since it sounded like stomping and trumpeting, I thought there were elephants in there. (It was really the 5th graders doing band practice.)
When i have just arrive to America (knowing little to no English)
I used to think that firedrills were drills design to help fat children excercise. I actually told my dad this and he believed me for a while, haha.
When I was little I once asked my parents how to talk to the kids that were in the special education program at my school and my parents told me to just talk to them like I would talk to anybody else. When I was 8 I was suddenly given this battery of tests that none of my friends had to take and placed in a special class part of every day. Everybody treated me the same as they ever did and I became certain I must be retarded. It was the "gifted program" but I didn't believe anyone when they told me that, not for years.
Every year at school they had a special week devoted to fire safety. After a while, I assumed that fires were really common and that eventually everyones house would burn down at some point. Some nights I went to bed in near tears because I thought it could be the last night in my house since it could burn down. I even planned out what toys I would take out of the fire with me.
I think they went over board on Fire Safety Week.
During 1st year of elementary a boy hit me, so I complained to the teachers. They said his name was Peter - for half a year I used to believe that every bully's name was Peter.
At the end of first grade, I was told I was going to skip second grade. The first day of school, when my mom came to wake me up I was very confused. I thought I got a year off for being smart and could stay home and play all year!
When I was extremely young, I used to think that if you got on the "A" or "B" honor roll, it meant you'd written an essay where every single word began with an "A" and that was how you got on the honor roll. Same thing with "B" honor rolls.