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I grew up in a small town and our Elementary School was one floor (of classrooms) and then had about 15 steps down to a gymnasium. I remember every day that we had Gym class (right up until we left for High School in grade 7) EVERYBODY would skip the third stair from the bottom because it was grey and all the rest were red... the "big kids" told us when we were in kindergarten that if we stepped on the grey step, a monster would kill us the next time we were alone...I remember every time I had to go to the bathroom I would RUN to it, because the stairs to the Gym were right next to the bathroom...and I'd pray the whole time.
So a couple of years ago, I was laying on a boat with a friend of mine (I think I was in grade 11 or 12 and he had been graduated for 4 or 5 years) and we were talking about how much we missed being kids...and he brought up the grey stair! I thought it was funny that EVERYBODY that went to school there knew about it and were scared because it had been passed down for so long.
(I still skip the third stair when I visit the school)
I use to believe that if you went into school you never came out unless you escaped. I thought thats why the kids were so happy to get out and didn't want to go.
In my first week of kindergarten, we were offered the opportunity to attend bible school (in an RV parked off the school campus) once a month. However, my parents were not religious people, so I'd never really heard of the bible. I had, however, seen "An American Tail" way too many times.
Spilling off of the school bus that afternoon, I told Mom, very enthusiastically, about my chance to go to Fievel school! I just couldn't wait to learn more about that adorable Russian mouse!!!
One time during elementary school we are reading a poem by "e.e. cummings". I asked my teacher why his name isn't capitalized. My teacher told me it was "artistic license." For a while I thought there was an actual "artistic license" that you have to apply for and get, like a driver's license, and only if you had an "artistic license" were you allowed to violate the rules of syntax.
I used to think that if I was home sick that no one else could go to school either. (it was MY school)
I rememeber when I was 5 or 6 and my teacher was taking attendance. She told us when she called our name we could either say "here" or "present". I always said present because I didn't realize they meant the same thing, I thought that by saying present we would get a present. I never could figure out why nobody else wanted a present besides me.
I used to believe that the Chinese boy in my kindergarten class flew from China every day to get to class.
I used to believe that kindergarten was called "kindy garden" after some sort of garden or something.
I used to believe that the teacher's paper slicer was what she used to cut off our tongue when we talked in class
i remember my first fire drill at school. i thought the teacher said "fire grill". as we lined up and filed out of the class i though we were going outside to grill up some burgers and hotdogs. i was very very disappointed when we were told to return back to the classroom and i hadn't gotten anything to eat! i didn't even see food!
In Kindergarten, when my teacher needed to talk to an adult or allowed us some free time, she would say "you may talk to your neighbors".
I lived in the country and had only a few neighbors, all of whom were older than me. I sat in silence because my neighbors were not in my Kindergarten class. I was extremely jealous of all the other kids because they must have lived in a really cool place to have that many neighbors.
Our school came out with a theatre production last fall. Ever since I heard the plays name i thought it was titled "Little Shop of Whores"...it was really "Little Shop of Horrors.
When I was in first grade, I used to pass by the main office every day going to my class. I noticed that there was a large object with a slicer. I thought that this was used to cut off bad children's heads. One day, I had to go to the principals office because I was being dismissed.I was on the verge of crying. It so happens that it was a paper cutter.
When I was at primary school the "big" kids had studied the french revolution, and they had made a cardboard model of a guillotine. They were going to show it to the school, class by class. It was my class's turn on a Friday, and I had been told by one of the "big" kids that they were going to chop off our heads. I didn't want to seem like a coward and so I didn't tell my brother or my parents. I went to school in the morning after saying goodby to my Mum and Dad, and I thought "this is it". Well, the time came and of course there was no execution. Unfortunately i peed myself in the line to go into the class because of my nerves.
I was scared to death of the fire drill in 1st grade. I thought a giant drill with a flaming bit was coming for us.
In kindergarten, our teacher informed us that later in the week would be make-up picture day. (for making up class pictures if you were out the day earlier in the year) I took this to mean that students could dress up in clown makeup, wear a funny wig, and have their picture taken. I was excited, and told the teacher I had to take a 'make-up' picture. How disapointed was I when I couldn't paint my face and wear a big red nose.
when i was in third grade, i brought home some difficult math homework and asked my (math-challenged) mom for help with it. after struggling with the "bonus" question at the end she got confused and started writing down letters, x and y. i got mad and protested that letters werent allowed in math. she told me it was algebra, which i figured was a speicial secret grownup code that gave them a short cut to difficult math problems. when i took algebra in high school, i was even more mystified by it.
I use to believe that everyone in Florida didn't go to school because it was warm all year around.
I used to think that since there was a junior high school, there was, somwhere, a junior college. I thought this was pretty logical.
When I was young, my family was in the military. We were going to Germany. I thought that I would go over and have to go to a German school and speak German and forget how to speak English and I cried and cried, I was so afraid I would not be able to speak to anyone when we came home and I did not want to go. I was relieved to find they had American Schools and spoke English!!!