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When I was in about 1st or 2nd grade, I used to think that school went on forever. I had a lot of cousins and they all talked about being in such high grades like 10th or 11th (which I'm currently in). I actually remember having a conversation with one of my friends at the time that school would go on until 1 millionth grade!
When I was little - before we learned cursive - my sister and I called it 'real writing'.
When I was little I went to a school that was 1st to 3rd. I was in 1st and I can remember thinking 3rd graders were the really big kids. I couldn't wait to be one!
when i went to preschool i was told that each november 11th i got out for 'Veteran's Day' but i always heard it as 'Bedtime's Day' and thought that it was the day when everyone spent the whole day in bed
when i was young a friend of mine frome primary school told me that she never studied at home because she had a special trick, and so she told me that she only had to put her schoolbook under her pillow and when she woke up in the morning the knowledge had transferred to her brain. i was so stupid to believe her. one special day my parents were gone on holidays and my grandmother was looking after me, i tryed it and got the worst mark i ever had.
As a preschooler, I used to think that at school testing starts on Day 1 and testing, not teaching, was what teachers mostly did. I knew how to read, write, add and subtract before I went to school, but I knew there was a mathematical operation called multiplication and I didn't know how to multiply. So on my first day of class I was trembling with fear because I thought the teacher will ask me to multiply two numbers and give me a failing grade.
My daughter asked why I didn't come to the school assemblies. I explained that it was difficult for mummy as I had to work. She then proceeded to tell me that I didn't know what I was missing out on as 'God' comes to the assemblies. I later realised that she was talking about the Priest!
When I first started kindergarden.. my mom told me that the mom's waited in a room across the hall so that i wouldn't be scared of being left.
When I was at school I thought 'fire extinguishers' actually shot out flames and when a fire alarm went off they would all start shooting flames out everywhere.
I was confused for a long time about this because surely if there was a fire this would only make the problem worse?
When I was in preschool, I used to believe that if you just scribbled loops on paper, that was writing cursive.
When I was in first grade we attended an assembly. Well this assembly in particular they were going to hand out the awards for perfect attendance etc... Well when I heard my name I went up on stage to get my trophy. Only when I got up there it wasn't even my class they were calling out the awards for it was for the fourth graders. My teacher was on the side calling me telling me that I didn't hear the last name they called on.
When I was a kid I used to get really excited whenever I figured something out in school (like the three times table) and believed that I was the only one who had figured it out. Up to this point my belief was pretty harmless but I went on to believe that I had to hide my "discoveries" otherwise the teacher would take credit for them. I ended up taking a lot of remiedial class for a year.
When I was in elementary school, there were four water fountains side by side. They were labeled "Coffee, tea, milk shake, pee". "Milkshake" had the strongest flow, so everyone wanted to drink from the third fountain. "Pee" just trickled out, but sometimes some hapless kid would drink out of it. If he did, he would be teased for the rest of the day.
(Jacob, did you happen to go to the same school as I went to: Hillside School, in Berkeley, CA? Or was it a more widespread phenomenon?)
When I was in elementry school, there were 4 drinking fountains set side by side...Each fountain had a title, in this order: 1.Coffee,2.Tea,3.Soda Pop,4.Pee......If you drank from one of the fountains, you were sad to have been drinking that flavored drink..No matter how big the lines were at the fountains, we would stay away from the "Pee" titled fountain....Sometimes some of us forgot about the titles and we laughed at and teased all day long for drinking "Pee"..YUCK!
I beleive it was third grade that we progressed to cursive writing but I must have been impatient to get on with it because I turned in my first assignment in cursive on an occasion when we weren't asked to use cursive. I hadn't yet learned all the tricks of this new writing style but I was trying to show off anyway. My balloon got burst big time when the teacher pointed out that there were supposed to be spaces between each word not just between sentences. You see I had strung all the letters in my sentences together sothewordswereconnectedtoo
I remember when we had our first fire drill in school. The teacher told us that when the alarm rings, we would have to leave the classroom in an orderly fashion and walk (not run!) into the playground. Having never heard the term "fire drill" before, I thought that we were being taken outside to see a power drill that made holes with fire rather than with a drill bit. It sounded so cool. I was sure disappointed when I found out what we were actually doing!
I wanted to learn how to read so badly that I came home from my first week in Kindergarten crying because I hadn't learned yet. After all my mother had been teling me I'd learn to read when I started school...
When I was 4 there was talk of me skipping kindergarten and going straight to first grade. I was terrified at the thought of being with the older kids primarily because I was positive that, since I was younger, everyone else would tower above me and I'd only come up to the middle of their shins. Those first-graders are mighty intimidating, I tell you what.
I used to think that "going steady" meant you paired up with a girl and then the two of you would study for tests and do homework together.
In maybe 3rd grade, I was sitting in class daydreaming, and suddenly the teacher was asking me to go to the office to get a "one hole punch". I thought it was some sort of punishment for not paying attention, but dutifully went to the office and told the receptionist that I was there for the "one hole punch". All the while I was wondering if the principal, a tall bearded man, would be administering the punishment himself.
I was relieved when she gave me this funny metal instrument to take back with me. Phew!