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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!
As I was a child at the age of 2 or 3 years my brother (who is three years older than me) was put to school. So my relatives asked me if I was already keen on going to school, too. My answer must have been quite surprising for them and it was about this:
"No, that´s not a good place to be - everyone who is put to school looses his teeth."
After all, maybe there´s really a causal coherence and school is just a enormous tooth-fairy-conspiracy to get the childrens´ teeth.
Well, that was a really strange thing to believe in and I wonder if anyone else did!?
I was young when President Reagan was shot. At my grammar school it was said that kids at ‘the high school’ had clapped when they heard the news. I didn’t understand the politics of it all and only knew that it was horrible that a human being had been shot. I thought that ‘the high school’ must be this incredibly frightening orgy of violence – think ‘Rebel Without a Cause’ crossed with ‘Spartacus’ – that was orchestrated, encouraged and graded (!!) by the teachers. What else could bring people to applaud the assassination of a president?
When I was in the first grade, sixth graders where huge. I was certian that they lived on their own and drove cars.
this is actually my mom's old childhood belief. In third grade, her class was located in a portable building which had housed the special education class the year before. My mother was the youngest of five girls. Ergo, her sistgers convinced her that she had been retarded from birth and that nobody had wanted to tell her. Idunno how long she fell for it, but knowing my mom, it may have been some time.
The night before my first day of kindergarten, I was very excited. I pictured "school" as this cross between a medieval monastery, a planetarium, and a mad scientist's lab. People in long flowing robes. Wild chemistry set-ups with bubbling flasks and spirals of glass tubing. At "school", I would finally get to learn the secrets of the universe.
Imagine my surprise at the kindergarten classroom. My heart fell, but after a bit, leaped with hope again as the teacher said that we should "line up to all go to the lavatory". I heard "laboratory", and thought this was finally it. Clearly they had all the cool stuff hidden in some other part of the building.
But then saw the prosaic tiled wall and then realized it actually meant "toilets".
School has not lived up to my dreams yet, but I think I'm still looking for that same thing.
I remember an exercise in class where we had to measure the length of our foot with a 1-foot-ruler. I was absolutely confused as to why we needed to, since a foot must be a foot long!
PS - By the time I was older I was actually quite gifted at mathematics - true.
When I was a little girl, my mum and dad told me that if I was naughty, I would go to the "naughty girls school" and would point it out when we drove past it. I always thought, gosh that's small, they must just cram them in like sardines. It wasn't until I was 18 and going past it on the bus that I realised it was a Gas Sub Station (those little green huts).
WHEN I WAS IN 1ST GRADE A LADY CAME INTO OUR CLASS AND ASKED IF ANYONE HAD ALREADY BEEN IN SPEECH THERAPY.I RAISED MY HAND WITH SOME OTHERS AND TO MY HORROR I HAD TO GO WITH THEM. I NEVER HAD SPEECH CLASS NOR DID I NEED IT. I THOUGHT I WOULDN'T HAVE TO GO IF I'D ALREADY BEEN THERE.THEY SENT ME BACK TO MY CLASS.
I used to believe teachers wouldn't assign homework if someone missed class, because the missing student wouldn't know what to do, and that wouldn't be fair, would it? I actually missed a homework assignment in 4th grade because of this; I didn't bother checking on the blackboard for the assignment, because I just *knew* we didn't have any homework. My mom had to explain to me that the missing kid would have to make up the work when s/he got back to school, which I thought was just a travesty of justice.
when i was about 3 i used to think that your age went along with what grade you were in. you were 1 year old in 1st grade,2 years old in 2nd grade,3 years old in 3rd grade, 4 years old in 4th grade ect. ect.
this was reinfored when my dad told me that i wasnt in school becuase i was too smart and not because i wasnt old enough
When my sister who is 2yrs older than me started school at the at the age of 6 she would come home with stories of going into the hall for morning prayers,maybe it was an accent thing (we live in newcastle) but i was convinced she and all the school stood round a huge hole in the middle of the school and prayed not to fall in.
My mother enrolled me in pre-school at the university where she was pursuing a degree. My first day there, we were told to expect a fire drill. I had never heard this phrase, and when the loud siren went off, I fell to the floor and started to scream bloody murder. They had to carry me outside. I thought a fire drill was a drill that would come and set us all on fire.
I used to think that when you went to junior school you had to wear a turban.
when i was in the 2nd grade my family moved, and thus i had to go to a new school. We had moved from CT to VA and things were quite different, everything seemed strange in fact. My first day at school i remember raising my hand to tell the teacher i had to use the rest room. she said," the lavatory is down the hall to the right." never having heard this word before i thought she was saying "labratory" and had misunderstood me. when i repeated myself and she again told me to go use the "lavatory" i thought...these people are freaks!! , no way am i peeing in the science room!! LOL and i wondered all day if maybe they did experiments on pee there or something. LOL
i used to believe that if i wasn,t at school the teachers would expell me from that school!!
I had a friend (Tom) at primary school who was forever getting his words mixed up. He arrived home one afternoon and told his mother he had been exercising in the school's new gin museum (he meant gymnasium).
Whwn i was in kindregarden, i used to get out to wait for my mom, coming to take me home, and my teacher was always terrified that i got lost. So she told me that a gipsy man comes and takes children away and puts potatoes slices on their eyes, and they get blind. I used to believe that untill i was 17.
I used to believe that exercise books actually contained exercises of the keep fit variety. I must have bought four from the local shop before realising there was no mistake and they were supposed to be blank.