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I was terrified to start kindergarten because I thought I had to know how to read, and I didn't know how, and I believed the teacher would be angry at me.
I used to imagine schoool as being a hallway made of bricks with bars and stools. The students would sit in the dimly lit, narrow corridor and write all day long. Beside them would sit a bowl of water to rest their hands in when they got writer's cramp.
when i was in elementary school, i belived that when you were in college all the taught you was to count really high and make sure you knew your abc's forwards and backwards.
When I was in Kindergarten, I used to believe that classrooms had special air that changed when children talked, because the teachers kept saying over and over again, "There can't be any talking in this room".
Back in primary school, whenever I used to hear about the Head Prefect, I used to think that she was the one who was responsible for checking to see which pupils had nits and lice in their hair.
I went to "private" catholic school as a kid, but I had friends that went to "public" schools, so when I saw signs that said "not open to the public" or "private", I figured I was allowed in there. Unfortunately for hilarity's sake, I never tested my theory.
When I was in kindergarden, I used to believe that the little pieces of concrete in there were dinosaur bones...
In the early years of elementary school everyone sat in the same class and sometimes the whole class would move to the gymnasium or to the library. In the higher grades segments of the class would go to Richmond, a suburb of Vancouver where I live. In reality they weren't getting on a bus to go to Richmond, they were going to enrichment classes... and I wonder why I was never invited to go. :)
When I was in kindergarten, my elementary school had 3 swing sets, each with 3 swings on it (9 total). I used to believe that, if I swung on the swing set in the middle, I'd be in the middle school, and if I swung on the set on the right, I'd be in high school. The same applied to how high I swung...If I swung really high, I thought I would be in high school. :)
I remember thinking that school NEVER ends. I thought when my parents "went to work" it was just like they were in 40th grade or something. One day my mom told me to get ready to go to our neighbors graduation. I asked what "Graduation" was and when she told me I was like "SCHOOL ENDS?????!!!" I was SO excited!
Every morning in school (1950s), we sang "My country, tis a bee, sweet land of liberty, of DIC..." Although I didn't know what DIC meant, the rest made sense...after all, didn't we learn that this was a land of milk and honey? I had no idea I had the words wrong until about the 4th or 5th grade when I finally saw the words in print.
Another special memory of school in the 50s was air raid drills. The school's alarms would ring and we would file out of class, down to the basement, and sit cross-legged on the floor facing the lockers with one forearm over our eyes and the other over the back of our neck...or take the same position under our desks...
I used to believe that when the compresor on the water fountain kicked in that it was taking my picture and charging me for the water so I always tried to finish before this happened.
When I was in grade school I believed that my Dad would be home with Mom and us kids during the whole summer too! I was so upset to find out that my Daddy didn't get any time off~he was really my hero then!!!
I often beachcombed as a child for agates with my great-aunt. She would say that some stones I found were not quite ready and should be put back to finish turning into agates. I accepted this version until age 18 when I was publically caught out in a geology classroom.
Back in kindergarten, my best friend was asked to skip first grade and go right to second grade. For my entire life, up to about age 18, I thought that the school had asked me to skip too, but my parents and I had decided against it. Right. Never happened! I must have convinced myself of this to make myself feel better!!
You know how some kids get expelled and they have to change schools? Well, I thought that that meant the kid wasn't allowed at ANY school in the state. Therefore, the kid and his/her family would have to move to a new state just so the kid could go to school. The Really confusing thing to me was: what if the kid is so bad there are no states left?
I thought that nobody could hear me humming... that it was just in my head. So one day in 1st grade, while we were having quiet time, my teacher kindly asked me to stop humming because I was disturbing the rest of class!
When I went first time at school I thought that my educational process will take only three days!!!
first day: the school
second day: the high school
third day: the university
I'm learning for over 16 years, and it ain't over yet!!!
once when I didn't know how to do a math problem in 2nd grade, I checked out fromt he library an encyclopedia and took it all the way home. I was gong to look up "math" in it and find all the ways to do math problems so i could finish my homework. I coulndt figure out why this particular one only went from A to B
I didn't realize that school attendance was not optional. When asked how I liked my first day in first grade, I replied that it was ok, but lasted too long so I wasn't going back. Was I surprised that I had to go for at least 12 years!