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when i was in first grade, on the first day the teacher announced that, as a class, we'd be taking a trip to the lavatory. i had no idea what that was, so i assumed it was the laboratory and we'd be experimented upon. i was extremely relieved when i realized she meant the bathroom.
In school one day, second grade?, the teacher asked the students what nationality we were. The kids went around saying the usual various countries then it came my turn. I said, "I'm Cescarian." My last name being Cappucci, the teacher asked, "Do you mean Sicilian?" to which I replied, "No, Cescarian! That's what my mother always tells me."
On the morning of my first day of kindergarten, I proudly assured my mother that I would be able to read when I got home that day. I just assumed that your first day in school meant that you were than capable of reading anything.
I was utterly crushed when I found out this wasn't so.
I arrived at a new elementary school in the fifth grade. At an assembly soon after arriving, the principal mentioned that there would be an essay contest. I had never heard the word "essay" before and assumed he meant "S.A." I wracked my brain trying to think of what the abbreviation could mean.
when i was younger i used to believe that here in Australia, there was a few years gap between primary school and high school, let me tell ya i was dissapointed when i graduated from primary school and had to go to high school 6 weeks later
Here's one my kids will be submitting in 20 years: at their elementary school there is an aquarium built right into the wall. Right next to it is a drinking fountain. Many kids won't use that fountain because they believe the water comes from the aquarium!
At primary school, we used to sing hymns during assembly. We were given hymn books with the the words, and below each hymn was the name of its composer(s). I always used to wonder why this guy called Traditional wrote so many more hymns than everybody else.
I used to believe the "lead" inside pencils was real lead and thus was deadly poisonous. In school, I would never touch the poit of a pencil, and I would only hold paper I had written on by the edges. I think I did this till I was 9.
I remember in 2nd grade being terrified of the vision and hearing screenings performed at school. I thought that the nurse would actually pull out your eyes and ears, test them, and then give you new ones if they were bad. You can imagine my relief when I just had to look into a viewmaster and put on headphones.
On my first day in kindergarten, I was sent to take the attendance folder to the office. Well, I knew where to take it but didn't hear that name of it. As I was walking down the hallway I saw the sign 'office' and thought it meant to stay off the ice... it wasn't until my third grade year that I realized the school didn't have an ice rink at the end of the office hallway!
In my parochial kindergarten class, the teacher tried to explain synonyms. When she gave as an example "two Father Johns would be a pair of Father Johns", I thought it meant we would have one normal Father John and one pear-shaped Father John.
When I was in elementry school I truly believed make-up day was a time to play with make-up. I always wanted to be one of the sick kids. Now that I look back it never once occured to me what the buys might be doing at make-up day.
Back in elementary school there was a girl in my class who thought a stapler would only work on paper. To demonstrate this she tried to staple her tongue, thinking that it just wouldn't work. Well, it did.
I used to think school would last forever....
In elementary school, the teacher referred to a meeting with the "school board". I pictured people sitting around talking with a plank of wood.
When I was in Preschool Smokey the Bear came to teach us fire safety. He kept saying, "Only you can prevent forest fires!" Only I was 3, so the word prevent was beyond my vocabulary and I thought he was blaming it all on me. "Only you, Tennille, can start forest fires!" I had nightmares for years.
A few months before I was to attend school for the first time, my sister and I were walking past the huge brick building. At the corner, across the street from the school, she gave me this sound advice... "When you walk to school, you'll have to wait right here for the crossing guard to help you get to the other side"
I thought she said crossing God. I fully expected the Lord to take me by the hand and lead me safely across the street.
Little did I know how right I was.
I used to believe if you wern't Catholic, you were public.(there were Catholic schools and public schools. Made sense to me!
When I started junior high, I thought we were going to the gym for fisette class. I didn't understand why they didn't call it gym like they did in junior high. It wasn't until I got my first report card that I saw the class was phys. ed.
My mom said she thought the class where they talked about recent history was kerny vents.
in the fifth grade, we were evacuated from the school because of a fire near one of the transformers right outside the gym. watching from the opposite end of the playground, we were all hysterical because we thought that if the fire reached the transformer, it would explode and the fire would jump down to the ground and follow our footsteps wherever we went.