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I used to believe when teachers asked you to 'double-space' your essay, they literally mean to put two spaces between each word.
I used to get really frustrated that my word processor only double-spaced LINES and not WORDS and I would do it manually! Strangely, none of my teachers actually noticed the lines weren't double-spaced!! Talk about misleading!
When I was little I thought that your age was what grade you where in, so when I entered first grade when I was six, I was so confused.
I remember when I was about six or seven that I had my first day off from school as I was sick. Lying on the couch all day and watching nothing but cartoons seemed like a great life to me! So after that I always wanted to have more sick days. One day I came up with the brilliant idea while having a little bit of my older sisters Pot Noodle (a noodle like snack for those not in the know, that I was never allowed to have at the time) that I could pass it off as vomit. I had a mouthful one day and kept it in my mouth without swallowing and walked up to my mom who was watching TV and promptly spat out my mouthful and then groaned that I felt sick. Of course she didn't believe me and was furious with me for spitting food on the carpet for no reason at all.
I used to think that the color orange was called pink, the color pink was called purple, and the color purple was called orange. Unfortunately my twin brother was messing with me when we were doing our school work when we were in preschool. I thought that until I was in first grade and my teacher had to spend quite a bit of time convincing me that I had the names wrong.
I used to believe that I was the only person in the world who could slouch. Sitting cross legged in class I would hunch my back over and feel superior to my classmates. I was crushed when one teacher took a special interest in teaching me posture.
When I was in kindergarten and just learning about electricity and water, I turned the computer on after I washed my hands, and they were still slightly wet, so I lived in fear that entire day that the computer would get revenge on me by secretly electrocuting and killing me at some random point during the day.
I used to believe that numbers stopped at 99. To prove me wrong, I distinctly remember my older sister using our basement chalkboard to write every single number from 0 to 99, and then writing 100. This may or may not have convinced me at the time, but eventually I did learn the truth.
I used to believe that when you dropped a book in the bookdrop outside the school library, the book travelled to a magical land where all books lived in peace and harmony. Imagine how heartbroken I was when I found out that the bookdrop just led to the librarian's office!
When I was in first grade, I used to believe that the clear, flat marbles we used to decorate our vases with were contact lenses. I had seen my aunt wear contacts before, and I was convinced they were the same thing. In my classroom show-and-tell session, I showed the kids how many contact lenses I had. I was very offended when my teacher told me that I was mistaken.
I started swimming competitively when I was 8. I had an autograph from an Olympic swimmer who swam at my club, which he had signed "Ian Crocker, USA". I figured that anybody who competed in swimming was supposed to write their name with the country after it, and about half of my third grade papers say "Maggie Eismeier, USA"
A long time ago, my brother heard from a friend that if you pull the fire alarm at school, black ink squirts out and marks you, so that they know who pulled it. I made a fool out of myself in school, because apparently it's not true. XD I can't believe I believed it until 17!
i used to think jauar was pronounced jag-you-war thanks to a winnie the pooh episode. It made for an embarassing moment when reading in class
In first grade, My teacher told me that I shouldn't lean against the chalkboard because a former student who did the same was smashed by the chalkboard as thin as paper and in order to visit people he would have to fold up and mail himself. I was amazed and when I told my dad, he said she was kidding, but I believed her for years.
I used to believe that if I hid under my desk with one hand covering my face and the other covering the back of my neck I would be safe from nuclear attack at school.
When I was in 3rd grade my english assignment was to read an incomplete story and at the end I was supposed to "draw a conclusion" of how the story ended. My mom was out of town so my dad helped me. We drew a picture of how we think the story ended. I think my teacher laughed the rest of the year after I turned that assignment in!
When I was in first grade, we had our first fire drill. I knew it had to do with practicing what to do in case there was a real fire, but I couldn't figure out what the "drill was for." I thought for certain that giant drills were going to come out of the ceiling and put a huge hole in the center of our desks. (I'm really not sure how that would put out the fire.) When we had our first fire drill, I couldn't wait to see the giant holes in the desks! After finding the room intact, I just assumed that the drills were magical and didn't leave holes in the desks. I think I believed this until I was 9. D'oh!
In our elementary school cafeteria there was a mysterious door (that was probably a closet) that was never opened. Everybody believed a vampire lived there and it would eat you if it opened the door.
When I was in kindergarten and my sister was in second grade, we found a worm in the yard and put it in a cup of dirt to look at it. She claimed she could communicate with the worm through an elaborate series of head movements. She promised me that I too would be taught this language in second grade.
Second grade came. Every day I waited for my teacher to get in front of the class and say "Attention everyone! We're not having math today, kids, because we'll be learning worm language."
Every day I thought, "This has to be the worm language day."
The day never came.
I'm still bitter.
When I was a kid, kids at school used to say that if you sharpened your pencils on both ends, later in life you'll get kids that're siamese twins conjoined at the lower torso. huh?
I used to believe that the day you turned 6 you would immediately know how to read. So on my 6th birthday, I woke up and just started staring at anything with words, but I still couldn't read. All day I looked at billboards, books, passages, anything with words, but I still couldn't read them, I just repeatedly told myself, "I guess it hasn't kicked in yet." I finally realized it wasn't going to happen...it was a sad birthday... I have no idea why I thought this.