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Until I was 9 I believed high school was hice school.Even now I sometimes say hice school when I mean high school
When I was in 5th grade health, they taught us about AIDS. No other STDs, just AIDS. Why they bothered trying to explain something as complicated as AIDS to 5th graders, I have no idea. All it did was make us paranoid. They showed us a video that talked about how you should never do the blood-brothers thing, or EVER have unprotected sex, because if you did, you'd get AIDS. Yet, at the same time, they're telling us "You can drink from the same glass as someone with AIDS and you can touch them. But you can't touch their blood!"
They never explained the part where you have to share bodily fluids with someone who already has AIDS to contract it. So up until middle school, I thought that to contract AIDS, you just have to exchange blood with ANYONE, and that it would sorta have a "catalyst" effect, I guess. It took my parents to finally explain it thoroughly to me.
When my first grade teacher assigned us a report (of some kind; I don't remember what a first grader was supposed to write a report on) to be placed in a manila folder, I insisted to my mother that I had to have a "vanilla folder" to put my report in. She had to call the teacher to clear up the misunderstanding. (She didn't know what a manila folder was, either.)
My husband used to believe that kindergarten was called, "kiddie garden."
I believed that the numbers 0 to 100 either were a tower or lived in a tower (it was a bit vague), with each 10 numbers having a floor each. The numbers at the bottom, the single digit numbers, always wanted to get to the top, to defeat the evil 100 and his henchman 99. So they would work together to get there, through multiplication. For example 6 would multiply with 7 to get to the 40s level at 42, which was a rather dark and dingy place with a low ceiling. At this point 7 would thank 6 and multiply himself by himself to get to 49, from which he could pull himself up to the 50s floor, a grand hall with marble columns. For some reason I pictured him and 8 then having a cup of tea there. It got weirder with some of the other numbers though. I imagined 5 as the real hero of the group, and for him was the greatest challenge - the 80s floor was a harem of seductive numbers, all throwing themselves at him, tempting him to stay. But 5 would steadfastly go on, pushing past up to the 90s floor where he would confront 100 and save the day. At this point the correspondence to real mathematics was gone and it was just a story in my head. I've never really been any good at maths since then...
I used to think that if you borrowed someone's pen you would write like them. I always 'lost' mine in 3rd grade to borrow one off the girl with the neatest writing. It never worked though!
My dad was a chaperone on our 8th grade class trip to the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago. We took the long elevator ride (fake!) down into the coal mine. The tour guide said that we were 600 feet under the museum. As we left a side door of the mine, my dad said, "Why didn't we have to come back up the elevator?"
When I was around 3, my family moved (we moved when I was so young because my parents didn't like the school system in the town.) Even before we moved, I went to preschool in the town we were moving to. For some odd reason, I didn't like school. (come on, it's preschool for goodness's sake) I believed that when we moved into the new house, I wouldn't have to go to school. Don't ask me why I thought this.
Boy, was I dissapointed when I found out I still would have to go.
In history class the "underground railroad" was mentioned. Although I understood it was used to bring slaves north to freedom, I thought it was a hidden railroad which actually ran underground.
when I was younger I used to think that if you didn't pass your grade in school you had to sit all alone in class the whole summer long without food and other stuff
When i was in the 5th grade my teacher handed the whole class a sheet of paper that had classes that we'd need to take for the 6th grade and SHOP was on the list. Me and my friends were all happy because we thought that SHOP class meant that we'd get to shop at a mall or something....so the 1st day of 6th grade i asked my mom for 100bucks..she asked why and i said "mom dont you know? i got shop class today". she laughed and gave me a quarter.....
When i was younger i got told that if i skipped school the ''school boarder'' would come and get me. I heard it as the ''school balder'' and i imagined a bald man in a black cloak marching up my drive , with two huge men carrying crowbars, to come and drag me out of bed. I was weird. yep yep.
I was with my parents when they took my older brother to college orientation, "college".
Where we parked is what got me. There was a handicapped sign on the side of the building near our parking spot.
For many years after that, every time I saw a handicapped sign, I always thought "Man, there sure are alot of colleges around here."
I used to believe that they secretly had school on holidays and that I was the only one who didn't know.
When I went to pre-school, I thought that the name of it was actually "pretty school". This is how I pronounced it, and how I heard everyone else pronounce it. And I never thought, hey, this isn't where kids go to get pretty or anything like that. That's just what it was called for some reason.
When I was in kindergarten I saw a movie which showed a college lecture hall with hundreds of students all crowded together and only one teacher. I assumed that that's what first grade was going to be like. When I got to first grade I saw that I was wrong, but I still honestly believed that sixth grade was going to be like that.
I used to believe when someone got "kicked out" of school, the principal would literally grab you by the shirt and actually kick you out of the building!
When I was little, I use to think if you missed a day of school, you would be arrested.
Back before I was in public school, when i was in home school, because of various TV stereotypes, I believed that in college, there weren't actually classes. You just took college entrance exams and drank and ate pizza and went to wild parties while you were there. I'm here and I can assure you I'm doing none of those.
When I was in seventh grade, I had to take a keyboarding class, but when they said "keyboarding," I thought they meant piano. I thought it was really weird when I got there and heard computers talking. It was a school for the blind, and computers have speech software. I still didn't realize it was a typing class until I was sitting at a computer. Woops.