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When I was in grammar school, the fourth and fifth grade had school band. I remember watching the flutes in kindergarten pick up in the middle of some songs. I thought that in band, u could take breaks and just join in when u wanted to in a song
I used to believe teacher's had eyes on the back of their head's!
When I was in elementary school and looking ahead to junior high, I was nervous because I knew there would be gym class and I thought the boys and girls showered together afterwards.
I used to believe that there was at least one person in every school who could read minds. I always had to censor my thoughts at school because I never knew who could have been "listening." I couldn't even think things like "So-and-so's hair looks weird today" because I was afraid that the mind reader at my school would tell them what I thought and they would get mad at me.
When I was absent from school during a test, I had to do a "make-up test" and I always thought of this as a test where they see how well you can put on makeup. This was until I had my first "make-up test" in third grade!!!!!
Right when I started school, I believed that you could get kicked out of school for chewing gum.
I use to beleive...
-when i was in elementary school, i heard this thing that once you were sick and you came back to school you had to take this thing called a "makeup-test" I was so scared that the teachers would sit me in a room and make me put on makeup, so i would stay at school even though i really needed to be home
i used to think that an eraser was full of all the letters that it had erased and i made up scenarios where they were all talking about me and saying i was mean for erasing them.
When I was 7 yrs old at my school, the timetable of the day would always be written on the board for everyone to know what was going to happen. One day I saw "Drama" written on the board. I literally freaked out, I thought that I meant that there was going to be a lot of "drama" happening and I believed that maybe we would all have to go to the hospital and there would be alot of "drama" there.
That a satchel was a skeleton, and I would have to wear a skeleton on my back for school!
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