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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.
One day in first grade I missed a day of school and also that weeks spelling test. The next day my teacher told me I had a make up test and would need to stay in from recess along with another girl in my class who had missed as well. Never missing a test before I didn't know what a makeup test was so with my 6 year old brain I came to the conclusion that the other girl and I had been picked to try on make up to see how it looked. Until recess I was so excited to get to my "make over". I dreamed of pictures being taken, other kids comming in from recess surprised to see me done up. I was also plauged why I was picked how I was picked and the same thing for the other girl. Finally recess came, I walked to my teacher with a great big smile and was puzzled when handed what looked like home work. She stated that it needed to be turned in Monday and I could now sit down to take my test. My dreams of makeup stardom were shaddered.
When my mom told me I would be going to school in a few months, I got really excited. I'd never seen a school before as I didn't have any older siblings and had always stayed home with my mom, so I though the school would be so beautiful, with a big red ribbon tied to the front of the building. On my first day of school, I can remember being very disappointed that that wasn't the case.
when i was 6 my older brother told me there was a secret passage in the floor of his classroom that connected to Disney World! he told me that i couldnt go because i was to young to walk it by myself! i was so upset that i didnt get to hug Goofy...
i used to believe that if i let go of my lunch box in kindergarden, i would lose it FOR SURE. so i always held it with my right hand. so much, that the teacher took a picture of me holding it...every day for a year.
I used to think that in highschool, you had no choice but to disect frogs in science.
My name starts with a K, and when I was in preschool we had our homework graded. Everytime I received an O.K. I thought I was getting a 0%.