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I used to believe that school was a place kids go to get turned into adults.
When I was in the early grades, my teacher told us to bring manila folders to school the next day. I thought she said Vanilla folders, so I went home and told my mother than I needed to bring a vanilla folder to school. She had never heard of them, of course, and, after calling several stores asking for vanilla folders (because i insisted that that was what the teacher said), and getting no satisfaction, she finally called the teacher (much to my mortification), and was informed, after the teacher quit laughing, of the correct kind of folder, we had to go into the next town to get them, because my mother was too embarrassed to go to a local store and admit her mistake. I still sometimes make the mistake of calling them vanilla folders.
When i was in about third grade, there was a major fire across the street and up a bit from the school. this put the entire school onto a fire-safety trend, and we would have fire drills every two weeks or so. During the first one of these (which i thought was a real fire) we were told to line up against the back fence. I thought that if we were too close, the school would literally explode and kill us all.
My daughter was slightly ADHD when she was younger and took some of her classes as remedial. We were thinking about this time of moving to a smaller town, and when we were on our way to look at the house - she, being 8 said "oh good they have slow children too!" You know the sign that means slow down children present!
When I was in kindergarten, I kept hearing strange noises coming out of the music portable. Since it sounded like stomping and trumpeting, I thought there were elephants in there. (It was really the 5th graders doing band practice.)
After I started school, I used to think you could only talk when you raised your hand. So I started raising my hand at home to ask my mom if I could go to the bathroom.
When I was in preschool, my teacher would always ask everyone "Did you bring Show and Tell?" In my preschooler head, I pictured Show and Tell as two twin girls, and would always say no because I couldn't fathom how everyone could bring the same two people to school especially if they weren't already in my class!
When I was young, I used to believe that I could do any multiplication problem. 2x2 is 22, 12x10 is 1210. It only seemed logical.
In first grade a boy told me that he could see girls naked with his microscope lens. I beleived it for years.
When i was six just before i started junior school an older friend told me that in junior school you had to be able to turn lights on and off without touching the switches just by the power of your mind. I believed her and was quite relieved because there was never any mention of it when i got there.
I used to believe that little creatures lived inside desks and tables and were always busy hammering and sawing and constructing amazing cities inside the furniture. I would listen to them whenever I got the chance. It was a long time before I figured out the noises were simply vibrations from pencils writing on paper, people walking past and etc.
When I was at primary school I remember being told that we were going to have a fire drill. Never heard of that I thought. After we had all evacuated the school and lined up by the playing fields I remeber becoming very upset and crying becasue I belived that we would have to jump onto the grass, spinning very fast and and drill into the ground to escape the fire. I sat down and cried but didn't believe the teachers when they tried to explain that we just had to line up and be counted.
When I went first time at school I thought that my educational process will take only three days!!!
first day: the school
second day: the high school
third day: the university
I'm learning for over 16 years, and it ain't over yet!!!
When I was in first grade, I used to pass by the main office every day going to my class. I noticed that there was a large object with a slicer. I thought that this was used to cut off bad children's heads. One day, I had to go to the principals office because I was being dismissed.I was on the verge of crying. It so happens that it was a paper cutter.
Every year at school they had a special week devoted to fire safety. After a while, I assumed that fires were really common and that eventually everyones house would burn down at some point. Some nights I went to bed in near tears because I thought it could be the last night in my house since it could burn down. I even planned out what toys I would take out of the fire with me.
I think they went over board on Fire Safety Week.
I believed that inside of every solid object (example: a desk) there were tiny workers who were always hammering and building on it from within. This belief was conceived when I put my ear up against my desk and heard loud banging and buzzing noises. I had no idea it was just the magnified noise in the classroom.
When we we're in Nursey school we all used to sit on the carpet and sing a song called "Daddies taking us to the Zoo tomorrow" I used to worry that the teachers had arranged this without making sure 1.my daddy knew that he was taking a class full of 5 year olds to the zoo and 2.wether or not he had the room in the car.
When I was little my mom told me that the school police would see me if I went out of the house while I was home sick from school. I always imagined FBI agents with radios and such. I was always terrified to go grocery shopping or such whenever I was home sick because I thought the school police would find me!
I'm Gifted and Talented, so me and a few friends skipped recess a day a week to go see a counselor to help us with our 'troubles'. While we were gone, a girl in our class named Julianna spread around a rumor that we were actually aliens and that was the time we had to go back and take pills so we could keep looking like humans. She also said that 'Gifted' meant we had special powers like setting fire to things with our eyes ^^ I wish.
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.