Since last week's 'five' was so well received, I thought we'd visit elementary school again.
Five things I remember from Hageman Elementary School in Salina, Kansas:
1. Kindergarten: I sat at the Orange Rhombus table. I felt like a geek. No one knew what a Rhombus was. All the cool kids sat at the Purple Ellipse table. Not that we knew what an Ellipse was either. At least not that first day. I learned to lace my shoes that year, and that if a dog is happy to see you, it will wag its tail. One boy said a bad word and the teacher made him take a bite out of a bar of Irish Spring. He barfed it on the floor on his way back to his seat. (At where else but the Orange Rhombus table.)
2. First Grade: My teacher had a bee-hive hairdo, and she wore bright red lipstick where she had no lips. She had checkered polyester pants, and she taught us to read silently. I drew a picture of a siamese cat that my art teacher loved enough to mat and display for several years in her art room.
3. Second Grade: My teacher made us color with square crayons that were hard to hold. She used the overhead projector to teach math (which I always thought was silly with those miles and miles of chalkboards around the room) and she wore her wristwatch so that she had to turn her wrist over and look at it on the inside of her arm. When we were being too loud and unruly, she'd slap down the bank of lightswitches and yell "FREEZE!" It is amazing what sort of convoluted positions a second grader can get into between the lights going out and the teacher's yell. We became adept at hanging out of our desks and balancing on one foot. :)
4. Third Grade: My best friend, Tresa, and I played at every recess. All the girls were in love with Shaun Cassidy (Da do run run) and I got a pale blue satin jacket for Christmas. Not as cool as Kipra Appleby's blue satin jacket with Shaun Cassidy's face on the back, but cool, nonetheless. Our teacher read us the entire Little House series, and I was put in remedial reading. Good gravy. I read all the time! I missed the last few days of third grade due to a family funeral several states away.
5. Fourth Grade: my last year in public school. My teacher was fantabulous. She put up with a wild class. She read us some amazing books, and we learned about Yanamamo Indians in the Amazon. This was also the year we got to write in cursive. I had a crush on Scott T. mostly because he had been to the Smithsonian Institute. Was I a geek or what? We were brutal to a substitute teacher named Miss Smiedler who wore platform heels. Such monsters.
What about you? Any memories from elementary school?