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When I was 4 years old my grandma told me that I lived so close to school, that i could fall out of bed and be in school. So one morning I fell out of bed (on purpose) and started crying; I couldn't understand why I wasn't at school
when i was in kindergarden, i had this elaborate fantasy that little, cartoon-style mice in little mouse clothes lived inside my school desk. i could hear them hammering or playing music if i put my ear to the desk. the sounds were actually caused by the echoes of any noise that someone scraping or banging on the desk made, and some of my brighter classmates used this to mess with me.
When I was at school and was threatened with having to 'pick up papers' (rubbish in the playground) for misbehaving I was really worried as I believed that 'papers' were some form of legal document which my parents would receive.
When I was at junior school, my mother encouraged me to do well so i could pass the 11 plus. Unfortunately, she used the old name - she called it the 'scholarship'. I thoght that, if I did well, I had to become a boy sailor and go away to sea at the age of 11!
My best friend used to believe there were leprachuns to dig up in the playground at recess
I used to think that my class would instantly turn into a party/ nightclub as soon as I left, and when I was out sick that they threw parties
When I was in the transition period between Primary and High schools, my friends were looking forward to mix chemicals so we could blow up the school. How disappointed we were when we hardly did any experiments. It was due to the worrying parents. Thanks worrying parents, you made my science lessons boring.
After my first day at school i came home and said to my mother "that was nice, but i dont think i'll do it again" if only....
me & my mate were about 14 or 15 and had to take the class register back to the staffroom. as we were sauntering along the corridoor my mate turned to me and said imagine if the register was blue instead of red, everyone would call it a blue chester. yes it took some time to explain is was a reg ister and not a redchester
i used to think that the four years of college were also known as the 13th, 14th, 15th, and 16th grades.
When I was little I would go to day care and I would cry and cry and have a huge fit. I always thought that my mom just took me to day care and left and went back home. My mom never knew why I had such big fits each day, until one time I came home with a drawing of me at day care told my mom that's where I go when you go home. Then my mom had to straighten it all out and told me that she goes to work, so she can make money to buy me toys. After that, I never had fits when I went to daycare.
During class at school I always used to think that we were all sitting up to our waists in water. Whenever i dropped my pencil or anything i would have to hold my breath before i bent down to retrieve it so that I wouldn't drown.
One of the teacher's aides when I was in kindergarten told me that the principal could see everything we were doing, so we had better be good. I thought he was watching us through a camara in the ceiling, and that he sat around all day in a room with security screens all around like you see on TV. Once I waved at the ceiling, because I wanted to say 'hi'.
when i was little the first time we had a fire drill, i ran to my cubby and took everything out because i thought the school was actually going to burn down. the teacher told me to leave the stuff but i was clinging to it so hard she had to call another teacher in to pry it out of my hands
Back in the 11th grade, I used to think that the athletic teams of two certain universities were the "Yale Yuppies" and the "Princeton Preppies". I still think it fits them better than Bulldogs and Tigers ever will!
when i was a child i used to believe dat if a person failed in 12th standard, he will come down to 1st standard n will have to again clear all d standards in order to pass class 12th
When I started junior high, I thought we were going to the gym for fisette class. I didn't understand why they didn't call it gym like they did in junior high. It wasn't until I got my first report card that I saw the class was phys. ed.
My mom said she thought the class where they talked about recent history was kerny vents.
When I was in kindergarten, my elementary school had 3 swing sets, each with 3 swings on it (9 total). I used to believe that, if I swung on the swing set in the middle, I'd be in the middle school, and if I swung on the set on the right, I'd be in high school. The same applied to how high I swung...If I swung really high, I thought I would be in high school. :)
When I was in grade 1 or 2 and had to write the date at the top right hand side of the page in my schoolbook, I would always run out of room by the time I got to the end - for instance, June 14th, 1978 would have the 7 and 8 all skinny in order to fit on the page. It kept happening every day, and eventually I started to wonder if the numbers 7 and 8 were feeling bad that they were always smushed, so I started making sure that I had lots of room, and drew the letters 7 and 8 really really really wide, to compensate for all the times that they had been cramped.
For some reason, this really annoyed my teacher.
this is actually my mom's old childhood belief. In third grade, her class was located in a portable building which had housed the special education class the year before. My mother was the youngest of five girls. Ergo, her sistgers convinced her that she had been retarded from birth and that nobody had wanted to tell her. Idunno how long she fell for it, but knowing my mom, it may have been some time.
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