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When i was in primary school i used to believe that in the last bathroom there was an evil clown
A few months before I was to attend school for the first time, my sister and I were walking past the huge brick building. At the corner, across the street from the school, she gave me this sound advice... "When you walk to school, you'll have to wait right here for the crossing guard to help you get to the other side"
I thought she said crossing God. I fully expected the Lord to take me by the hand and lead me safely across the street.
Little did I know how right I was.
I wanted to learn how to read so badly that I came home from my first week in Kindergarten crying because I hadn't learned yet. After all my mother had been teling me I'd learn to read when I started school...
I thought the room number to my classroom was supposed to be the same number as my age. I was 5 and the room number was 5. So when I turned 6, my room number was also supposed to change. :( It never did.
This happened when I was in kindergarten, and my classmates and I were in gym class. We were learning to throw a ball correctly or something like that. My partner and I were across from each other, and the teacher kept saying to throw with whatever hand you write with. I was right handed, and the other girl was right handed, but it would look like she was throwing with her left. I would be like, "No, you're supposed to throw with your right hand!" and she'd be like "I AM throwing with my right hand!" I also had this problem figuring out with side of my chest to put my hand on during the pledge of alligence.
I used to think that going to university would be like going to boarding school, hence the fact that you stay overnight. No wonder I never had a chance to go.
I used to believe, instead of in a weekday/weekend pattern, whether or not there was school on a certain day was totally ranfom.
On her first day at school, I told my little sister to take a week's worth of clothes and that she was going to a boarding school.
She was very pleased to see me at the end of the first day
I thought that however old you were, thats the # of grade you were in. example: if you were 4 years old, you would be in 4th grade
i used to stay at school late because we gave a teacher a lift home, my mum would use the staff loo and i thought that this was the right thing to do. so the next day at school i used the staff loo but couldnt quite figue out why i had been told off because if my mum did it i thought it was okay to do so myself.
when i was in kinder we did firedrills alot and i would be scared to go to the bathromm becasue i wouldnt know when they were going to come on and i would hold my pee in all day.
This wasn't mine, but rather one a math teacher told me:
We he taught 6th grade, he had a student come up and tell him, after the first day of class, that Elemtary School Math was where you learned to add, subtract, multiply, and divide numbers, and Middle School Math was where you learned to add, subtract, multiply, and divide letters instead.
I used to believe teacher's had eyes on the back of their head's!
I used to believe that getting a tardy slip at school meant you had to wear a leotard all day as punishment for being late.
This one time I was cast in the kindergarten play, which happened to be "The Little Red Hen", and I got to play the pussycat. I kept thinking it was "pushy cat", and that I was supposed to act as rude as possible to all the other characters.
Now I realize that that's what actors really do!
When I was at school I thought 'fire extinguishers' actually shot out flames and when a fire alarm went off they would all start shooting flames out everywhere.
I was confused for a long time about this because surely if there was a fire this would only make the problem worse?
the first time i watched "Matilda" was when i was five. i used to think all principals would put their kids in the chokey when they were bad. i cried so hard during my first "talking-in-class" detention that my teacher told me to just go outside for recess.
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 started elementary school, I was taken out of class by a woman who tested my math and reading skills. I never knew that I was being tested because I excelled in these subjects. When I realized that this woman was the special educator, I was dumbfounded. How could I have a mental, physical or emotional disorder without noticing. I concluded that I was mentally handicapped, which led to all of the individual testing, and my friends and family didn't want to hurt my feelings by telling me. It wasn't until a few years later, when I went up a grade for math classes, that I realized I was not mentally disabled.
I arrived at a new elementary school in the fifth grade. At an assembly soon after arriving, the principal mentioned that there would be an essay contest. I had never heard the word "essay" before and assumed he meant "S.A." I wracked my brain trying to think of what the abbreviation could mean.
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