post406 (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} post406) wrote,@ 2008-06-11 22:38:00 |
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Grade school stories
1st grade: I don't even remember my teacher's name.
2nd grade: I write an essay on my favorite holiday (Christmas). After listing all of my reasons in beautiful prose, I wrote something like "That's why Christmas is my favorite holiday. And don't you forget it!" Mrs. Emery, for reasons I could never figure out, yelled at me for the last sentence and made me take it out. To her credit, I won the writing contest that year.
3rd grade: Mrs. Fitch asked the class what the first words spoken on the moon were. I quickly raised my hand and answered "Where's my wallet." I really believed that was true. Obviously it was not.
4th grade: We would play chess during our free time. One time I beat Matt Kornatowski at chess by putting him in check but not saying "check". After his next move I took his king. He protested that I had to call out "check". Our teacher, Mrs. Miller (formerly Hurlbut) backed me up. She kind of yelled at Matt. I'm pretty sure the rules will back Matt up on this one.
5th grade: In Mrs. Hutton's class we won the 5th grade track meet by 2 points. I got second in the high jump behind a kid named Dan Marino from West Leyden. We also won the 4x100 relay race. I was the third leg.
6th grade: I put a pencil on Betsy Crofoot's seat as she was sitting down. It ripped a hole in her pants. Mrs. Abraham was not happy and moved me to another section of the class. I never liked her anyway.
1st grade: I don't even remember my teacher's name.
2nd grade: I write an essay on my favorite holiday (Christmas). After listing all of my reasons in beautiful prose, I wrote something like "That's why Christmas is my favorite holiday. And don't you forget it!" Mrs. Emery, for reasons I could never figure out, yelled at me for the last sentence and made me take it out. To her credit, I won the writing contest that year.
3rd grade: Mrs. Fitch asked the class what the first words spoken on the moon were. I quickly raised my hand and answered "Where's my wallet." I really believed that was true. Obviously it was not.
4th grade: We would play chess during our free time. One time I beat Matt Kornatowski at chess by putting him in check but not saying "check". After his next move I took his king. He protested that I had to call out "check". Our teacher, Mrs. Miller (formerly Hurlbut) backed me up. She kind of yelled at Matt. I'm pretty sure the rules will back Matt up on this one.
5th grade: In Mrs. Hutton's class we won the 5th grade track meet by 2 points. I got second in the high jump behind a kid named Dan Marino from West Leyden. We also won the 4x100 relay race. I was the third leg.
6th grade: I put a pencil on Betsy Crofoot's seat as she was sitting down. It ripped a hole in her pants. Mrs. Abraham was not happy and moved me to another section of the class. I never liked her anyway.
