In first grade I had a wonderful , very strict teacher. I will leave her name out, lets call her Mrs. R. Mrs. R, made us dress in all white from head to toes every Friday. If we got dirty we would get in really bad trouble, and she would talk to our parents, and then we would get disciplined. Basically, now that I am an adult, I can see why she did that. She was trying to show us discipline.
She had a very mean face, but at the same time she was very caring. Like you can come and talk to her about anything. When she laugh or smile it was very rare but it was a sight for sore eyes. She had a twin sister that she taught 5th grade.
At this time in my life, I also developed a crush. For me this was the cutest and smartest guy in the class, he was chunky, so was I but, his mom liked me. We talk every day and I sat behind him. Do you remember how boys used to pull girls hairs when they liked them, instead, it was me bothering him. I used to write on his shirts with pencil, until one day his mom called me out on it.
I can't remember what grade I was but, I also had a friend died. She was crossing the street and a car hit her. That was a very emotional time for all of us. We all cried for weeks. All of us in first grade were very independent. We all either walked home alone or in groups. It was rare if parents picked a child up.
Our first grade class was the best in the school. We were divided by "smarts" So if we have very good grades we were in the same classroom, so they can teach us at the same pace. The kids I was in first grade with, we mostly went thought all grade school together. Most of us took a test in 6th grade to go to special school that specialized in Math and Science.
In school we wore uniforms. Guys wore a blue shirt and khaki pants, girls wore a plaid skirt and a blue shirt. All our shirt had to be tucked in, and everything was to be ironed. The girl's skirts had to go right under the knee. But there were some of us, that would not agree with that. Some girls would roll up their skirt, and tuck their shirt out. I wanted to be cool and some of my cousins did it, so I did it a few times. However, my aunt worked in the school, so I got caught many times. Needless to say, I was stuck being the goody, nerdy, kid all the time. I guess looking back on it, it wasn't so bad, although my aunt sew my uniforms and she made then extra long. But it could of been worst, there were girls that the skirts went almost to their ankles.
I thought about making all this chapters as a book, but, I just want to entertain and share some of my crazy life with someone out there that might relate.
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