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Sunday, July 9, 2006

elementary


Today I packed up #1 and #2's bikes and we headed just a short distance down the road to my old elementary school. I never dreamed that my kids would grow up in the same school district as me. Boy has the community changed. The school looks almost just the same but a lot older and kind of ghetto. The grounds have been neglected for a long time, trash seemed to be everywhere. Saw a few old dried up used condoms, hair barrettes, papers, pencils, and more coke bottles than I could count. Still being back on the campus brought back a lot of memories.

1. It was second grade at lunch. One of my classmates threw up all over his lunch tray. A lady from the janitorial staff reluctantly came over and began to clean it up. As she wiped, I heard her say under her breath ... Don't know why y'alls can't make it to the bathroom.

2. Another lunch, this time 3rd grade. Some goof ball boy, Corey, stated aloud to everyone who could hear ... When I get my braces off I am going to screw my girlfriend. I had never heard that phrase before. So later while I was in the car with my mom I asked her. That is when I learned about the birds and the bees. Oh and I also learned that Corey must not know what screw meant either, b/c obviously it has nothing to do with braces being on your teeth.

3. My first grade teacher telling me one day I would be Miss America. Of course she was wrong, but what first grade girl wouldn't want to hear that?

4. Third grade class. We had a strict teacher. I sat beside this boy, Brian. He was always passing gas and getting in trouble for it. One day the teacher was out of the room and everyone was silent. I accidentally pooted, and it was very loud. The whole class began to laugh and say ewwww. I blamed it on Brian. He kept denying it and repeatedly said I did it. If my memory serves me right, I think everyone thought it was him. Sorry Brian.

5. My second grade teacher taught the class some basic sign language. I loved it. I thought I was the coolest b/c I could sign Jesus.

6. In kindergarten, my little boyfriend, Joe, was captain of the "boy team" I was so proud the day he made me his co-captain. Of course I fought by my man. Boys against girls. Fighting for rights to play on the jungle gym.


7. 6th grade, (still elementary in my day). I was walking after school to a friend's house. Two highly developed black girls were hot on my heels. They were threatening to kick my butt because they claimed I stuck my hand in their face. This was of course totally untrue. I could hear them getting closer, and I knew I did not stand a chance. Suddenly a hero came. Tall Freddie, who was also black and had a crush me, (honestly, he sent me a note asking me to go with him) stepped in. He said a few choice words and threatened what he would do to them if they ever bothered me again. Thankfully for Freddie my butt was saved and those big booby girls who had been pestering me for months, finally left me alone!

8. Another 6th grade memory. Two best friends, Amy and Amy. I was on both of their list to be their 2nd best friend. Every once in a while when they got in an fight I was promoted up. (I swear to you they truly had a list) Anyways. They missed a spelling test and my teacher, Mrs Jones (she liked me b/c we went to the same church) asked me to sit in the hall with them and call out the words for a retest. They asked me to help them cheat. When I said no, one of the Amys took a purple marker and put a HUGE line on my NEW WHITE JEANS! Mind you this is before washable markers were invented. I was SO crushed. I didn't tell on them though. I cried and cried when I got home. I thought it was the worst day EVER.

9. I loved hanging out in the library. One of the librarians didn't like many kids. I didn't like her much either so I guess that is why I forgot her name but librarian Mrs. Phillips was the best. I loved her laugh. I didn't know at the time it was a deep raspy smokers laugh that often ended with a little cough. I just loved to hear it. I remember me and some friends sneaking the book "Are You There God, It's Me Mary Margaret
" and just reading the last couple pages about her becoming a "woman".

10. 6th grade. Walking in a single file line to art class, scissors in hand. A kid named Billy was in front of me. For some reason I decided to torture him the whole way to class using my scissors to repeatedly try and cut his jeans at his butt crack. He got so aggravated at me. But I just kept on. Why he did not tell on me, I will never know. BUT I met his older sister one day during my college years. She reminded me of the incident and informed me that his mom was really mad b/c I actually ruined the pair of jeans leaving a cut mark along the crack. Sorry Billy!

11. Book Character days were the best. I was Fern from Charlotte's Web, a Care Bear and my favorite: The Pig who Wished for Wings. My dad made these awesome wings and spray painted them til I thought they looked real!

12. Walking the halls singing ... I saw you (and him) walking in the rain... and one of the janitors would always sing it back to me, then we'd laugh. (86 Oran "Juice" ... 80's music was the best!)

13. First grade. First Kiss. Several boys grabbed me and pinned me in the back corner of the play ground fence. Cliff Baxter came up and kissed me while they held me against my will. Where was my teacher? Who knows, but I did tell my mom and she got things straightened out at school. Now, as far back as my memory goes, I have more flash back about boys than girls. I was so boy crazy growing up. I remember almost every crush, but Cliff Baxter was never one of them. Had it been Brett Barfield that kissed me, I am sure I would have just blushed.

14. Last one and I will quit. Hope Evans. I'm sure there is a Hope Evans in almost every school that has ever existed. She is the girl that was a bit strange, odd, and worst of all she had cooties. Now I am not saying I never teased her, but I am also not saying I tortured her like poor Billy on the way to Art Class. We attended school together K-12. I wish could meet her one more time and say I am sorry. Her old house is on my walking route. I think of her all the time. I have even thought about knocking on the door, hoping who ever lives there might still how I could get in touch with her. I hope she had healed from all the crap she got in her past.

So this was us today at the old stomping grounds.

15 Comments:

Blogger justabeachkat said...

Loved this blog. Love YOU! Enjoyed our chat tonight. Miss you.

10:46 PM

 
Blogger Adventures In Babywearing said...

Great memories- love the photos!!! I am linking you on the elementary post on my site, too!

11:11 PM

 
Blogger keri said...

hey miss america. a miss america who poots...i think that's an oxymoron. (sp?). cute post....how do you remember all that so vividly!!?? love the pics too.

11:57 PM

 
Blogger Jessica said...

Awesome post, you have the most amazing memory! My mom blessed me with a 5 year memory, that is all we can retain. At least it saves me from having her tell embarassing stories about me!

12:32 AM

 
Blogger Teeny said...

firstly, love the new look .. I've been a bad blog friend and haven't been blogging all week .. sorry Lovey
anyhoo, I really enjoyed reading your trip down memory lane .. isn't it great how many things we can remember ??? after living in the country for 10 years, I moved back to my old city town to be with Mr H .. I live like 5 minutes from my old high school .. I only did the last 3 years there but boy just driving past it brings back memories .. I am sure Mr H has heard them all lol
welcome back from your holiday too .. glad you all had a wonderful time !!!

7:30 AM

 
Anonymous Rachel said...

HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA! Poor Billy Collier! And I thought Cliff was in love with me in K! He gave me a yellow t-shirt for my birthday that said, "Sugar and Spice and everything Nice"!. And I so loved Brett too! That had to be Amy C. who marked on your pants. And I believe at some point I was on their short best friend list! You are cracking me up! I too felt for Hope, I hope she made it out ok. Oh, and Cory B., what a wacko. Thanks for the short trip down memory lane! I love you!

8:56 AM

 
Blogger Cantini #3 said...

A trip down memory lane...your lane sounded like a lot of fun. Reading this made me think of my elementary memories too. I remember those best friend lists too....I've been slacking on the blogging myself....time to get back in the groove!

9:03 AM

 
Blogger Wendy said...

Love the pictures! My kids like to do that too...one serious one and one goofy one!

This brought back memories for me too!

9:46 AM

 
Blogger Perri said...

All of your posts I read today were great! Sounds like your vacation has just continued on since you've gotten home.

Lucky kids.
Lucky mom who realizes she is blessed.

1:21 PM

 
Blogger Glass Half Full said...

Loved the photos, post, memories...EVERYTHING!!! :)

By the way, I tagged you. Check out my latest post...

2:09 PM

 
Blogger JenMom said...

How on EARTH do you remember that much from elementary? I remember 3-4 traumatic things from my elementary days & that's it! What a blessing to have such a wonderful memeory!
I love the fun pics of you & the kids!

2:25 PM

 
Blogger Jules said...

I remember sneakin a peak at "Hello God, It's me Margaret". Finally read it in 6th grade. Whew, just in time too.

4:20 PM

 
Blogger Amanda said...

I remember vivid things too. My kids will also be in the same district that I was in. At least starting out!

Enjoyed your blog today!

6:00 PM

 
Blogger the good, the bad & the ugly said...

I just laughed so hard. I have to say that your elementary days remind me of my middle school days. Your school was kinda ghetto rough, huh? :) I saw an old friend at Target the other day and I instantly remembered her "song"-if you were cool you had a song. Her 8th grade song was..."My name is Ashley,I'm a real studette. But up my shirt is as far as you'll get!" I remember being so intimidated by her! I mean, second base! I was still wearing big bows in my hair in 8th grade. Trust me, the boys got no thrill from my "song". So funny!

10:05 PM

 
Blogger Jodi Lynn said...

Oh I am dying over this post!!! Our cootie girl was Kyja Smith, this made me feel a little better about my elementary school days! You sound like a hoot!

10:33 PM

 

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