what do you remember of school?

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I shared only a few of my silly or not so silly times at school, but what would be some of your fondest memories while you were in school, or times with people from there?

-- jillian (daffodil_skunk83@hotmail.com), January 15, 2002

Answers

One of my fondest memories of High School, was being asked to return on days when I had no college classes, to substitute teach.

The Math Department Head trusted me so much, that she would leave me real quizes to give, that counted towards the grades.

I also remember tutoring a cancer patient in Math, and praying for her, and wishing I could make her well.

-- Rick (Rick_122@hotmail.com), January 15, 2002.


In the graduation day reception line, I said to a friend next to me that I was NEVER stepping into school again and lets get out of here!! This is SOOOOOOOOOO funny now. I have a masters degree plus over 50 hrs and have taught school 23 years!

-- DW (djwallace@sotc.net), January 15, 2002.

I should have probably studied a whole lot more & goofed off a whole lot less!!!! BUT SOMEONE HAD TO BE THE CLASS CLOWN---!!!!!

-- Sonda (sgbruce@birch.net), January 16, 2002.

I was always pretty serious, and concerned about so many adult-like matters. I wish I would have had more fun and relaxed a little! I really wish I had gone on my senior Trip! It was in Florida, and I will probably never make it there. My parents did not have much money, so I didn't ask them to go. But Cale said he would pay for me to go, but I didn't! So while I have many good memories, I do wish I had acted more like a kid!

-- Melissa (me@home.net), January 16, 2002.

Academically, I did extremely well in Latin, I didn't know I was dyslexic, so I thought I was stupid, even though I graduated with a high B average in one of the best schools academically in the country at that time. Socially, not much of anything I want to remember.

-- Cindy (SE. IN) (atilrthehony@hotmail.com), January 16, 2002.


I was a social misfit, quite near the bottom of the pecking order. My favourite year was my last year, when I crammed two years into one in order to graduate early. That year we had a new principal, Miss Hawk. I loved her. She was a no-nonsense sort of person who made us toe the line, but she also was a lot of fun. She taught arts and crafts, which I loved, and gym. She was quite a large woman, but she could lie on her back on the gym floor and shoot baskets! We were all really impressed. She made me the yearbook photographer, and let us do fun stuff with the teacher's photos--like putting a rather growly teacher's head on a lion's body. She also put several of us in charge of teachers' gag awards at the annual awards ceremony. We weren't used to this, because a lot of the teachers were really big on RESPECT and were never able to laugh at themselves. When we gave out the gag awards, we could tell that some of the teachers didn't appreciate them, but they took their cue from Miss Hawk and at least smiled ruefully. One I remember was a light socket for a teacher who had gotten a really bad perm that year.

-- Cathy N. (keeper8@attcanada.ca), January 16, 2002.

I went to a little rural school, and there were only 20 in my senior class. I was in the first class my kindergarten teacher ever taught, and she was still there when I graduated - she had three of us that graduated that had been in her kindergarten class, and she gave us all a silver dollar from the year we started school.

-- Christine in OK (cljford@mmcable.com), January 16, 2002.

I have just attended a reunion of our infant school class of 1952, just about all anyone could remember in detail were the beatings we all got, until then I thought I had been the only naughty kid in class.

-- john hill (john@cnd.co.nz), January 16, 2002.

I suspect a lot of us "homesteader" types were social misfits in school. My older brother was the jock type, always ran with the most popular crowd, passed classes because he knew how to charm the teachers, etc. I was quieter and more studious, altho I admit my success grade-wise had a lot to do with my interest in the subject matter....A's in Art, PE, anything to do with writing, and of course, Agriculture and Horse Husbandry. :) The math and science classes fluctuated between C- and D+ most of the time. I remember spending much of my class time in those subjects with the book we were supposed to be studying propped up, and a horse book concealed inside. I think my last math teacher gave up and passed me in disgust, literally to get me out of her class.

The most vivid memory from High School: In my junior year I had a history teacher whom everyone disliked as he was one of those dull, boring, go by the book types who lectured constantly. Mr. Tommervik was an older man from Czechoslavakia and had a strong accent, which made matters worse as he was hard to understand. I resorted to my reading the horse books behind the history book technique. One day I was lost on a desert island with the Black Stallion, when suddenly I became aware the entire room was silent. Looking up I saw ol' Tommervik standing beside my desk glaring down at me. He had obviously called on me several times and of course I was oblivious. He took my book away and proceeded to chew me out in front of the entire class, and then indicated I wasn't smart enough to learn anything. Really ticked me off. So that night I studied like crazy, easy to do as I am a very rapid reader with good retention and a photographic memory, and can follow several different subjects at the same time when I try.

Next day in class I belligerantly went back to reading behind my history book. Teacher thought he would catch me and frequently called on me. Well prepared, I'd look up from my horse book and would correctly answer his question. He wasn't fooled, and it escalated into out and out war. Every day he came up with harder questions, every night I studied harder. He'd hand out reading/writing assignments 15-20 minutes before the end of class, I'd whiz through in 5 minutes and go back to reading my horse book. He'd come over and pound his fist on my desk and demand I put my book away until I finished my work....I'd smugly hand him my finished (and correct) papers. Well, by the end of that first quarter, I had an A, and a grudging respect for my teacher. He got off my back and reluctantly let me read my horse books in class.

Determined to one-up him, I not only did my assigned work, I started doing extra credit and by the end of the semester, I had an A+. I also found I LIKED history!! He started calling on me in class all the time, I had the answers and asked him questions back. I loved that class so much I got a daily pass from my study hall into Tommervik's room so I could attend his class twice a day, LOL! He was so impressed with my work that he started referring to me as his "Super-Duper History Student" and gave me many extra privileges for the rest of the year. We became fast friends, and continued to associate even outside of school for several years. I'm still not sure who won that war, but I suspect it was ol' Tommervik. ;)

-- Lenette (kigervixen@webtv.net), January 17, 2002.


I went to public school until my Senior year and private Christian school that last year. The move was the best thing that happened! I had a wonderful time, graduated with 6 wonderful friends and learned what true friendship meant.But one of my things I miss the most from highschool is my car. I had a Bing-Cherry Red 1964 1/2 Mustang! She had a 302 in her and got me into so much trouble! Believe it or not, my friend and I would take her out to the drags and race her. We always won(usually money!). We were tough girls!(Don't tell my mother!!!). I had to sell the car after being caught doing 85 in a 20! Lucky me the cop new my parents and made me go home promising never to drive thru his town again. I still have trouble going thru this town and never speed!!!!!!!!!!!!

-- Micheale from SE Kansas (mbfrye@totelcsi.net), January 18, 2002.


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