Kindergarten and 1st grade:
Both grades seemed to be wedged together into one; I can't remember the summer. I do remember, though, the freaking amazing imagination I had. I remember actually SEEING this giant 8th grade boy sit on a big red throne in the middle of the playground. And my first grade teacher got angry with me because I told my friend, Lindsey, that this elephant of an 8th grader was enslaving other kids. Thats what I saw. Mrs. Schaaf just told me it was ridiculous and made me "flip my card," meaning I had to change my "green light" on the white board to a "red light." WARNING. That also brings up the time in kindergarten, my teacher told us all to be quiet and I just had to yawn my very loudest. I remember the look on her face. She just looked at me and said, "Flip your card." It was the worst thing that could happen. Not besides being laughed at my the women who worked in the office because you had a painful hang-nail. "Do you need a manicure, too?" they asked. "Ugh...no thanks." I must've replied. If nothing, I was extremely shy. That much has not changed.
Neeve was my best friend. She moved away that year to New mexico because her mom was an artist, and blah blah blah. I have good memories of her, though. Watching Flubber inside a big tent in her attic, after playing with "farting clay" and a Barbie makeover game. God, was I jealous of THAT. And when her mom took us to Pizza Hut she gave me her plastic 101 Dalmations charm that I loved so much I bathed with it. We'd throw Fishy Crackers down her hamper for one reason or another. Who knows. Her mom wasn't exactly happy, but I know that she knew it was all out of innocence.
2nd grade:
My first year at a new school, the first year I experienced something new called "drama." I didn't like it. I don't like it.
It was Sammy and Tori, they were a couple of my "best friends." Sammy was deffinetley drama-hungry [still is...] and Tori loved to pick on people in the most subtle way [still does...] Once she stole my charm bracelet with the glimmery green turtle on it and told Mr. Morris I'd given it to her for her birthday and that I demanded it back. Mr. Morris just took the bracelet off of her hand, impatiently, and handed it back to me. Tori just looked at me, obviously disgusted, and set her jaw. She always did that. Then again, she was always angry at me.
That was also the year that I was late to school almost everyday. After about 2 weeks of this, Mr. Morris took me out in the hall for a "talking to." I was embarrassed, and all i really remember about that was that I focused my attention on someone's red-handled scooter leaning against the wall. Mr. Morris talked sternly. "I mean it..."
I had my first crush. Oh blah blah blah...he's an asswipe now, and known as "the vacuum guy" by my friends. A BISSELL. I still can't understand HOW...oh yes. I was a shallow 2nd grader. One day he'd asked me something I couldn't understand because my ears started ringing and my vision clouded with specks like I'd gotten a serious headrush. "Wha--? I think I said. I must've atleast tried. He only wanted the blow-up, plastic blue seat cushion that was under my a**. Mr. Morris said it was his turn. I pulled it out from underneath with shaky hands. Don't ask about that seat thing...xD I don't know what it was all about. To make a long story short, everyone in the class got a turn with it.
3rd grade:
Oh, dear...the very famous Sophia. The loyal friend, the big baby, then, the not-so-loyal friend. Middle school changes everything, kiddies. Sophia had gone home crying to her "mommy" after Mrs. Nolan had simply told her to hurry out to recess and not linger in the halls. Bet she didn't know Mrs. Nolan would actually die the next year, when I was in 4th grade. ;[ (May she rest in peace.) Also, i bet she takes back what she said about Mrs. Nolan being a "mean, horrible teacher" and how much she "hates her." I really only have one strong memory of that teacher; she told me she was "very disappointed in me" because I couldn't spell the word, "spaghetti," correctly.
And I sat down at my seat one day after recess to see a...something stuck to the wood of the desk...Ian S. just batted his eyelashes and sat down in his seat next to me. My gag reflex has always been strong and I remember having a hard time holding back vomit. Who cleaned the something off my desk? A mystery to me. I wouldn't touch it. I guess I eventually got over the nausea I felt when we began our song of the solar system sung to the tune of "Home On The Range." I sure do wish I could remember the lines...
That was also the year of the "leprechaun incident." Another "Tori Story," I like to call it. There are many more but I'd rather not recall them...;] She had told me that leprechauns lived in the bathroom in the 3rd grade hallway. Try holding in your piss all day because of an extreme leprechaun fear. It was all her fault, I probably had a near bladder infection. Anyways, one day I just couldn't hold it.
The lights went off. If I weren't already on the toilet, I swear to God, I would've pissed in my pants.
4th grade:
2 words: "metal," and "saw." When those two words collide, it makes a big bump on the bridge of a young girl's nose. Why there was a ******** saw in a classroom? Some social studies thing. [Do you remember that, August? xD] But it was above my cubby and...pretty straight forward from there. And bloody.
Cosmo and Skye. MINE AND AUGUST'S IMAGINARY DOGS. That is one of the many games we played out at recess. Such as "horses" (simply called "horses" wink , "spies" (simply called "spies" wink , or "lions" (simply called "lions." wink "Handy-dandy remote-controls" and "Corn dogs on a stick." And then when the teacher read us a story containing the quote (something like this... sweatdrop ) "Horses?? Who ever heard of a 3rd grader playing 'horses?'" August and I just about died of laughter and embarassment combined. See...because we were in 4th grade.
I was pants'ed a couple times, to reveal frilly balloon-printed underwear, or pink ones covered in frogs dressed in ballet dresses and slippers. Cathy B. threatened to fill my pink thermos with toilet water. Such GREAT friends. I was very happy to have August, thats for sure.
5th grade:
Algebra. A-L-G-E-B-R-A. I got out on round 1 of the spelling bee. And, as you may have guessed, it was the word "ALGEBRA." One of my strongest memories [pretty sad] of 5th grade. Not besides the fact that me and August's favorite games were still Spies and Lions. I don't recall we played that much of "horses" anymore. But, "tigers" was a new one. Only there was a TWIST. The tigers August and I pretended to be were trapped on the Titanic and had to get off before it sunk.
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I became a fan of Johnny Depp, I became a fan of Green Day, I became a fan of Sims. Pop culture was becoming clearer to me. I could've sworn I was raised in a barn by owls. But overall I was feeling better about everything.August slept over one night. We wanted marshmallows. But we didnt want marshmallows THEN. We wanted them at 3 in the morning. So we snuck downstairs. After our marshmallow feast, me putting one after the other in my mouth, sleepily, and August stuffing them wildly like an animal, we went and played Zoo Tycoon and grew frustrated with the tutorial. August was afraid of a sleeping bag heaped on my living room couch and wanted me to go touch it.
Memories like these could fuel a car, I tell ya.
Well, thats elementary school. A LOT has changed, but lots has stayed the same, too. I still love the way papers look after they're highlighted. I eat Sour Patch Kids not because they taste good, but because they make my tongue bleed. August is still my friend. I'm still the underdog! HELL YEAH!!!!!
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