Friday, October 16, 2009

Your Mission-- Tell Us All One Memory of Your Grade School

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to tell us all one story about your grade school years. Elementary, K-8, whatever it's called these days. . .you know, those years when you looked forward to your next birthday because it got you so much closer to being an actual teenager!
This is the elementary school I attended from the second half of second grade until the end of eighth grade. Mrs. Owsley and Mrs. South, you gave me a good start at Lynnevale, but good ol' Howevalley will always be my grade school. Miss Wimp, Miss Williams, Mr. Cantwell, Miss Mattingly, Ms. Howard, Coach Gardner, and finally ______________, thanks for all the shepherding and teaching and memorymaking. Good grief, I can't believe I just blanked on who was my eighth grade homeroom teacher. Was it Coach Gardner for seventh and eighth? Mr. Kral for homeroom and science and math? Mrs. Berenbroick? Mr. Roe (I think that was a new teacher's name from that last year?)?
My kids get tired of hearing Howevalley stories. They can read aloud just like a certain kid would do in fifth grade, syllable by excruciatingly monotone syllable in an effort to test the teacher's patience. They've driven by Howevalley and seen the way the playground is nowadays. They know Mom had to ride the bus to school. I think they know better than to tape their spelling word list to classroom window shades, and I think they know about my favorite teachers. They know about the slyly shaken up coke can that Miss Wimp kindly opened for a sneaky kid at lunch one day. They know we played lots of softball for P.E. and recess in fourth and fifth grades. They know dodgeball with the old fashioned red rubber balls was a real contact sport, LOL! I bore them to tears with all the reasons I loved school. . . so howzabout some of your stories?? Come on, you know you want to tell us!


rosebud101 said...

When I was in first grade, I said something to the person next to me and my teacher ran up and smacked me on the butt. I was so shocked I pooped in her hand. How was that for a memory?

angelinabeadalina said...

LOL, Mallory, that's one funny grade school memory!

Ellen said...

Can't show you a picture of my elementary school - they tore it down a long time ago. It was way cool, though.
We had two enclosed metal slides that extended from the second floor down to the ground. They were our fire escapes.
Wonderful memories. The school was right around the corner from my house. My sister was 2 years younger than me and before she was old enough to go herself, she would "drive" me to school with our fire truck pedal car.

angelinabeadalina said...

Ellen, those slides sound wonderful, as does the special ride to school in the fire truck pedal car :)

Capt Elaine Magliacane said...

I remember all the extra activities at my Grammar school, Halloween carnavals, where each room had a theme (7th grade was always the haunted house)... square dances, and the all men's wedding review... I'll never forget the site of my dad in a dress with grape fruits for boobs... all in good fun to raise money for the PTA.

angelinabeadalina said...

LOL, Elaine, I'll bet your dad was a fun one! Sounds like some terrific grade school memories!