We are on Week 11 of our 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey Journal. I hope everyone will join me this week to talk about more memories! Imagine how excited your grandchildren or great grandchildren would be to read your stories in the future.
Last week we wrote about Kindergarten, our first day and year of school. I didn't have a lot of memories of my first year, but writing about my first day brought back a ton of memories about the next few years! So this week I thought it would be a good idea to carry on and write about Grades 1 to 6. I've chosen to end at Grade 6 for this week simply because I went to Lord Elgin School until Grade 6 and then to a different school for Grades 7 & 8. So for me it's a natural break in my memories. Please do feel free to choose your own guidelines and start/stop dates!
I didn't like school. There, I've said it! I hated having to sit and follow along silently while each student stood up and took their turn struggling to read "Dick & Jane". Are you old enough to remember those readers? I hated them! "See Spot run. Run, Spot, run! Jane is chasing Spot" Arrghh!!!
When I got to Grade 1 I was pretty excited because we were given our readers. I took mine home and finished it that night. Next day I turned it in to my teacher, saying I was ready for my next book. She laughed and said that reader had to last me all year, we did not get another one. Believe it or not, I cried.
I did not like recess. I'd worn glasses since I was 2 years old, and one of my eyes was always being patched (my good one, to force my bad one to work better). So my depth perception was not good and I was clumsy, always falling down. Recess was a nightmare for me, trying to join in games with the other children, but not doing well. I was one of those kids that was always the last chosen for any team activity. Remember Red Rover? Guess who was last chosen for the team? Guess who was first called on by the other team to come over? "Red Rover Red Rover let Lorine come over" was not a cry my team wanted to hear. I was the sucker the other team could nab easily.
Eventually my unhappiness in Grade 1 and 2 led me to act out, playing such pranks as locking all the washroom doors from the inside and crawling out underneath, then boldly (and foolishly) denying I'd done it when confronted by the school principal! I moved on to more outrageous behaviour and played hooky. Hopefully my grandchildren will not read this until they are out of school! I started going to a friend's house (her parents were not home during the day) and spending the day there reading comic books and eating chocolate. What fun! Of course I got caught but surprisingly my parents were very good about the whole incident, and got to the bottom of my rebellion.
Talks with the school principal resulted in me being allowed to read and do math at my own pace, and not be part of the group. I was given a set of reading booklets, told to go ahead and start reading them (in order), answer the questions at the end of each story and if I got the right answers, I could go on to the next one! I loved that, and sat quite happily and quietly in my little corner of the classroom, doing my work.
By the end of Grade 2 I was quite happy about school and looked forward to everything... except recess!
So, sharpen your pencils, get a new pen and join me in this journey down memory lane - Grades 1 to 6.