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MorningGlow Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Apr-25-08 09:41 PM
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38. My school life was like the TV show Freaks and Geeks (guess which I was)
Went to school from 71 to 83, first public school, then Catholic school.

My elementary school was fairly small--two or three classes per grade. I remember our principal was a terrifying man--buzzcut, horn-rimmed glasses, always skulking through the halls looking for trouble to set right. I think even the teachers were afraid of him.

Education seemed fine at the time, although I was a big reader, so I was always ahead of the game (until we got to fractions in fourth grade--then I hit the skids). Gym class was led by a guy who looked like he swallowed a medicine ball. He wasn't too interested in getting us fit, so we played a lot of dodgeball or, when the weather was nice, he'd kick us out the back door of the gym and make us run (or fizzle and walk) around the entire field (four baseball diamonds)--that took the whole gym period. They were still doing the JFK fitness challenge back then, so once a year we'd have to do timed situps and stuff, but the gym teacher didn't seem to care about how well we did, especially climbing the rope--we girls would do one or two halfhearted hops and he'd let us give up just to get it over with.

I loved music class, though--we had a great teacher who loved teaching us songs. I remember her standing at the blond-wood piano, banging away at it, the rhinestones in the corner of her pointy glasses glinting in the light, overenunciating the words to "Fifty Nifty United States" and "Erie Canal" and bopping around to get us energized. It worked on me, not so much for other kids in the class. I still love singing to this day (not so much "Fifty Nifty" though). At Halloween, she used to tell us an absolutely terrifying story of a witch who used to roll her skin into a ball and run around at night as a black cat. Every year. I loved that story even though it gave me nightmares.

Our school district was 100 percent white, which of course was a detriment, but I didn't know it at the time. The most "exotic" student was a red-headed Jewish boy who, every holiday season, was asked to stand up in front of the class and teach us about Hanukkah. Every. Single. Year. It seemed he was in my class every year, although that can't be right--odds dictated he must have been in "the other class" sometime. But I seem to remember him being forced to stand up in front of the class every year, his face beet red and his voice trembling, while he explained about the oil burning for eight days and nights and how to play with the dreidl and what gelt was.

It was a big deal when you moved from the middle of the school (third and fourth grade classes) to the big kids wing (fifth and sixth grade classes). And oh, young romance of the latter grades, when roller-skating parties in the gym after school set our hearts fluttering. After several circuits around the gym (I can't believe they let us put metal wheels on the shellacked floor) to songs by Kiss and other '70s greats ( :eyes:), the DJ would put on a slower tune and the girls stood on the sidelines while the boys cruised around looking for a girl to couples skate with. Oh, the thrill of being picked for a couples skate!...which, in reality, was still the boy speed-skating and the girl holding his hand trying desperately to keep up.

Things went to hell in a handbasket when the two parts of our districts merged. Instead of getting to be "kings of the school" in sixth grade, when we finished fifth grade, we were moved, with the sixth graders, to the middle school. The district was shrinking--we were the "baby buster" generation, pre gen-X--and schools were closing. We enjoyed one year in the 100-year-old middle school, and then the northern part of the district was merged with the southern part, and we all ended up jammed into an overcrowded middle school. That led to lots of disgruntled teachers and really violent fights among students from the two halves of the district. By the end of seventh grade, my mom had had enough, and she scraped up enough money to send me to the local Catholic school for eighth grade. I went willingly--GRATEFULLY. I was sick of being threatened with a beating for doing nothing but standing there (the girls were far worse than the boys).

In Catholic school I had a rude awakening--I realized my education had been sorely lacking. I had to scramble to catch up. Went to an all-girls Catholic high school (eeek) but had a kick-ass education that has served me well to this day, nuns nothwithstanding. But that's material for another thread.
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