Boring kindergarten learning the alphabet stuff and horrifically terrible drawings that would be horrible by even kindergarten standards, IMO.
It’s all pretty fragmented and fuzzy in my head, but I do have some very vague memories of what I’d consider now very boring class work like time telling, maths, and show and tell ( not as boring but whatever ) in first grade.
A lot of the early stuff I remember is the more boring stuff, when it comes to school, for the most part.
I cannot remember whether it was first or second grade, but I do remember during one of them we went to see a nature documentary type movie on bugs, which I hated and was disturbed by then and still am and still hate. Probably didn’t like it one bit considering I can’t remember anything about it. We saw it on an IMAX theater in a downtown park in my city. Worst. Field. Trip. Ever.
I still remember my first day at school, especially getting my Schultüte, which had a steam train design.
Omg we were in a Heidelberg department store on holiday one summer and I saw these everywhere. They looked SO exciting and full of promise! And I also loved those incredibly right-angled backpacks the kids wore. I knew it would never fly back home, but they looked a LOT more durable and manageable than just carrying everything in plastic bags lol
When they rolled in the TV to watch Challenger launch. I remember very little of school in general, but I remember that.
There was an iguana walking through the school campus.
This but iguana.
One of my first memories was that my school had an iguana. There was a huge cage in the central area that the iguana roamed around
4th or 5th grade (9- 10 years old) in winter getting off the bus and walking on to school grounds I see drops of blood on the ground. I follow the trail thinking some kid got their nose busted and I might witness the spectacle. Follow the trail around the corner into the court yard where the flag pole was, look up and there’s a coyote skinned, hung from a back leg tendon, frozen, bloody and a long bloody icicle hanging from it’s nose. I can still see it in my mind to this day.
For some context, this school was across from the high school and it was a big football rival playing our team that day. Our school mascot is the Lobos (wolf in Spanish).
My second year teacher had a pair of “magic glasses”. If she put them on, she could instantly speak any language. My 5 year old self was absolutely flabbergasted by that. It still occupies my mind sometimes at 35.
W h a t
How did you know she was speaking other klnguages? Is it possible she just spoke gibberish because you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference?
that one kid i talked to occasionally during recess. He told me he had a CD which let you ‘mix games’ so you could for example pop in Wolfenstein & GTA into your Xbox and have a new cool game lol. Kids are dumb :) Hope he’s doing well after all these years.
There’s another story where i wanted to sneakily let out a fart but it was the unholiest, loudest fart i’ve ever experienced, the metal chair with thin wooden elements acted as an amplifier. The teacher looked at me in disbelief and calmly told me next time i should just go to the bathroom. That was highkey embarassing :D
Oh man kids and making shit up.
There was a kid who told me he had all these new mortal Kombat games. Just complete fabrications.
I told another kid that if you got all the chaos emeralds in sonic 3 (I’m old) you could turn into super sonic. Imagine my shock when that turned out to be true.
Which begs the question; which two games would you mix?
from that time period? gta vice city and nfsu2 because that’s what i loved as a kid x)
Got kicked out of a Catholic preschool because another boy said I couldn’t hurt him and to hit him.
Ended up at another school and was much happier, loved playing with the water table and building things. Was later told I was beyond that level and was sent home.
The day I was enrolled in school.
Yeah, that’s a pretty rememberable event
I go in late with my mom first grade. The principal was there. She asked me which class I wanted to go in? I went with 1-1. And that was my class for the rest of the year.
After 9/11 my elementary school was blasting proud to be an American all day in the cafeteria.
first day of pre-school/kindergarten, i thought my mom was gonna stay in the room with me for the first day, she did not, i felt betrayed. that is my supervillain origin story.
When we practised writing our very first letters, and I remember that it got boring immediately.
Literally the first day. First thing another student said to me, actually: “Why’re you so white?” Next is the same year, I got in trouble because another kid ran in front of me while I was rolling down a hill
I was in pre-school and it was my turn to clean up and sweep the floor. Instead, I put that broom between my legs and pretended to be a witch.
*sigh* Good times…
