Ah, memories
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impyIn honor of the Widget's first day of first grade, I shall share all of my first grade memories.
Ready?
Good, because I've got three. That's right, three.
1) There was a boy in my class who would stomp on my foot everytime we had to stand in line. I couldn't move because it was alphabetical and reporting it to the teacher didn't do any good because...
2) My first grade teacher was absent so much I only remember her name because my mother mentions it occasionally. Said teacher was taking a lot of classes or workshops and I think she was the teacher who was also pregnant. So we had an endless sea of subs, except for one, whom I mostly remember because at six I was amazed by how large her boobs were. Huge, man. Huge. Anyway, I think she's the one who finally convinced the boy to stop stomping on my feet. Maybe not. Mom finally got someone to pay attention because he finally stomped so frequently that my poor widdle toes were bleeding. Yay, public schools!
3) While watching ETV or something similar, I got my first bloody nose at school. It was not pretty and I tried to hide it for some reason and it was just... a mess. I looked like someone had beaten me up.
Your turn!
Moving along, but only slightly, for the entire summer we've had this school supply list that's just insane. Technically, we've had it. Thing is, no one found it until my brother finally registered the kid again and they gave him another, which Mumsy promptly realized she'd had. All. Summer. In her dresser because it had been in the packet given to Jackie at graduation. She and Sean fought over that for the first month or so of summer vacation, and then... it got lost in the wilds of Mumsy's room, I guess.
Anyway, yesterday [Monday] they had the class assignments or something, so you could find out which teacher your kid would be bugging all year long. Only you couldn't pick up this information until 4-6 in the afternoon. Then you figure you feed your kid dinner, you bathe them, send them to bed, and pray they actually fall asleep, with possibly a little last minute school prep thrown in for good measure. Then you remember that blasted book, go crack it open, and realize that the teacher's list is different than the school list in enough ways that your head explodes. For example, mere minutes after Mom opened the safety scissors and had me put his name on them, she flipped to the supply list and realized the school said one thing and she wanted another.
*sigh* Which, I admit, is annoying. But after awhile she was just looking for things to nitpick.
Me, I'm busy plotting how to best blow my money on Halloween books for the Widge.
And the Widget is off and I spent a gazillion, or at least what feels like a gazillion, ribbons on assorted shtuff for my pupe. The good thing about having very little clue as to what anything is worth is that I'm easily tickled by whatever shiny thing that I find. The bad news is that when I'm enamored of something, I have no idea if I should hold out for a better price or if that IS the better price.
I'd forgotten much of what happened in the Angel finale, what with time and some of it I just plain didn't want to recall [Oh, Lorne...], but time has been mostly kind to the finale. For me, anyway. And so, we use this icon for no reason other than it's from said finale. I miss you, good TV. I realized earlier this morning [about 4am] that I had no clue when anything other than Gossip Girl and 90210 start, and I only know the latter because you can't escape it. Also, they idiot proofed it. 9.02. You have to wonder if they pushed for production so they could use that air date.
Today, Gossip Girl on DVD. Also, my memory card reader on Kid Sister finally works. Hurray!
Ready?
Good, because I've got three. That's right, three.
1) There was a boy in my class who would stomp on my foot everytime we had to stand in line. I couldn't move because it was alphabetical and reporting it to the teacher didn't do any good because...
2) My first grade teacher was absent so much I only remember her name because my mother mentions it occasionally. Said teacher was taking a lot of classes or workshops and I think she was the teacher who was also pregnant. So we had an endless sea of subs, except for one, whom I mostly remember because at six I was amazed by how large her boobs were. Huge, man. Huge. Anyway, I think she's the one who finally convinced the boy to stop stomping on my feet. Maybe not. Mom finally got someone to pay attention because he finally stomped so frequently that my poor widdle toes were bleeding. Yay, public schools!
3) While watching ETV or something similar, I got my first bloody nose at school. It was not pretty and I tried to hide it for some reason and it was just... a mess. I looked like someone had beaten me up.
Your turn!
Moving along, but only slightly, for the entire summer we've had this school supply list that's just insane. Technically, we've had it. Thing is, no one found it until my brother finally registered the kid again and they gave him another, which Mumsy promptly realized she'd had. All. Summer. In her dresser because it had been in the packet given to Jackie at graduation. She and Sean fought over that for the first month or so of summer vacation, and then... it got lost in the wilds of Mumsy's room, I guess.
Anyway, yesterday [Monday] they had the class assignments or something, so you could find out which teacher your kid would be bugging all year long. Only you couldn't pick up this information until 4-6 in the afternoon. Then you figure you feed your kid dinner, you bathe them, send them to bed, and pray they actually fall asleep, with possibly a little last minute school prep thrown in for good measure. Then you remember that blasted book, go crack it open, and realize that the teacher's list is different than the school list in enough ways that your head explodes. For example, mere minutes after Mom opened the safety scissors and had me put his name on them, she flipped to the supply list and realized the school said one thing and she wanted another.
*sigh* Which, I admit, is annoying. But after awhile she was just looking for things to nitpick.
Me, I'm busy plotting how to best blow my money on Halloween books for the Widge.
And the Widget is off and I spent a gazillion, or at least what feels like a gazillion, ribbons on assorted shtuff for my pupe. The good thing about having very little clue as to what anything is worth is that I'm easily tickled by whatever shiny thing that I find. The bad news is that when I'm enamored of something, I have no idea if I should hold out for a better price or if that IS the better price.
I'd forgotten much of what happened in the Angel finale, what with time and some of it I just plain didn't want to recall [Oh, Lorne...], but time has been mostly kind to the finale. For me, anyway. And so, we use this icon for no reason other than it's from said finale. I miss you, good TV. I realized earlier this morning [about 4am] that I had no clue when anything other than Gossip Girl and 90210 start, and I only know the latter because you can't escape it. Also, they idiot proofed it. 9.02. You have to wonder if they pushed for production so they could use that air date.
Today, Gossip Girl on DVD. Also, my memory card reader on Kid Sister finally works. Hurray!
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Date: 2008-08-19 01:42 pm (UTC)As for first grade memories -- I don't remember the first day but there were a few things I remember:
-Being the new kid (I went to a different school for kindergarten but then my parents got divorced so I had to move). I was already developing social awkwardness, so of course it sucked.
-There was a girl named Samantha in my class who was there for the first few weeks and then just disappeared. I was sure she had died. Turns out, I found out later (baby Sherlock here) that she had been miscategorized and belonged in kindergarten, so they moved her back where she belonged.
-I was convinced (by the 6th graders who should have known better) to give the bus driver the middle finger. When I got yelled at, I defended myself by saying "I don't even know what it means" and the teacher said, "It doesn't matter -- you knew it was bad and you still did it." That was my first lesson in taking responsibility for my own actions (it didn't take until much later LOL!)
-For Halloween, I was a bunny (oy, that didn't help get me past the social stunting the awkwardness caused) and I got yelled at on the bus (I always got yelled at on the bus) because I was kneeling on the seat instead of sitting on my butt like we were supposed to. I told the bus driver I couldn't sit because my cottontail was ripping off. HAHAHA! She didn't give a shit but god damn it, I did NOT sit down.
-My only friend was a girl named Maura Conlon who liked the color green and encouraged me to taste paste and see what all the fuss was about. She had a twin since named Meagan who made sure everyone knew it was pronounced MEE-gin. They moved after 1st grade, down to N. Carolina, and we were penpals for a little while. But I was in elementary school and have never been good at writing letters, so that didn't last. I still wonder what she's up to now. Could never find her on facebook or myspace though.
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Date: 2008-08-19 02:32 pm (UTC)*giggles* I was in third grade when I first gave someone the finger. Only you were smart enough to not do it in front of your parents. I was in the corner and my brother was mocking me and in full view of my father [who was on the phone at the time], I flicked the boy off and I thought I would actually die on the spot.
I haven't picked up the Angel comics. I was thinking about them today while I was watching, but for whatever reason I've never been motivated enough to buy 'em. I dislike the holding pattern the Buffy comics are in at times, so I think I imagined that Angel must be worse... for whatever reason. Logic has no place here?
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Date: 2008-08-19 03:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-20 11:32 am (UTC)