Posted in Flashback Fridays
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To continue in my back-to-school theme for this week, I thought I would flash back to when I was a little one, carrying my Holly Hobbie backpack to my class. I was actually looking for the class picture from my first year teaching, 1994, of my 9th grade homeroom, but I can't find it anywhere, and I'm really fearing that it may be stuck in some book that's now on the shelves of an area Goodwill store. Oh well....the purchaser of that book can have a laugh. But in my searching, I ran across class picture after class picture of me and my classmates through the years, so I'm going to share a handful of them with you. This is where it all began, my kindergarten class in Charleston, SC....
Sorry it's a little yellow, but I'm getting kinda old. I'm the one on the far right, top row. I attended kindergarten back in the day where we only went for half a day, and we didn't really learn all that much. My main memory of it was playing Farmer in the Dell and me praying that I wouldn't be picked to be the wife or the cheese. Because, after all, I never wanted to marry a farmer, and the cheese had to stand alone. Here we are a few years later in 4th grade, North Chicago, IL....
I'm in the bottom right-hand corner. Mrs. Sykes, by the way, was one of my favorite teachers of all time. She was so energetic and fun and really cared about all of us. Do you see the boy right smack in the middle of the bottom row? Well, he lived across the street from me, and he was just about the meanest boy I've ever known. As a matter of fact, my family made up a song about him, sung to the tune of "O Christmas Tree".... O Steven Cook, O Steven Cook Your ways are so unchanging. (repeat 1x) Not only mean when summer's here, But also when 'tis cold and drear O Steven Cook, O Steven Cook Your ways are so unchanging. We were kind of an odd family. We still are. I also made up a song once called "The Rocks of Evil" about Indiana Mimi (long story) and Debbles recently taught the darn thing to her boys who now sing it in public. Here's my fifth grade class, also in North Chicago...
Poor Mr. Gilray. He had a nervous breakdown around the second or third week of school and was out for nearly two months. When he came back this class was totally out of control. He must have good meds though because he remained rather calm through most of it. He would occasionally pound this large petrified rock onto his desk, making everything on it jump about three inches into the air. Once he got so mad that he took a vinyl record of Japanese haiku recordings that we were listening to and threw it across the room. I'm not kidding. Oh, and I'm the one smack in the middle wearing the lavender sweater and jeans. I was in my no-skirt phase. And see the boy on the far left, bottom row? He was my boyfriend for about two weeks. His name was Rafael. One day after school he had a friend ask me to be his girlfriend, and I said okay. We then didn't speak to or look at each other again. At the end of two weeks, the same friend told me that Rafael wanted to break-up, and I said okay. He then repeated the same thing with my best friend Keely,the blond on the second row in the teal get-up. Moving onto 7th grade and back to Charleston, SC...
I'm on the far right in the third row from the front, and is it just me, or did they have me in the wrong spot? I'm like a head shorter than everyone in that row. And, oh, how I wish you had a better view of my white Michael Jackson shoes....they were the coolest! See the boy on the same row as me, on the opposite end, in the blue and grey hoodie? His name was Richard, and I loved him. All the girls did. We had these dances every Saturday night at the youth center on base, and I would dutifully stand against the cinder block wall every slow song, waiting for him to ask me to dance. He finally did the following year, exactly one week before his dad was transferred to Norfolk, VA, and I cried through the whole song. Jerk. Ahhh....memories. Got any for us today? Sign in with a link to your post below, so everyone can come reminisce with you....
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