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[madidona-blog1]

When Stuffs go Wrong..

It all started too easy..way to easy for a normal day at Auburn Elementary. i had my regular occurrence of friends I discussed deep topics with such as teletubies. i had a perfect PB&J with small sliced up apples and my yummy pacific cooler. I strutted my stuff with my special Dragon Tales Lunch Box. Everything was perfect until I got to art class. I was at least thinking everything was going well until my blatter told me I had to get to the bathroom quickly. I politely asked my teacher and rushed into a stall. Finding that all the stalls seats were up. I continued to tug to get it down and when it wouldn't go down, my pee flew right out of me onto my beautiful summery yellow dress. When I came back to art, the art teacher sent me to change. Me not knowing that I'd get the loudest swishy pants in the world. And if that wasn't the worst, heads up 7 up was easy for everyone because they knew exactly who I was, I was the girl walking around with the "swishy pants". Boy, Elementary school is way to rough.

[madeline-helland]

My Debut

It was my kindergarten year and I wanted to be in the talent show so bad. The theme that year was “America the Beautiful”, so I decided to sing a song about the solar system. I mean America wouldn’t exist if Earth wasn’t a planet, so it seemed perfectly logical to me.  To tie me more into the theme my mom bought me a cute red, white and blue ensemble; I rocked that look!

The day of the talent show finally arrived. I could hardly contain my excitement. All day I was bragging to my class that I was going to be in the talent show. I sang my song all day. It was called “The Planets Go Around the Sun, Hoorah”. I was sure my teacher was impressed because she asked me to lead the song during Music Time. I was more than rehearsed. I was so anxious by the time the talent show came. I couldn’t believe I was going to be singing in front of a real audience. I stepped onto the stage so confident and excited. I sang the whole song twice in case they missed it the first time (and because I mixed up the order of the planets a bit). It was all acapella and I knew I sounded great. I took a bow as the audience roared.  It was pretty much the best day of my life. 

[lexigird-blog]

Extra Credit Childhood Memory

My favorite childhood memory is from 4th grade at Woodland Elementary. Me and five of my other friends had our little crew and did everything together. We all sat at the same lunch table, did the same sports, and played football with all the boys at recess. We all thought we were so cool and we all had so much fun together. When we got to Meadows the following year, everybody went their seperate ways. I miss how in elementary school nothing mattered and we all just had fun with each other. Nobody tried to be popular, nobody moved, we were all the same and nobody and nothing could change that.

I think the tone of this is sentimental.

[juliamastracci-blog]

Elementary School

In second grade, there is only a few things important enough to get you really excited. Gym class, recess, and being the line leader. 

Being the line leader meant that you were "head honcho" of your entire class for a whole week! You got to strut your stuff through the hallways and prove your dominance over that single file line. Mrs. Davis-Comfort didn't just take volunteers for line leader, no it was far too cool for that. Your name had to be magically drawn out of that lucky pile of popsicle sticks. Week by week my second grade year had flown by, and I had still yet to be line leader. Spring was approaching and I was afraid my turn would never come.

One weekend, between shifts of new line leaders, I was at my friend's birthday party playing on the monkey bars. We were playing monkey, where you battle your opponent until one falls off. It was my turn to fight the birthday girl. We swung, rung by rung, until we met in the middle. Then we dangled by one hand as we struggled to get each other off. Her grip was slipping and a saw sweet victory in my near future when she got me...right in the tickle zone. We both tumbled to the ground with a thud. Instantly, I burst into tears. My ankle was throbbing.

After a day of ice and rest, my parents decided to take me to the hospital for X-rays. Turns out I had broken my foot. With a little bit of pain medicine and my brand new, bright blue cast, I was ready for school the next day. Only thinking of the positives, I was excited for everyone to sign my cast. I arrived the next day at school, surrounded by "ooh"s and "aah"s as I explained what had happened.

It was that moment when devastation hit. Mrs. Davis-Comfort went to draw the next name for line leader. "JULIA MASTRACCI". After patiently waiting my turn for line leader, I was unable. No way the kids would want to walk behind me at snail speed as I hobbled through the hallway. She had to draw a new name. Just like that my hopes and dreams of being line leader were crushed.

[abbeyblanch]

My Hair Will Never Again Be Short

I have made one decision in my life that i wish i could take back, and I made it when i was little. Why my parents listened to me I have no idea. I was up north and I went with my mom to get her hair cut. Waiting there anxiously i was flipping though a hair catalog when I saw it. and I wanted it. Something in me thought it was a good idea, so i was determined at that moment to get it. Mind you I was a cute kid when I was little...until that day and for years to come. Finally, when my mom and I left the salon I told her about my idea and insisted that i got a hair cut too. I don't know why but she agreed so we headed back to our cottage and got the supplies needed. I sat outside on the side porch in my dad's uncomfortable green fire chair waiting for my mother to get ready to cut my hair in a boy cut style. It was a beautiful day and I could have been doing millions for other things than getting my hair chopped off. My mom was finally done wreaking my hair so i jumped off the chair and ran inside to look at her work. It was awful. I cried. I didn't want to hurt my moms feeling so i tried to avoid her and help my grandma with her puzzle. She found me easily and asked me how I like it, I lied, said it was okay. That year i remember a girl calling me a boy not out of meanness but legit thinking it was a boy, I was upset. I also remember trying not to take too many pictures because i hated it so much. I got that hair cut in second grade, it grew out by firth. When I am a parent I will never do that to my child because i really think it scared me forever.  (mine was more of a mullet) 

[jacobgaravaglia-blog]

Elementary school story

We had a substitute in my 2nd/3rd grade split class. I had the evil Mrs. Simmis and her student teacher (who was like in her 40's). Mrs. Simmis had a model of the human eye on her desk. My friend Jared took it apart and challenged me to put it back together. The sub told me to leave it alone, but that wasn't about to happen Jacob Garavaglia doesn't back down from a challenge. There was only one piece of the entire model that was glass and that was the piece that represented the lens of the eye. I dropped one piece of the entire model...and it was that damn glass lens. Naturally the glass broke into thousands of pieces. I was sent to the principal's office. But I knew i was good...who am I kidding I was balling. But my mom watched Mr. Pagel's two boys, so if he wanted them fed he knew not to mess with me...Probably just felt bad I was crying like a little baby. Either way I got off Scot-free till Mrs. Simmis came back... I don't remember that day but I'm assuming she had her way with me.

[sarahpettit-blog]

Elementary School

Back in the good old days of elementary school, I, like most kids, had a very vivid imagination. One day- after watching Hocus Pocus I believe- my sister Katelyn, my neighbor Julie, and I thought it would be fun to be witches for a day. So we trecked out to the garage in search for brooms. We found two traditional brooms and one broom that was a little unconventional but we used in nonetheless. After getting the brooms, we walked up to the guest room. To us, though, it wasn't just a bedroom; it was a room of witchcraft with burning black candles and caldrons and spell books. If you have ever seen Hocus Pocus, it would be just like their house in the woods condensed to one room. At this point, we had the brooms, we had our witchy room and we had our imaginations. We went over to the window and popped out the screen. Even though it was daylight, to us the sky looked as black as coal and it was filled with stars and a full moon shining bright. As we began to climb out the window and on to the roof, my mom must have heard the ruckus happening above her so she came upstairs. When she walked in to the room, she didn't see three witches, she saw her two daughters and the daughter of her good friend about to jump off the roof. She, like any other parent of silly, naive children, ran to us yelling at us to get back inside the house. We explained to her our plans but she did not find them at all amusing. She, then, explained to us the dangers of what we were doing and told us to never do it again. After that, we all went downstairs and my mom fixed us lunch. Our dreams of being witches died that day but our imaginations surely did not.

[apphillipschwartz-blog]

An Early Understanding of the Nature of Education

Sitting in the back of a classroom with my peers surrounding me, I was content. We were watching the Magic School Bus, this episode with Ms. Frizzle on the moon. Then a teacher motioned for me to get up and come with her to the other side of the classroom. I was ticked. I was really enjoying this episode and now a random lady was forcing me to go do something. At the counter I saw a project which I supposedly hadn't finished. I didn't even remember the project. I peeked a glance at the television. I was missing so much! The project didn't count for anything; why did I have to finish it? And why was no one helping me? I looked up at the ceiling where numbers counted the school days passed. Why couldn't this day pass too? This was a new thought for me. Usually I liked school. I enjoyed building things with Legos in the corner of the class. Now I was dreading school. I didn't even know where to start on the project. I should walk back to the movie I thought. But I couldn't, they wouldn't let me. I realized I was required to slave over this project I didn't understand while fun stuff was happening nearby. I then understood the nature of education. I'd say I learned pretty quick for only being in Kindergarten.