First Day of School

chonsigirl · Post by **chonsigirl** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 5:45 am

Tomorrow is the first day of school for me-another new group of students will walk into my classroom on their next step along the education pathway. Do you have any fond memories of the first day of school? I know we have multiple topics about various school problems, which are important to discuss. But do have any positive school memories?

actionfigurestepho · Post by **actionfigurestepho** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 5:50 am

Ooh good luck on your first day back! I remember my mom putting us on the bus in the morning and waiting for us at the end of the day. It was always so nice to see her waiting there, ready to hear all about our new teacher and new friends, or about how some boy told me redheads are icky (my natural color). Then we'd all eat cookies. All good elementary school memories are tied to cookies!

Peg · Post by **Peg** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:08 am

I was really lucky in 6th grade that I had 2 great teachers. I went the first day of school, then missed the next 6 weeks due to mononucleosis. They sent my work home every day, offered to come to the house if I need help, didn't make me take tests because they knew I could do the work. Once I went back to school, it was like I was never gone. I got right back into the swing of things and had a great year.

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:17 am

I can think of one incredible memory of school:

Any teacher that had the will and heart to help me learn and grow up.

I sincerely wish you the best, regardles of what those little ....s say.

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:24 am

ok....

i do miss one of my art/ photography teachers who let me get away with hiding food in my hat in her class, after lunch..... and "sneaking" it into my mouth.

mmmm.... peanut butter and honey sandwich!

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:29 am

sigh......

the days i fell in love with my Geometry and Physical Science teachers........

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 6:32 am

actionfigurestepho wrote: Ooh good luck on your first day back! I remember my mom putting us on the bus in the morning and waiting for us at the end of the day. It was always so nice to see her waiting there, ready to hear all about our new teacher and new friends, or about how some boy told me redheads are icky (my natural color). Then we'd all eat cookies. All good elementary school memories are tied to cookies!

somehow, i remember more tomato soup than anything...

oh... wait... i'm catholic! lol

umm..... by the way.... redheads are not "icky"

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 8:37 am

I remember feeling so comfortable about it. So alone and unrestricted. It was odd hearing myself peeing all over the wall for the first time (lmao), but, who cared right? I was in forth grade, alone in the bathroom, and carefree. Well, so I thought I was alone. Some soon-to-be pain in my rear made a sound in the stall next to me. As i peered beyond the dripping pee, I saw his shoes. Sh.t!, I thought. It's over....

Yeah... the punk ratted me out.

After the ensuing interrogation, denial, and ultimate humiliation I was supposed to feel, in stead of my parents, I found myself back in school.

Right next to that fateful restroom was the class in which I first remember this poor sob getting picked on. Although I had no "true" understanding of why they were mocking the guy, I knew it was stupid. I remember hearing commotion in the middle of the teacher's class, then her finally shutting everyone up and demanding an answer for what in hell was going on. The only thing the sh.tbags could come up with was: "This retard reads the dictionary!"

As far as I remember.... she was such a B.tch that she blamed everything on him.

Needless to say.... I wasn't too unhappy to find my self in about 6th grade, away from that poo, yet into some more. I never really studied or paid attention, yet somehow understood what I needed to. I thank God for my absence of mind, for I had the chance to witness ....

It might have been that God aweful/ delicious rectangular pizza being served that day in the cafeteria when i was busy showing off my new concoction: a 9V battery attached to a step-up transformer and a switch (soon to be known as a Tazer, or the like). We were having fun shocking the hell out of each other when this same dictionary reading retard walks up, sits down, and hangs out for a bit. It was odd to see him, he was in all the academically gifted programs. He was one of those cats that had the first prototype calculator watches.

During 6th and 7th grade German classes, I spent a hell of a lot of time drawing. I would pen some hilarious "comics" about some poor sob I found myself picking on and pass them around class. Damn they were funny, but, I will always remembr feeling guilty, especially when every day after classes I would see this same retard walking around in the same clothes: cargo shorts, rainbow socks pulled to his teeth, wiley long hair and essentially arguing with himself as he sprint-walked across the 5 acre traverse to safety.

8th, 9th, 10th......... college passed before i saw him again. He was wearing all black, with black whatever you can think of. It was then, when I saw him creaping around, that I thought he had truely lost it. I studied him as he crept around the theater, until I finally remembered my senses and walked to him with a "Hello". I remember not being too shocked when he spoke like an auctioneer on crack, yet being somewhat surprized and happy for him when I saw his darkly garbed girlfriend stammer in for bearing. I was happy for him, they were obviously a match made in happenstance!

Couple more years go by, I say hello to him here and there at bars and such. He seems to be getting better at communication while working on his PhD. We share silly psychobabble and logical rhetoric, yet he's still babbling like a cracked -up auctioneer.

Finally...... One night a couple of years ago, I see this guy again.... and.... I swear I saws him do something I had never seen him do before.....

He smiled... and that breaks my heart, because after about 25 years I know for a fact that it was a whole gargantuan league of teachers, instructors, and professors that helped and allowed this poor guy to smile finally. You never really know what impact you will have

We'll probably bullshit about quantum physics and time inconsistencies again someday, but, I think I am satisfied in knowing there were teachers around who did not conform within that putrid soup of the masses and let him fall into the cracks of insanity. For, I can almost promise he will have a better impact on your life than you will know.

This punk-ass SOB is the smartest person I know, he never was retarded, yet, w/o understanding teachers, he would be a quivering mass in a hovel of shame and dispair.

Take care of our kids

Oh yeah...... those pieces of s.it that wouldn't leave him alone are actually still pieces of s.it, if not dead by now.

BabyRider · Post by **BabyRider** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 8:43 am

That has got to be one of the strangest things I've ever read. You talk like you're defending him, yet repeatedly call him a retard. I don't get it....

Nomad · Post by **Nomad** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 8:46 am

Hey moron maybe you could sneak up on them in your stealthly ninja James Bond fashion and get the job done.

Have fun bunnygirl.....give em hell and use your cunning sense of playfulness on them, they'll fall in love with you...cant be helped ! :-6

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 8:59 am

I hope that was positive, Chonsi

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:01 am

Nomad wrote: Hey moron maybe you could sneak up on them in your stealthly ninja James Bond fashion and get the job done.

Have fun bunnygirl.....give em hell and use your cunning sense of playfulness on them, they'll fall in love with you...cant be helped ! :-6

You have yet to redeem yourself, Nomad :O

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:05 am

BabyRider wrote: That has got to be one of the strangest things I've ever read. You talk like you're defending him, yet repeatedly call him a retard. I don't get it....

BR, that's kind -of the point... over a couple of decades he was considered the "reject" of society. I never viewed him as retarded, yet many did.

Nomad · Post by **Nomad** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:06 am

ProfessionalMoron wrote: You have yet to redeem yourself, Nomad :O

Are you offering redemption ?

Are you Godly ?

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:07 am

I guess I used too much "poetic license".

oh, well...

BabyRider · Post by **BabyRider** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:08 am

But the way you posted it sounds like a back-handed compliment. Just an observation, no point really.

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:18 am

BabyRider wrote: But the way you posted it sounds like a back-handed compliment. Just an observation, no point really.

Well, to be honest BR, that entire period in life was pretty back-handed, so, i guess i got the point across.

Regardless, I certainly have no ill-thoughts of anyone in that simpleton attempt at a story. The point of it remains intact. Plus, I got tired of writing it after about 2 sentences while trying to decide how to not bore you guys to death.

Please BR, gimmie a break, he's a grown man, as am I. We are not that sensetive.

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:26 am

ok, ok, ...... i give in....

i'll tell a pretty tale next time

I'll leave out he bitter and keep the sweet, just for you

BabyRider · Post by **BabyRider** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:30 am

ProfessionalMoron wrote:

Please BR, gimmie a break, he's a grown man, as am I. We are not that sensetive.
Well, as I said, it was just an observation. Is there an echo in here???

chonsigirl · Post by **chonsigirl** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:49 am

Such interesting memories of school-makes me feel good about tomorrow and my new batch of kids.

Here are 2 pictures of my classroom, one looking to the back and front. Notice my Lakers flag hanging there Nomad. (not a Timberwolves) And the map on the closet

*where the glare kind of is, hey, I'm a teacher not a photographer*

is my Gettysburg map, notice that Far. I have my computer/projector setup-so I don't have to write on the board that much this year!

The floors are clean, the desks uncluttered, I should take a pic tomorrow after the last class leaves.............:wah:

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Nomad · Post by **Nomad** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:58 am

BabyRider wrote: That has got to be one of the strangest things I've ever read. You talk like you're defending him, yet repeatedly call him a retard. I don't get it....

I think hes talking about himself in a skewed distorted mindset.

Nomad · Post by **Nomad** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 9:59 am

chonsigirl wrote: Such interesting memories of school-makes me feel good about tomorrow and my new batch of kids.

Here are 2 pictures of my classroom, one looking to the back and front. Notice my Lakers flag hanging there Nomad. (not a Timberwolves) And the map on the closet

*where the glare kind of is, hey, I'm a teacher not a photographer*

is my Gettysburg map, notice that Far. I have my computer/projector setup-so I don't have to write on the board that much this year!

The floors are clean, the desks uncluttered, I should take a pic tomorrow after the last class leaves.............:wah:

Very tidy bunny....shame you have to let actual kids in. :rolleyes:

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 10:09 am

Nomad wrote: I think hes talking about himself in a skewed distorted mindset.

lol, Nomad, don't outsmart yourself into the siwwy wabbit twap.

ProfessionalMoron · Post by **ProfessionalMoron** » Sun Aug 28, 2005 10:11 am

chonsigirl wrote: Such interesting memories of school-makes me feel good about tomorrow and my new batch of kids.

Here are 2 pictures of my classroom, one looking to the back and front. Notice my Lakers flag hanging there Nomad. (not a Timberwolves) And the map on the closet

*where the glare kind of is, hey, I'm a teacher not a photographer*

is my Gettysburg map, notice that Far. I have my computer/projector setup-so I don't have to write on the board that much this year!

The floors are clean, the desks uncluttered, I should take a pic tomorrow after the last class leaves.............:wah:

Chonsi.....

They teach Gettysburg in Nirvana?