5th grade was a rough year

i was mad at the teacher.. i forget why and we were talking some state test.. so on the line where i was to write the teachers name i wrote "butthead" :frown:

my dumbass forgot to erase it and she seen it. well i had to go to the principals office. i cried. the teacher cried. i forget if i was punished or not but i do remember after that she was much nicer to me. she even would let me teach the art lessons. she couldn't figure out how to make origami boxes from some crappy directions she had. i figured it out.. minus the cutting it with scissors step.

i think i made over 100 boxes after that.

 

I always found the odd number years of school to be more intense in general. They seemed to have a stronger or more intense curriculum and responsibility changes more than the even number years.

 

What I do remember from that time -all those yrs ago - -was they had these air raid drills> The nuns made sure we we,re all hiding under our desks ,while this siren would blare for about 2 or 3 minutes.
Never under stood the reasoning behind that, cause if it was real - hiding under anything wasnt going to save ya- especially kindeling. All they did was scare the fuck out of us kids* *

 

Hmm...in 5th grade I realized I was short and my boobs were bigger than everyone else's. Also that was the last time I saw my "father", so I agree with you Boogster that was a shitty year.

 

Worst teacher ever. Pretty sure she got into the profession just to hate on kids.
It was her that taught me how to play vicious mind games 'cause that's what she did with her students.

I keep meaning to see if I can find her grave. I made myself a promise to piss on it.

 

Fifth grade well nothing special, but I do remember we paid tribute to 13 year old Samantha Smith who died in a plane crash while bound from Boston to Bangor Maine.

She visited Russia after writing a letter to Yuri Andropov about the nuclear arms race

Hotwater

 

in 5th grade i moved 600 miles away from my family and friends.

i didn't really notice the effect it had on me until i looked back on it. i was happy then, though life never goes long without a "choked chicken" story.

*sigh*

 

I got a Cabbage Patch Kid.

 

I got my first B.
Rough times.

 

Me too. Adonis Harold.

 

I remember the Christmas rush on cabbage patch dolls it was insane :willy_nilly:

Mother's were tearing out each others hair just to get one of the coveted ragdolls

Hotwater

 

i believe that it was in 5th grade where i met my best friend