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To: Ilaine who wrote (43908)12/23/1999 7:07:00 PM
From: CharleyMike  Respond to of 71178
 
< I also remember being terribly bored because the lessons were spoonfed, very slowly. And being told by the teacher not to raise my hand anymore, give someone else a chance.>

'tis a curse, I tell you, a curse and there's no absolution.

< And the hideous searing embarrassment when I made a mistake (infrequent!), and the other kids smirked at me.>

"See! Yer notso smart! Nananana!"

So you go off like Chris Michael Langan with an IQ of 195, or Steve Schuessler @ 185 or Gina LoSassa @ 168 and live two lives. Daily you cope with the averages then escape into your own world at every opportunity. Oh, Life. . . . ain't it great........



To: Ilaine who wrote (43908)12/23/1999 7:47:00 PM
From: Ish  Respond to of 71178
 
<<What I remember, and I don't promise it's Third Grade, >>

When I was in the 6th grade the 6th graders got to be crossing guard helpers, kinda like little cops. Wore a bandoleer and broke up fights and stopped mamas picking up tykes so other tykes could cross. The best was picked each month to be the captain for the next month. I got to be captain and not only that I was captain for the rest of the year, 6 terms. Wore a badge on my bandoleer. Yes ma'am, I took names, license numbers and ran a tight ship. 30 years later the principal remembered me. I peaked a little early.



To: Ilaine who wrote (43908)12/25/1999 3:41:00 AM
From: Gauguin  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 71178
 
this is a terrific post coby:

techstocks.com

that is SOME history.

i love that stuff.

it seems sometimes that our struggles then are still many of our struggles now.

emerging, then, from child, to.....whatever we are. have become. became.

as tho there's baby, child, and third grade on.

when i went home to my elementary school in LA, last van gogh year, i accidentally met someone who knew me then. 35 years ago.

he remembered me.

a pretty old man.

~

miss you already, hon.