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To: Ilaine who wrote (47324)	2/22/2000 7:31:00 PM
From: Crocodile	Respond to of 71178

Well, actually, now that you mention it....after having to sit in a horrible desk for a whole day, I started wondering if it was ALWAYS that horrible and I had somehow managed to erase that from my mind after 30+ years. I think the old wooden desks with separate wooden chairs were a lot less obnoxious and you could always fold up a sweater and put it on the seat for extra padding. No dice with the modern grotesque plastic jobbies...

To: Ilaine who wrote (47324)	2/22/2000 7:47:00 PM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

South School, PS #5. I can remember my desk so clearly. It had a place for pencils, a little ditchthing at the top, and an inkwell. And lots of initials carved in it. And shelves of supplies along the walls. Under big big windows that actually opened and let air and sounds in. Were you excited by blank paper? (or was I a weird kid?) I can STILL remember that thrill of empty lined sheets begging me to WRITE ON THEM. We didn't have much back then, I don't think, in the way of "resources". There was an old upright piano in the upstairs hall of the school and on Fridays, any of us who took piano got to get up and play for the class. (Guess who volunteered obnoxiously every Friday). Recess was on a small cement yard. We played jacks, and jumped rope (remember Double Dutch?) and once I ran with a lollipop in my mouth and choked on it and Mrs Newmarker, my big second grade teacher, slapped me on the back, and up can the lollipop into her hand. "You NEVER run with a lollipop in your mouth!" She said. That for some reason was one of CW's favorite toddler stories . "Tell the Rorrypup one, Mommy!" He couldn't say L's. I can smell that school in my mind.