Some good, and not so good moments:
1. We had to take a bus for the 1st half of the year because our neighborhood school's kindergarten room was under construction. I didn't like the bus, really, but thought I was so cool because my 1st grade sister still had to walk to school.
2. My teacher would have us all sit on the floor on a carpet sample and the Birthday kid would go up to the front, be put over her knee and she would give "birthday spankings" with this wooden paddle. She would make a big deal about it and pretend to really whack the kid, but stop just in time to barely tap their bottoms. I was so terrified at first and thanked the heavens that my birthday wasn't until May lol, but then the kids would laugh instead of cry, so I figured out that she wasn't really hitting them. She would also give them a "pinch to grow an inch" on their arm, which I didn't like either. I can't even imagine either of those things being done in a classroom today!
3. I learned the words to London Bridge is Falling Down, and loved to play it.
4. Not a good memory, but I had a speech issue in K (not being able to say L and R properly), and went to a speech therapist a time or two every week. I would get called out of class and all the kids would state at me when I came back. Once, I did really good and the teacher gave me a card with a stick of candy in it (like a candy cane, but no hook). I didn't want to other kids to see it, so I hid it in my shirt and sat with it all through reading time until I could go to my backpack and hide it lol I worked really hard and graduated out of speech therapy really fast lol because I hated getting pulled out of class for it!
5. I was "tested" at the end of K for our assessment, and the teacher read my scores to me - I got a "PASS" in every area except telling my right from left. I still can't do it under pressure! I tell everyone that I failed it in Kindergarten and am ruined for life.
I loved playing in the house area more than anything in the world. The way the classroom was configured, the house area was in a little alcove with windows kind of set apart from the actual classroom, so when you went in there, it felt like you were really in a house and not at school. There were real curtains in the windows and a tablecloth on the table and everything. It was my favorite part of Kindergarten!
Not really pertinent or anything, but sadly interesting. My K teacher's name was a really long Italian name that had the letters "no" at the end. I remember being so scared to meet her because my sister told me she was really mean and all the kids woudl emphasize the "NO" at the end of her name (as if to say "NO" we don't want her! lol) But they had good reason - their original sweet, kind, gentle K teacher passed away suddenly in the middle of the year and Mrs. G, who was older, not young and pretty in the eyes of 5 year olds and more strict, was the replacement. She was a great teacher and I ended up liking her, but now as an adult, I think about how terrible the sudden death of a beloved K teacher must have been to those kids and school!
