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Over the past day I have been remising all of the fun and eventful things that have preceded today.

In Kindergarten I called my teacher, “teach” and received a stern lecturing. She told me that it was not appropriate to call her that.

I remember in first grade when I was a 1920’s flapper dancer for Halloween. We went bobbing for apples; my cute little feathered headband was ruined. Also in first grade I distinctly remember this kid. He was exceptionally odd. He went home at lunch to wash his hair, he didn’t eat white bread and he once tried to hold my hand! Sick! A different time I recall Mike Yazzie telling me that my hair made me look like a tom boy.

Second grade was quite different. Mrs. Allred had a chore system set up. She had little bears with the student’s names on them. I would sneak when the teacher wasn’t looking and put my name at the top. I wanted to be the treat picker or something. Also, I remember picking peanuts as the treat. If we got 100% on our math assignments we would get two scoops of peanuts and if not we’d get one. All of the other treats were on a strict all or nothing policy, so that‘s why I liked the peanuts.

Third grade was filled with exciting stories and adventures. Mr. Hamblin came and taught us about science. A man with tattooed filled arms, and wrinkly skin came and taught us about art. Mrs. Silver was our full time teacher. She had a silver Christmas tree and around that time of year our class made several quilts and donated them to the ambulance. We also had little display boxes lining the entrance to our class. Mrs. Silver purchased and incubator and we attempted to hatch eggs. Hardly any of them hatched, so she went and bought little chickens and ducks. We put them in the display case. I remember it was my turn to help clean it out. I wanted so badly to hold one, however I was deathly terrified. I started to grasp one and it started to wiggle. I dropped it! From then on I was only allowed to do the dirty cleaning work.

My fourth grade year presented its own challenges. We moved to Neola. The kids up there had been in the same class together for all of their schooling. I was the new comer and it was different. I remember learning how to use and addle-addle, create compost, and memorizing all of the counties in Utah.

Fifth grade was a blast. The teacher was new and during registration I went and visited her. Mrs. Page told me that I would have to be her helper and so I was the whole year. She allowed me to do special things. I definitely was the teacher’s pet. I got to go the Olympics held in Salt Lake that year. I saw short track speed skating, where Apollo Antoine Ono won a gold medal. Also my sisters and I went the Paralympic opening ceremonies. I loved fifth grade.

Mrs. Dye was my sixth grade teacher. She was very loopy. I remember constantly walking around the school and the occasional crayon war. That is all I remember, tells you how great of a teacher she was.

Secondary School to Come SOON