I woke up today an hour before my alarm - which is pretty common for me - and I couldn't stop thinking about my early school experiences, the things that stuck out, how they've shaped me, what I took from them
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Just remembered another one, third grade I think. I was in gym class, during Square Dancing week. We had been paired up randomly, and I was paired with... there's no nice way to say this: the most obnoxious, loud, dumb, insipid, and fat girl that I, to this day, have ever met. I tried to play along with it. Really, I did. But after about five minutes, I just couldn't take it anymore. I sat down in the middle of the gym and refused to dance with her. I think I got sent out in the hall... and maybe had a letter written home. To this day, a certain friend of mine who was in that class with me will randomly mention how much he admired me to actually defy the teacher and all social conventions of politeness in order to not dance with her. It may have been my proudest, and yet most assholish moment ever.
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April 3 2009, 21:20:52 UTC
I went to these "speech" classes in 3rd grade. The only thing I can remember about them is telling Mrs. What's-her-face that I wished we still had show and tell because I liked having a specific forum for talking to people. I still do. I never thought I'd be able to teach classes but when I had to do it in grad school it was no problem. It was like, this is my time to speak and these kids are all listening to me so I'll talk and for some reason I was never nervous about this (except the first time). But I almost never would volunteer to speak in a classroom
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I'm interested to hear more of your stories.
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Just remembered another one, third grade I think. I was in gym class, during Square Dancing week. We had been paired up randomly, and I was paired with... there's no nice way to say this: the most obnoxious, loud, dumb, insipid, and fat girl that I, to this day, have ever met. I tried to play along with it. Really, I did. But after about five minutes, I just couldn't take it anymore. I sat down in the middle of the gym and refused to dance with her. I think I got sent out in the hall... and maybe had a letter written home. To this day, a certain friend of mine who was in that class with me will randomly mention how much he admired me to actually defy the teacher and all social conventions of politeness in order to not dance with her. It may have been my proudest, and yet most assholish moment ever.
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