School+Bells

School Bells

When I was Little
Kindergarten. I remember it pretty vividly. I__t was pretty much my favorite year, of my school career so far__. My teacher's name was Mrs. Luichi, and she was my favorite out of all my teachers from kindergarten-3rd grade. I remember my best friends were Colby and Jake, and we were always together. We would come in the classroom in the morning together, we'd go to our mailboxs, stand on the step stool, and get our papers for the day. I loved kindergarten; we watched the dinosaur show everyday before we took our naps, had the best snacks -goldfish and caprisuns, and played with lincoln logs practically all day long.

On St. Patrick's day, we all dyed our hair green. And the day before we used paper towel rolls, tape, empty containers, etc. to make traps to catch a leprechaun. I remember what big diversity there was because some people thought that we'd really catch some, and others thought they were "silly". It was the end of the day when we all finished up our "leprechaun traps", and the bell rang. I had taken forever on mine and knew mine was clearly the best-so I was pretty proud. We were all lined up and walking out of the classroom when the most //egotistical// little boy ever,Dakota Shaw,broke my trap...on purpose! __He kicked it and then ripped everything apart, so I burst into tears and started screaming at Dakota__. He ran out of the room and was on the bus before I could catch him! My dad always picked me up, so Mrs.Luichi went to the lobby with me to meet up with my dad. She explained why I was so upset and crying. They tried to calm me down and said we could go fix it- but I was still irate at Dakota. But on a better note, my dad took me to the classroom, and we built another one. So when everybody walked into the classroom the next morning, the room was torn apart. There were chocolate coins, that "the leprechaun left us". But he (Mrs. Luichi) knocked everything down! Our traps were all over the room, chairs were knocked over, there was scribbling all over the whiteboard, etc. Being kindergartners- we thought that was the coolest thing! We were all rather //exuberant// the rest of the day. I totally had forgotten about what Dakota did the day before.

__For first grade, my teacher's name was Mrs. Sevenski; I was not a fan__. She was very strict and pretty harsh. That horrible boy Dakota, who ruined my leprechaun trap, was in my class that year too. That just made it even worse, on top of a mean teacher. I remember my sister, who is 12 years older than me, got married that year. My teacher asked me to bring in pictures and talk about what it was like to be in the wedding and what happened. I remember being so nervous, having to go up in front of the class and talk. Especially about my sisters wedding- what a boring topic to a seven year old!I also remember having to write a whole page in our composition notebooks everyday about what we did the night before. I hated it!

Another thing that stinks out in my mind about first grade is that my sister also had her first baby that year. I remember not wanting to go to school that morning, because she had gone into the hospital and was having the baby. I walked in the door and ran up to my teacher. I told her there was no way I was doing any work - I had to go see my niece! I turned around and marched out the door. As she came after me and explained I couldn't do that, I was pretty bummed out. I thought she was being completely //frivolous//. She told me that my parents would probably come get me soon to go see the baby-it didn't make me any happier. That day we were doing a project, and I was using a stapler. Since I was mad at Mrs. Sevenski for not letting me go, I was being super attitudey. So when I was trying to staple my project, I was being a brat to the teacher- and stapled my finger. It was horrible! I was so sad, again! As I was putting a band aid on, I got called down to the office because my parents were there to pick me up to go see my new baby niece! It was a good end to a horrible day.

My second grade year was much better than first. My teacher was Mrs.Bedard. She was the nicest old lady ever. We never really did a specific lesson, we just did stations. We would be divided into groups and move from station to station (ie: reading, listening, math, etc.). I think it was a smart way to do things, because not many 2nd graders want to sit there and just be taught. I remember when we first started, I was in the lowest level reading group. By the end of the year, I was better than the highest reading group- so Mrs.Bedard had to get me my own books.She really helped me begin learning and doing well in school.

Third grade is pretty //obscure// to me. Probably because my teacher, Mrs.Filardo, was the meanest lady I've ever met. She was really old and always grumpy. She made someone cry everyday. I do remember that one day my mom was our subsitute. My mom taught at the school, and her classroom was around the corner, so Mrs.Filardo pulled her in one day to have her watch our class for half of the day. It was my favorite day of the whole year! My mom didn't make us do anything, and I got to eat all her snacks- I was pretty excited. I also remember that in 3rd grade, all of my friends and I learned that if you stick your finger down your throat- it will make you throw up. So my friends would come in for the morning, and then make themselves throw-up to get out of school. It was disgusting, I refused.

For kindergarten-3rd grade, I didn't live in Guilderland. **I lived four hours away, in a really teeny tiny town outside of Rochester**. I went to Holley Elementary School, it's a super small school. For pre-k through 6th grade, it was a total of 700 students. That's smaller than FMS, and that only has three grades! But I liked being in a small school, especially when I was young. I also really liked that my mom was a teacher. I would hate that now that I'm older, but when I was little- I thought it was the coolest thing ever. When people were mean I'd be like, "Well, my mom is a teacher here, she can yell at you!" They'd all ooh and ahh, and that always made them leave me alone. I also liked being able to go to my mom whenever I needed something- it was pretty convenient for a seven year old.

When I was in elementary school, I did not do well in school. I had a difficulty with learning to read,write, and especially doing math. I was still pretty loud and outgoing though. I had a lot of friends- so I didn't get nervous on the first day. I remember my friends being very quiet and shy because they were nervous on the first day - I was the exact opposite. I didn't get shy about much.

My favorite teacher was in second grade, Mrs. Bedard. She was really special to me because she helped me in so many ways. She helped me grow socially, mentally, and in my school work. I think what made her my favorite was that she showed she cared about if I did well, and she went out of her way to give me extra help. That is what I need in 2nd grade.

My favorite school program was when we did plays. Students that were chosen by teachers for academic achievements, improvements, outstanding behavior, etc. got to participate. I was chosen to participate each year I was eligible, and I loved it. We did a play and performed in front of the whole school- which we all thought was so cool at the time. I remember one year we did Rumpelstiltskin...but I don't remember what part I had.

My favorite activity at this time was probably baking, or anything //culinary//, with my mom. I loved to make cookies, brownies, pies, or just anything my mom was baking. I loved making a mess, and being able to do what my mom was doing..that meant a lot to me when I was younger. I also loved serving it to my sisters and my dad after it was done baking. I would put them on a fancy plate and talk with a British accent and serve it to them. That sounds so cheesy, but that's what I always did when I was little.