My teacher was Mrs. Doss. We also had a student teacher that year. Annie Florieannie (I have no idea how that is really spelled. At least she'll never google herself and end up here.)
I borrowed and read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Then Mrs. Doss read it to the class aloud in little bits and pieces. On the way to music or PE, kids would beg me to tell them what happened next.
My mother says I tested at the High School reading comprehension level that year.
My long term hatred of spelling words became evident.
I don't know who dared me to draw a dirty picture, but I did. Then I tore it up and that person told on me. I lied my ass off. I know she knew I was lying. But my story about making a belt was pretty quick on the fly. Plus the other person dared me to do it.
I got in trouble a lot for reading when I wasn't supposed to be.
I stole extra worksheets out of the trash can to play school with at home. I took them all home and punched holes in the top to put them on a ring. I didn't punch the holes in the same place in all the sheets. Which I didn't realize until I was finished punching holes in all 300 of them.
I quit drinking milk. Pretty much forever.
Man, you are really making me think! How in the world do you remember so much about THIRD GRADE!?
I remember that we had a combined class so part of it was 2nd grade and part of it was 3rd. I think it was also around this time when I was introduced to the book 'The People at Pineapple Place'. I loved that book, so much that I checked it out from the libraray recently and read it again.
And well, that's about all I can recall!
Posted by: SJ | August 26, 2009 at 09:45 AM