Fifth Grade

One day our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Hankton, didn't show up. Ginger and I took roll and sent the lunch money and attendance to the office. This was in the days before cell phones, so when the office finally figured out that she wasn't there, we were halfway through the class period. Ginger and I also set up our own little business of selling sequins and candy to all the kids in call until we got caught. The teacher loved asking us if we were good citizens. She even had a Halloween thing for the bulletin board that was ghosts asking us, "R U a good citizen?"

Some boy attacked me in class one day pushing me over a table and laying on me until I kicked him.

Mrs. Ross, the science teacher, showed us one of the Friday the 13th movies one day. My mom called the principal. Mrs. Ross was mad so I didn't get to go to the invitation only science camp that summer and dissect crayfish.

My math teacher, Mrs. Puryear, had some picked jeans that we were all jealous of. She also wore glasses that had broken arm and she put a paperclip in them. We didn't learn much math that year. I think we played Uno a lot. She had two desks close to hers and her favorites for the day got to sit up there and goof off. 

I took a book home from my reading teacher and forgot to ever return it. I think I dropped it in the bathtub too.

This is the earliest I can remember getting so furious with someone that I couldn't form words. I don't remember what Ginger and I were fighting about but it had something to do with me sweeping and her messing it up. I wrote on the board an unhappy face and her name under it. (Scathing, I know. Cuts right to the heart.)

The big thing that year was to make up houses. We got pictures out of magazines of what we would look like and our husbands and children. They were 13 story house plans with swimming pools on the 10th floor. 

Drew and I won the science fair that year. We had butterflies that we hatched (?) and we cracked fertilized chicken eggs into baby food jars to show their life cycle. I still have the ribbon.

Comments

[cagey]

A random comment to say that I love, love this series! I keep meaning to do it myself and I love that it is not in any certain schedule. I think it is a lovely way for all of us to remember our early school years.

And yes, I am prejudiced because I have met you and know you and you are one of my friends. WHATEVER. I just love, love these posts.

[SJ]

In my 5th grade year of school I remember my teacher getting busted having an affair or something with another teacher.

But as you know my memory sucks. So that could be totally wrong. Yeah, I suck.

[Angela]

I envy you your memories. I can't remember a thing! I love this series too.