Camper6
Well-known Member
- Location
- Northwestern Ontario Canada
Wow! That was a real long time ago but I can remember it like it was yesterday.
I was terrified. I remember the blackboard and a sort of curtain scroll that pulled down and I'm sure it was the vowels displayed. Anyway it was all greek to me. We didn't have kindergarten. We started in grade one and it was a full day except we were allowed a 15 minute break called recess in the morning and afternoon. We were also allowed an hour and a half to go home for lunch. I didn't want to go back. And our teachers were nuns which to me were strange.
But the most strange remembrance and it was the smell of the classroom. There used to be a kind of clay stuff that you could mold into shape. Like playdough. It was called plasticene (sp). Even now if I can smell something like it my heart starts racing just like the smell in a dentist's office. It's funny about smells. It stays with you for life. You just don't forget a smell. It's indelibly inserted into your brain. My mother taught me how to identify the good mushrooms by the smell. I can still identify the good ones easily when picking wild mushrooms.
My panic disappeared when we started to learn how to read. I was really good at it. And they used to take me to the next grade to read to the class.
So share your experiences with me so that I don't think I was such a wimp.
I was terrified. I remember the blackboard and a sort of curtain scroll that pulled down and I'm sure it was the vowels displayed. Anyway it was all greek to me. We didn't have kindergarten. We started in grade one and it was a full day except we were allowed a 15 minute break called recess in the morning and afternoon. We were also allowed an hour and a half to go home for lunch. I didn't want to go back. And our teachers were nuns which to me were strange.
But the most strange remembrance and it was the smell of the classroom. There used to be a kind of clay stuff that you could mold into shape. Like playdough. It was called plasticene (sp). Even now if I can smell something like it my heart starts racing just like the smell in a dentist's office. It's funny about smells. It stays with you for life. You just don't forget a smell. It's indelibly inserted into your brain. My mother taught me how to identify the good mushrooms by the smell. I can still identify the good ones easily when picking wild mushrooms.
My panic disappeared when we started to learn how to read. I was really good at it. And they used to take me to the next grade to read to the class.
So share your experiences with me so that I don't think I was such a wimp.