When they rolled in the TV to watch Challenger launch. I remember very little of school in general, but I remember that.

Brent had taken my place at the round activity table in kindergarten when I went to get something. So I turned around and butt-butted his butt. I got a stern talking to for that one.

After 9/11 my elementary school was blasting proud to be an American all day in the cafeteria.

Realizing that a mirror shows different views to different people at the same time.
I think I learned a lot in kindergarten, but don’t remember the other kids, or teacher, or classwork at all.

My second year teacher had a pair of “magic glasses”. If she put them on, she could instantly speak any language. My 5 year old self was absolutely flabbergasted by that. It still occupies my mind sometimes at 35.

4th or 5th grade (9- 10 years old) in winter getting off the bus and walking on to school grounds I see drops of blood on the ground. I follow the trail thinking some kid got their nose busted and I might witness the spectacle. Follow the trail around the corner into the court yard where the flag pole was, look up and there’s a coyote skinned, hung from a back leg tendon, frozen, bloody and a long bloody icicle hanging from it’s nose. I can still see it in my mind to this day.

For some context, this school was across from the high school and it was a big football rival playing our team that day. Our school mascot is the Lobos (wolf in Spanish).

I was in pre-school and it was my turn to clean up and sweep the floor. Instead, I put that broom between my legs and pretended to be a witch.

*sigh* Good times…

Literally the first day. First thing another student said to me, actually: “Why’re you so white?” Next is the same year, I got in trouble because another kid ran in front of me while I was rolling down a hill

first day of pre-school/kindergarten, i thought my mom was gonna stay in the room with me for the first day, she did not, i felt betrayed. that is my supervillain origin story.

that one kid i talked to occasionally during recess. He told me he had a CD which let you ‘mix games’ so you could for example pop in Wolfenstein & GTA into your Xbox and have a new cool game lol. Kids are dumb :) Hope he’s doing well after all these years.

There’s another story where i wanted to sneakily let out a fart but it was the unholiest, loudest fart i’ve ever experienced, the metal chair with thin wooden elements acted as an amplifier. The teacher looked at me in disbelief and calmly told me next time i should just go to the bathroom. That was highkey embarassing :D

I go in late with my mom first grade. The principal was there. She asked me which class I wanted to go in? I went with 1-1. And that was my class for the rest of the year.

Got kicked out of a Catholic preschool because another boy said I couldn’t hurt him and to hit him.

Ended up at another school and was much happier, loved playing with the water table and building things. Was later told I was beyond that level and was sent home.

Lots of slides and getting into fights with other toddlers, lol.

Preschool. Power going out but the fan still ran (inertia was unknown to preschoolers). Hitting the kid in the stomach that had stomach issues because he was tormenting me and knew we weren’t allowed to hurt him. Not being allowed and being unable to are not the same thing. I got in trouble but he wasn’t mean after that.

When we practised writing our very first letters, and I remember that it got boring immediately.