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1st_grade
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phil
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PrePART - father
My dad played basketball at the Y, he still has the basketball, and he still knows the people that he played with all those years ago.
PART I - criminal behavior
Drawing a girls butt while tracing her shadow. (not in trouble, but close)
Yelling "keep your boots on the floor!" and the teacher thought I said BOOBS. (principal)
Writing "sucker" on my pants in permanent marker. (call home)
I kicked some girl's foot in soccer, and she fell down. (ejected)
PART II - society
I remember getting picked for not knowing magic johnson. (enemies)
I swang and talked about milky way bars with my friend. (allies)
and picked on girls. Not that I tried to pick on them, it's just they objected to everything I said. (bitches)
Kid in cool pilot jacket.
(obsessive jealousy)
PART III - education
We blew ink around on paper with straws. (art)
Grandma's marbles that I put in the balloon, all got crushed. (physics)
And that one girl who would make up all the words instead of reading. (literature)
My first sunflower seeds. And I guess the first time I realized what shoes were. OK, maybe I was a little slow.
(ummm...)
Damn that's a long time ago.
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josie
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walking in lines
earning to be 1st place
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farmfish all nostalgic
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sittin' down on thee first day of school next to this dude with brushburns all over his face, i'm like i want to know this guy. later we formed a band.
at a halloween party sittin' next to this person in a sheet and rubbin' their head. later realizin' it was the cutest girl in thee school. yikes!
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kerry
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i met my best friend the day before 1st grade began, when we were walking my dog. they were new to the neighborhood and invited us in to talk and become aquainted (sp?) and for the next couple days at school i could not bring myself to remember her name. she thought i was snobby at first. she got over it.
and nearly ten years later, she is still my best friend.
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squigglybee
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this girl names kayla always wanted to use everyone's crayons and it made me so mad. i even wrote a pretty darn good personal narrative about that in high school. it got entered in a writing contest. didnt win first place, but it did get recognized. first grade was all about who had the best crayons and markers at my school....
...oh and there was a girl who ate glue and her cardboard pencil box...
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jessicafletcher
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i never used the brown crayon. i used black and pink. funny they are still my two favorite colors. first grade is the nightmare in which they introduced me to add and subtract...plus and minus. funny i still hate them.
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squigglybee
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math is evil
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devalis
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My first male teacher. My mom always says that she threatened all my teachers, because I was her baby, but to this one she gave an extra frightening lecture.
I spent a lot of time in class staring at the bulge in his pants, not so much that I was thinking impure thoughts, just that I was curious. There weren't any men in my house.
I acted like I had a crush on someone so I could have my seat switched. The kid turned out to be a real jerk, even jerkier than the guy who I had switched seats to get away from.
I wore denim jumpers and my earrings on my clothes because I hadn't realized yet that I had holes in my ears and my earrings were dangly and I was artistic, even then.
Nobody came to my birthday party.
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Jane Doe
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Because our playground's black top was dented in the middle, all of the water or snow would go there and become a big lake that was "off limits," when such conditions occured. Chris, the "love of my life," "the one I want to marry" and I were playing by the swings, when I rather eventful game of tag was stirred up by everyone in mrs. hoole's class. (which was about, 17 kids.) and in the heat of the moment, a rather demonic idea came over me and I wanted to push Chris into the lake. It was my one goal that I would have then given my life for if I could complete such a task. Luckily, my opportunity came around and Christ went flying into the abandoned pool of water. I laughed as if the devil himself had takin over me, very content with myself for completing my task... Oh, the childish ways of showing that you love someone.
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Jane Doe
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hahaha whoops, Chris* not Christ... although it made me laugh a bit when I read it like that.
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