Thursday, July 29, 2010

Looking For Necklaces?

I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This is the 8th of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. These memories are from 6th grade.

My 6th grade teacher was Mrs. Miller. Again she was a teacher of mine that was not very well liked, however I liked her. Again this is a grade I don't remember much about. I do know by this time my parents divorce was finalized.

I also remember my friends changing a bit. I started hanging out with the more rebellious girls, but not really wanting to. Knowing something was wrong with the things they did. A specific memory was being out at 3 in the morning...mind you we were in 6th grade. My "friends" had boyfriends that were in the Jr High. While spending the night at my one friends house one night they came by and we all went out walking. I think the guys were drinking and not to sure about my friends. I was a little confused about it all. Well all of a sudden the police must have gotten a call because they pulled over to where we were walking and turned their sirens on. All of them jumped into the nearby fields and just ran. I didn't know what to do so I off course go into the ditch and just lay down with my friend...mind you our only offense being out past our towns curfew. The police shine their lights on us and told us to get up. They ask us what we were doing to which my friend replied that we were looking for a necklace she had lost earlier! Luckily they just told us to go home. Man were we pretty dumb.

I think by the end of this grade I knew these were not the type of girls I wanted to be around. I went into the summer not having too many friends from my class, just a couple of girls in my neighborhood who were good and did not get into trouble to much.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

A Lesson On Treating People

I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This is the 7th of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. These memories are from 5th grade or when I was 10.

The memory that sticks out the most to me during 5th grade was when we were in social studies class. Specifically civil liberties and racism. While talking about it my teacher mentions to the class that a specific student in out class has AIDS. He named him. The entire class turned and looked at him. Unsure of what to do next. Our teacher then starting asking questions about how we should behave and with in a few minutes class was over. I don't remember if another class was after that but I do remember the health class was before recess. And when recess did the insults and complete humiliation that the students put on this poor boy. Everyone was gathered around him, some asking questions, others threatening him and a few that were pushing him around. I was in the midst as an on-looker. I remember feeling horrible for him, but yet at the same time feeling scared that I could get it too.
As recess ended we all headed inside, got to our desks. To all of our surprise, our teacher told us it was all a hoax!! This student did not have AIDS. He was trying to teach the class a lesson on treating people that are different than us, with respect and dignity. The student knew this was going to happen. I certainly changed my outlook on how I am to be treating people, even on just the thought level.

As a side note its funny how teachers could do things like that in the past, but today would that even be allowed? I think it would make the news and the teacher would be fired. The times they are a changing!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Tales of a fourth grade juggler!

I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This is the 6th of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. These memories are from 4th grade or when I was 9.

Well 4th grade ...hmmm.... 4th grade I had my first male teacher, Mr. Gauer. And it was his first year teaching. He cut his thumb pretty badly on the paper cutter one day and had to leave to go get stitches.
In 4th grade I got in trouble and had a major talk from Mr Gauer about not making fun of people. He took me and another girl into the coat closet and we talked about the importance of treating people with respect. As I and another student, made fun a another girls pants. I still remember what that girl looked like and her name. His talk had a big impact on me as I don't remember doing that again, and hated when I saw others doing it also.

I learned in forth grade that dessert and desert were spelled differently. I once again got to be in a play about Paddington Bear. Fortunately I was prop set up. Yay! No messing up with that. But unfortunately 4th grade was also the year how-to speeches started. I didn't mention anything to my parents until the night before I was to do mine. I had nothing ready, so I believe they gave me a recipe for making chip dip. It was easy and only 3 steps. So when I got up it didn't take long and virtually fool proof. It went okay, well... better than me being a play.

One day when staying at school after class was over, I don't remember why, a couple of other girls in my class and I asked Mr. Gauer to teach us to juggle. He had juggled for our class not long before that. So we sat and learned to juggle:) He was so kind and patient with all of us. I would go home and practice for hours just so when I got the chance I could show him how much better I had gotten. After that year was done I never saw Mr Gauer again until incidentally when I was in 12th grade, I went back to the same school for a class where I had to teach 3/4 graders to read. Mr Gauer recognized me and my name. I thought that was neat that he would remember me.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Spelling Test Redemption

I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This is the 5th of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. These memories are from 3rd grade or when I was 8.

In third grade my teacher was Mrs. Wetzel...which is good that I remember that because I don't remember my 1st or 2nd grade teachers name. I could guess, but I don't know if I am just remembering a teachers name in the school or mine. I liked Mrs. Wetzel. I don't think a lot of the students did but I did.

I think my cheating days of 1st grade were behind me. A bunch of answers got left up on the chalk board for a spelling test. Mrs. Wetzel passed out our papers and started saying the words for us to write. I kind of looked around and seeing if people noticed if the answers were up there. Everyone could see them. So of course being the girl that knew she never wanted to cheat again I calmly raised my hand and told the teacher the answers were on the board. Yep, I don't remember having many friends that week. Hmmm... maybe they didn't know about the changed person I was;-)

The summer before 3rd grade we got the chance to go to Disney World. We drove the whole way there. My mom, my brother Derek, my mom's friend Sandy and myself. On the way we stopped at Graceland. My brother and I being only slightly thrilled because we knew that Elvis was some one famous who was a singer and actor. I thought the best part was his horses, and the animal room. I did want to be a veterinarian when I was little...well until the 11th grade. But we kept going after that and ended up at Wet and Wild. I loved it! We had so much fun there and probably even remember more of it compared to Disney. The only thing I remember from Disney is one ride that was a train. See... I don't even remember the name of the ride, or if I saw any characters....actually I think we might have saw Mickey at our hotel??? Who knows! I was and still am more of a thrill seeker and like doing active things which is why I probably remember Wet and Wild more than Disney. I kept my mug from W &W for a very long time. It was pink:)

The only other real memory I have from the 3rd grade is yet another play I was in. It was a play for health class. It was a big deal because many parents were going to be there to watch. I was the cracker. I had all my lines memorized, the first day of practice. I had it down during all the practices. Well...until show time. Remember I don't like to be in front of people. I just stood there. You could see all the sympathy faces. Boo Hoo. But, as my years progress it is funny that I still will volunteer to be up in front of people, yet I will still not do well in front of others. Hmmm...

Thursday, July 1, 2010

No shirt. No shoes. No Service?

So while we were away visiting my dad for Father's day, we decided on Friday night to go out to eat. I knew it was going to be hit or miss with Kenzie wanting to eat around 5 pm and it was just about 5:30 when we left. So we got to the restaurant and were seated fairly quickly. But of course kids were hungry and a little cranky. I asked my husband if he could walk around with Kenzie to distract her, since I knew she wasn't going to last. Well, all of a sudden I see him talking with the hostess. Now when I was packing up to go visit my dad I didn't even think about taking shoes with for her. She doesn't wear any. She just started getting better at walking and shoes just make her walk worse at this time. So we didn't think anything of it until the hostess talked to my husband. It went something like this:

Hostess: You know we have a no shirt, no shoe, no service policy?

Hubby: Pardon me? He thought she was kidding.

Hostess: Do you have any shoes for (your daughter)?

Hubby: No.

Okay I understand about possible injury to her feet, but come on... she's one. And we weren't even letting her walk around. We were holding her just about the entire time, or she was sitting in her chair. They were seriously threatening to not give us service?? Because my one year old had no shoes on? Well a few minutes went by and we waited to see if the hostess was going to say something to the manager. My dad knew the manager. Go right ahead. They did not, but the manager walked over on his own to say hi to my dad. He saw Mackenzie, said how cute he thought she was, even picked her up and held her! No mention of the shoes! I think the hostess must of not had anything better to do. Or, maybe it was her first day and she was trying to stick to the rules.?

Should this have been a big deal?

Super Satuarday Slip and Slide!!!

The kids were asking to go for a bike ride. But we thought going on the slip and slide would be a much better idea.

It was a great idea. This was so much fun. We got to be active and stay cool and not have to pack up mounds of things just to go to the beach.

The kids were having so much fun they asked dad to come and do it with them.

Dad holding Caden as they slid sown together...I know my knees would kill after this.

I sat and took pictures while they laughed and had fun. They were having a blast.
Kenz loved the pool area, I guess as well as walking up and down in between the sliders:)

I couldn't take it any longer...I had to get in on the fun too:)

We all felt a lot cooler! And, the kids loved that mom and dad did it too:)