Bad school memory- from light to heavy

Mattmoosemom
Fri, 14 Nov 2008 09:04:29 +0000

In second grade, I needed to go to the bathroom and asked my teacher if I could. Since it was only 5 minutes until it was time to go home, I was told to wait. As you can guess, I could not wait, and went all over the floor. Fortunately, I sat in the back row, so probably no one noticed. However, I refused to go back to school the next day. My mother had to take me back and told the teacher what happened. She was so nice about it and called me her “little petunia.”

I was in 4th grade during the cold war. My teacher must have been paranoid about the US being bombed. She would tell us stories all the time about how we would all turn to jelly. We had daily air raid drills down in the basement, kneeling with our handkerchiefs over our noses and mouths (as if that would help). It was a dark and scary basement, and the possibility of all this happening seemed very real. I was very afraid and would cry at home. My parents did not confront the school about this, though, and I always wondered why. My teacher was nice, but quite old, and probably very frightened herself. Maybe a little mentally ill.