You’re one of the main reasons I hated third grade. You were just plain mean. You tore up my Garbage Pail Kids because I looked at them during Reading Rainbow. That made me so mad! Later, you moved a block away from me and that was a total downer.  BOO.

2nd grade homeroom teacher.  We had a bake sale to raise money for the elephant habitat.  We learned to count to 1000 – by writing every last number, over many weeks.  We made a giant triceratops out of tissue paper. You drove a Ford Escort and we thought you were SO COOL.

First grade language arts is not that hard, it’s mainly spelling. I knew this to be true and that’s why I was embarrassed when we were self-correcting our spelling tests, and I cheated by changing an answer. To be fair, “of” and “ove” sound exactly alike when you say them.

My sister and I were singing 80′s television theme song commercials on the way home yesterday, trying to remember which songs fit which show. We couldn’t remember the theme song for Punky Brewster, but I clearly remembered one episode of that show which, I am sure, every child of my generation remembers. You know what I’m talking about.
Cherie got stuck in the refrigerator.
I told my sister that I remembered only that episode and nothing else about the show whatsoever. She didn’t know what I was talking about and …

In your first grade class we’d take turns eating lunch at your desk, and after we’d get a prize from the treasure chest. When it was finally my turn, and why that was so awesome I will never remember, I got a giant pencil and displayed it in my bedroom.