Discussion in 'SHH Community Forum' started by musclesforsupes, Sep 8, 2005.
I got sent to the principal cause I called a kid a grape head.
I've never understood that "Ew, girls have cooties." thing, or how the parents say "Little Johnny's starting to get interested in girls." 'cause my third love was in kindergarten. Funny too, 'cause she had zero interest in me, but coincidentally, the class was having this school play at our kindergarten graduation and the teacher cast me as "***** cat, ***** cat, where have you been" and the girl I wanted as the Queen ( as in "I've been to London to visit the Queen."
So I thought I'd go all out to impress her and I really acted like a wild cat on the stage. I don't think she ever spoke to me even once.
Also, in kindergarten I dressed up as Spider-Man for Halloween and I thought everyone else's costumes sucked compared to mine. But I left the mask in the car for a while with some chocolate in it and the chocolate melted in the sun, ruining the mask and I was devastated.
What does this have to do with food?
Once we got a new teacher, and he was funny, he had an Austrian accent and he kept saying stuff like "I have a headache!" and "It's not a tumor!!!" man, those where fun times.
One thing I remember about Kindergarten was the huge crayons that were flat on one side...so deceiving when you see them in the box.
Sorry Whilelm, food threads will continue maybe later today, however I am going on vacation and wont be back till then end of this month. So my threads will be limited
I miss spin the bottle .
there was this one girl in kindergarden who I remember freaked me out..
it was around the end of the school year and we'd all get ice cream... so she went and got a popsicle and stood in front of all of us and showed us what her older sister taught her.
It was only the older kids who got left back that understood what went on that day.
I remember always leaving the house with freshly done pigtails and come home with them jacked up and my clothes dirty, then get my ass whooped everyday for that.
you weren't potty trained were you.
Whooped not wiped.
OMG!! This thread is cracking me the hell up!!! The memories are pouring out for me. 1987 was the year for me. Kindergarden was somewhat uneventful for me. I recall being the tallest person in my class. Oh I remember that with Coloring within the lines was pretty much the standard. (if you didn't you'd have to start over) I remember being totally obsessed with playing with the toys so much that I would try (and fail) to cut corners to finish my work.
I also remember being unruly at times. The one thing I hated the most about getting in trouble was when the teacher dragged you to the Corner or the Principal's office they'd grab you by your upper arm.
I remember having a crush on a number of girls that were too old for me. One was my older sister age. (she's 2 years older) The other was My brother and sister's friend. (she was 3 years older) The one thing that bugged me was that I actually liked girls at that age and most of the boys didn't so I was pressured in to "hating" them.
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Well I still needed assistance being carried unto the toilet...Atleast I didn't **** in my pants in class, like you did.
I'm not the one who admitted coming home all screwed up. Diapers would have been the answer.
And no.... I peed in someone's desk cause the bathroom pass was already taken.
No, I came home dirty from playing in the dirt with boys.
more lies... you probably teased the janitor with your overalls and my little pony sneakers.
The reason you came home dirty was he made you clean the school after your class was dismissed.
that sounds cute, except the child abuse part. More girls should be rolling around in the dirt with boys.
If that's what you call it. I wasn't exactly an angel back then.
I bet they called you Mr. Poopypants.
it was more like nerdboy....
*sigh* Why do people call me that?
That's not my name.
I told you, you look like an Eddie. Cherish it.
I can't cherish something that's not mine.
So I guess if I call you Brunhilda you'll cherish it too?
..That is my name.