Originally posted by reader1107Hating multiplication tables. Hating my teacher. She used to put diapers and rattles on our desk if we were bad and she'd methodically clean up the blackboard with a towel with lemon on it every morning. It was also really, really hot and we had to write the temperature every day in our journal.
(school age 8 turning 9 during the year)
Really. I'm about to start my fifth year of teaching third grade, but it's been a long time since I remember being a third grade student. Nothing I remember has anything to do with academics. So what do you remember?
I remember getting a beating because i flicked a counting block down the top of Sister Camilla in front of the class! Sore butt for a couple of days, but i was a legend!
Also this same nun killing a snake that came into the class-room with a shovel while yelling religious curses at the poor thing! We never messed with this nun!
Great memories!!
😀
Originally posted by lordhighgusDamn her snake killing ass to hell.
I remember getting a beating because i flicked a counting block down the top of Sister Camilla in front of the class! Sore butt for a couple of days, but i was a legend!
Also this same nun killing a snake that came into the class-room with a shovel while yelling religious curses at the poor thing! We never messed with this nun!
Great memories!!
😀
Originally posted by aspviper666She made us all get on the desks. We kids wanted to catch it, it was a Red-Bellied Black Snake ( about 4th deadliest in Australia). She sectioned this poor meter long reptile while screaming at it, spraying blood and bits everywhere. No one f*%@ with that nun. Funniest thing though.
Damn her snake killing ass to hell.
My class is all about 39 or 40 years old now and we still laugh our heads off about that one.
Originally posted by lordhighgusSister Stephanie Irwin. 😀
She made us all get on the desks. We kids wanted to catch it, it was a Red-Bellied Black Snake ( about 4th deadliest in Australia). She sectioned this poor meter long reptile while screaming at it, spraying blood and bits everywhere. No one f*%@ with that nun. Funniest thing though.
My class is all about 39 or 40 years old now and we still laugh our heads off about that one.
Crickey!
I was in a grade 3/4 split class. The memories between grades 3 and 4 are blurred.
I remember Ukranian Easter eggs, a whoopie cushion incident, skipping class for the first time to avoid an oral presentation and the nightmare of getting glasses.
The trauma watching a slide show and seeing way more than I ever wanted to see on tapeworms. 😕
Some stupid project that had us handling carpenter bugs which gave me the heebie geebies and of course the day that Marcell laughed so hard and blew the biggest amount of snot out his nose anyone had ever seen.
I guess there was spelling and math and stuff too. 😵
Well, the only thing I remember from 3rd grade was that the teacher used to cut her toenails while we were reading a chapter.
Now 4th grade was entirely different! In 4th grade the teacher wanted to give a science exhibition to the community and she picked me to be the science moderator. We spent a couple of weeks preparing for the event - we blew up balloons and covered them with paper and glue and then painted them to represent our solar system. Then we suspended them from the ceiling with threads.
I remember when all the people came to see the exhibit the lights were turned out and the "planets" were highlighted. I walked around the exhibit with a stick, pointing to the objects and rattling off the known specifications of each.
I still remember how, in the middle of my presentation, I happened to notice an old woman (she must've been nearly 40) starring at me as I was explaining the gas giant Jupiter to the crowd. As she caught my eye she smiled at me. "What's wrong with this old woman?" I thought. She wasn't paying attention to the subject material, the mass of Jupiter, how far it was from the sun, etc. Instead she seemed engrossed in me.
It wasn't until I had a child of my own that I understood her actions.