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Post by Admin on Jun 16, 2020 9:32:32 GMT
My elementary school years
Again, I can't remember every single detail, but feel I do need to jot down things that stood out to me while in elementary school, before I forget or unable to, will name schools I attended, classmates, and how our relationships evolved as we grew, and other events within family and or social stuff that still stands out to me at the time.
More to follow.
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Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2021 4:30:36 GMT
5th grade camp
Tony Culp was 'the man', well back then was 'the kid', he was like a 5th grade version of John Travolta or 'The Fonz'.
We were tight once, but when Father moved us out to Albion, the divide begin...even at that age it's amazing how territorial and cliquish people are.
Tony Culp was a 'Alpha' for sure, and all the gals drooled over him, he literly had celebrity status.
Anyways, will never forget while at 5th grade camp, which was a legendary anticipated even we all looked forward to when in elementary school, and that is for one week, all the 5th graders in Pullman would pack up and go to some camp (What a dream time looking back)
So it was equivelent to different colleges all converging together at a camp, old friends meet, people checking each other out, ect...even though only in the 5th grade at the time...let's see, that would of made me around......11?, 10 or 12???
I forget...but again, doesn't matter, cause when young like that and around peers, it feels like you're an adult, and pretty much dealing with same social dynamics, without the 'bills'.
Anyways, because I wasn't lilly 'white', I had more course hair, and was terribly ashamed of my hair when I compared it to the easy flowing hair of my pears, so I always wore a hat, and the hot I chose to wear for this camp was a very ugly one, none the less it comforted me.
'As long as they can't see my hair I'll be alright', I thought to myself...silly me.
Well for some reason, Tony Culp, the Alpha male, felt like teasing me in front of others, so he ran over, while I was sitting on picnic table, and snagged my winter hat off my head...I think it was the red, black and green one.
And the chase was one, I kept chasing him, 'Hey, give me back my hat', as others watched.
Tony was in complete control of the situation, he was just cool like that, and was probably testing me, probably thought I was tougher than what I really was, and looking back I wish I had just chilled instead of chasing him around like a geeky nerd in front of others.
In the end he gave me back my hat, and to this day I could see the look in his eyes as if I let him down.
As if I were about to cry and so his eyes said this 'OK you cry baby, here's you hat, you're not the 'man' I thought you were'...
To this day I think about that moment.
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Post by Admin on May 24, 2021 18:34:10 GMT
One of the worst things, to this day, I remember about elementary school was sitting across lunch table from a spitter, meaning every 'class' had that one or two or three classmates that when they spoke, they'd spit, and at lunch even worse, cause they'd be sitting across from you and get to blabbing about something, then here comes the chunk of meat or something, flying right at you and landing in your food, to which you'd have to just toss the whole tray away, at least I did, cause you never knew where the spit landed, so to be safe I'd just toss the whole tray away.
And some classmates, I suspect, would do that on purpose if they wanted your lunch...'Burt', from Jefferson elementary, is one guy I suspect did that...Burt and 'Nole' were good pals back then...can't believe I just remembered 'Nole'...he was a cool strange kid back then or classmate of mine, but as he aged he became very 'unruly', I think he struggled to find his identity which was eventually some where between 'rock' and 'punk rock'..
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Post by Admin on Aug 23, 2021 13:42:25 GMT
It's been so long ago, but there are still moments, when attending elementary school, that still stand out to me as if last weekend.
Lunch room time, the smell of food, when young, is way more vibrant than when older.
And then you associate the smells of food, when younger, with moods, moments and memories.
Lunch boxes, paper bag lunches, lunch tables, the sound of chatter all around, and not really always knowing your place in it all, it just all still stands out.
And even 'lunch tickets', for those who wanted 'hot meals'...I remember the teach would, while in class, take a tally on who was getting 'hot lunch', ect, I guess so the cafeteria would know how many meals to prepare, I'm sure now days it's much more sophisticated.
I wish I could relive all those years again, but hopefully the second time around I'd be less shy and more assured of self.
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