Memory Monday on Sunday - school memories

I am playing hookey from church today. My allergies have gotten worse and I have developed pink eye in one of my eyes. I didn't think any of the parents would appreciate me giving that to their children.

I'm stealing this idea from Tori. I was impressed that she could remember way back to kindergarten when I can hardly remember last year. The more I thought about it the more it started coming back to me....

Kindergarten - In kindergarten I would chase the boys at recess to try and kiss them. We continued the quest for kisses on the school bus. I had a crush on a boy named Doug who just happened to have the same last name as me. I thought it would be cool to marry Doug so that I wouldn't have to change my last name.

1st grade - During this school year Heath confessed his love for me in a note he sent me at school. He told me that he wanted to be the father of my children. Of course I had no idea what he meant, but I gave the note to my teacher. I didn't really like Heath so I didn't care that he got in a whole lot of trouble for that.

2nd grade - I always looked up to my older sister Emily. She wore glasses and I wanted to be just like her. This year I got my wish. I started wearing glasses too. I've been wearing glasses or contacts ever since. Ugh!

3rd grade - When I was in 3rd grade my little brother was in kindergarten. At recess we would play together. One day we were chasing each other around the playground (not to kiss each other, ewwww gross). I was chasing him and he ducked under a white bar in the playground which I didn't see until it was too late. I knocked myself to the ground and wound up with a huge goose egg on my forehead.

4th grade - They changed the school boundaries before I went to 4th grade so I was in a different elementary school this year. I met my best friend Jodie in 4th grade. This year was also the year of the bad hair cut. My mom took me to get my hair cut and I left looking like a boy. At school there were a couple of boys making fun of me. My teacher, who also happened to be good friends with my parents, slapped one of the boys for making fun of me. Now a days he would be out of a job for that.

5th grade - This was the year that I learned that girls can be very, very mean. I was still best friends with Jodie, that is when she wasn't friends with Melanie who told her that she couldn't be friends with both of us. It was either me or her. Many tears ensued and Jodie and I were on again off again best friends for the next couple of years.

6th grade -

Next time I'm in Utah I'll have to get some copies of my school pictures from younger years.

In 6th grade I started middle school. Vernal was growing a lot at this point and they were in the process of building a new high school. In the mean time they had both a middle school (6th and 7th grades) and a junior high (8th and 9th grades) in the same school. We had split sessions which meant that the junior high went in the morning to school and the middle school went in the afternoon. In the winter I wouldn't get home from school until it was dark outside. I remember walking home from the bus stop and feeling like my hands were going to fall off because they were so cold. I probably had gloves, but thought I was too cool to wear them.

7th grade - We continued with split sessions this year. Around christmas time I got the great idea that if I saved my lunch money I could buy really cool presents for everybody. My lunch each day consisted of a Twix bar and a rootbeer rather than the more expensive school lunch. I am sure I stunted my growth that year.

8th grade - We moved to Salt Lake City at the very end of my 7th grade year. I attended school for one week in Salt Lake. I thought my parents were kind of dumb for making me go to school for a week, especially the last week of school. I was really glad they did though. I met Heidi during that week and she became my best friend. We spent the whole summer playing together and then when 8th grade started I was no longer the new kid in school.

Doesn't every kid dream of their school burning down? Well mine did, only it was a long time after I went to school there. This is my Junior high on fire the summer of 2005.

9th grade - This was the year that my parents got divorced. I was lucky to have some great friends who loved me and were a great support to me during this time.

10th grade - This year I started high school. I also got my driver's license. I was older than most of my friends so I was honored to drive everyone around. Our favorite things to do were to attend sporting events together. Not that we watched much of the games, but we did enjoy checking out the guys and having a great time together. I was far too shy to really talk much to boys, but that didn't stop me from being totally boy crazy.


11th grade - I'd prefer to just share pictures from this point on...12th grade -
I hope you have enjoyed this trip down memory lane. Thankfully those days are over!