Back to School Friday Five

This seems to be as good a place as any to restart a blog. I had one, "Mountains Beyond Mountains", but took it down after Katrina. Life was too raw, too sad, too everything and it just seemed that the things I had said in the months prior to Katrina were trivial and the things I had to say after the storm were too personal for the web. Well, it has been almost a year and things to write are bubbling up again.

This Friday Five is courtesy of reverendmother and when I figure out how to add the link, I will.


1. What is your earliest memory of school?

One of my earliest memories of school is from first grade. I was sent to the principal's office for READING DURING NAP. Thankfully, the principal saw the ridiculosity of the situation and helped me figure out how to better hide the books from the teacher.

2. Who was a favorite teacher in your early education?

Mrs. Lober, hands down. One of her favorite sayings was "can't means won't try". Much to my children's disgust, this is also one of my favorites.


3. What do you remember about school “back then” that is different from what you know about schools now?

I went to elementary school in Cocoa, Fla which is very close to Cape Kennedy. We used to be able to watch the rocket launches from the playground and routinely got out of class to do just that. We especially enjoyed the spy satellite launches because they were not published and when we heard them lifting off we would run en masse out to the playground completely destroying any flow of education that the teacher was trying to impart.


4. Did you have to memorize in school? If so, share a poem or song you learned.

"Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me your rear"


5. Did you ever get in trouble at school? Were there any embarrassing moments you can share?

Several members of my first grade class, (a different class than the one mentioned above, we moved midway through the year), had a very elaborate contest everyday. The aim of the contest was to get in enough trouble to have your name on the board and to be made to stand in front of the class while not getting in enough trouble to be sent to the principal. The poor, poor teacher.

There are many, many embarrassing moments but none that I wish to share.

So, now I have restarted this thing. We'll see where it goes.