Good morning, guys. Today I'm going to talk about two of my not so fond and
kind of embarrassing memories from kindergarten and first grade. Even though
they're embarrassing I'm gonna share them anyways though.
Hopefully you guys enjoy. The first memory is from kindergarten and so what
happened was was the class you couldn't go to the bathroom by yourself. If you
had to go the bathroom you had to take a buddy with you and the school was
separated into you know kindergarten and first graders on one side and the older
kids on the other side of the school. So the bathrooms that I was supposed to be
going in shouldn't have had older kids in them anyways. That will be relevant
later on the story though. So one of the girls in my class had to go
to the bathroom and my teacher nominated me to go with her. So we went to the
bathroom and I'm sitting there waiting for her and these girls come, these
sixth grade girls come in, so like five years older than me six years older than
me and they start talking to me and I'm a shy person I'm not very talkative
especially in kindergarten I wasn't and they started asking me my name and I
just sat there I didn't say anything. I just looked at them and you know, pretended
like weren't talking to me. Even though I knew and they were cuz I
was the only one in there and then my friend or the girl that I went to the
bathroom with I don't know if we were really friends but she comes out and
tells them that my name is Grace and they were like "Were we talking to you?"
and now that even that made me not want to talk to me even more cuz now they're
being rude. So then they look at me again and asked me my name again
and I still didn't I still didn't say anything and they go,
I don't remember exactly but they said something along the lines of "Oh do you not have
any teeth? Why aren't you talking?" and so I don't remember what happened after
that that we just walked out or something and
then up until first grade I wouldn't go to the bathroom and I would just pee my
pants because I was scared that there was gonna be sixth grade girls in there
asking me what my name was and being mean and I just remember vividly every
time I went up to tell the teacher that I peed she'd be like "You need to stop
this. You're you're too old to do this by now." and I remember my mom talking about
it afterwards with my mom like when I was older she was saying she said that I
never told her why I couldn't go to the bathroom. It came out when I was older
that was why but eventually by 2nd grade I--I was okay because that was a
different part of the school and the bathrooms I would go to were different I
was older and you know not as scared of the sixth grade girls because I was not
as not as young as I was in kindergarten compared to them but anyways. That's my
kindergarten story. My first-grade story is also kind of embarrassing it involves
the same girl that was in the story the girl who I had--I was her buddy on the
way to the bathroom, that girl is also in this story. So basically what happened
was we were, this was in first grade though, so anyways basically what
happened was at lunch when because you would go eat lunch and then go play on
the playground after you ate lunch and you line up by the stage that was in the
cafeteria and wait for one of the playground supervisors to escort you to
the playground because the cafeteria and the
kindergarten and first grade playground were not close, so they had to be escorted and
they didn't trust us. I don't blame them. Anyways so while we were sitting there I
was sitting there with my one of my close friends at the time and the girl
from the other story and I decided that I was tired and I didn't want to you
know sit there anymore so I laid down on the floor which is gross and I probably
should have done that but that's ok and the girl from the other story was
sitting there with her knees up and she has skirt on and when I laid down I laid
down in front of her cuz I was talking to her and my other friend and she got
all upset because she thought that I was looking up her skirt, which I wasn't I
was laying down because I was tired and I was talking to her so I laid down in
front of her so I could still talk to her but that's okay. So then once lunch was
over she went and told the teacher who decided she didn't want to deal with it
and sent us to the principal's office and at the time that was like the worst
thing that could happen to you know a first grader like me who's shy and I was
always trying to do the right thing doesn't ever want to be in trouble and is getting
sent up to the principal's office now for something that I didn't even do. So I
start immediately bawling I was crying so hard I couldn't breathe I can speak
and I was so upset and then my friend my close friend not the one who accused me
of looking up her skirt she came with us cuz she was a witness and she looks at
me she goes "Don't worry, I'll speak. You don't have to say anything. I'll tell
them what really happened." and I honestly don't--I remember I
remember going to that once we got to the principal's office
I do remember him asking me like what my name was and all this stuff and I
wouldn't say anything because I was crying so hard and ,Crystal, my friend had
told me that she would say everything for me so I was like I'm set I could
just sit here and not have to worry about anything I don't have to cry I
mean I don't have to talk I can just sit here and cry and you know, be upset
and I don't have to worry about speaking to the principal and I remember him asking me
why I wouldn't talk and asking my friend why she was talking for me and why I
wouldn't talk, very similar to the situation the bathroom situation. I was a
girl that did not like to talk if I didn't want to I just sit there and
look at you and just not say anything anyways after that the girl who accused
me of looking up her skirt, I didn't get in trouble I don't remember exactly what
happened after that. After he asked me why I wouldn't talk I don't--I don't
remember what happened after that I don't remember going back to the
classroom or anything like that but I do remember that me and her were
not friends anymore after that and I didn't like her after that but you
know I don't after after first grade she moved anyways and I haven't seen her
since so I guess it's not that big of a deal, right? Anyways I guess I have one more memory
I could share. I have a little bit of time. This one's also from first grade and we were at
recess and the bell had rang and so we were going to go stand outside the classroom
and wait for our teacher and there was this kid who was in trouble so he had to
sit outside the classroom and you know write standards or whatever I don't know
what he had to do--to do work of some sort and when the bell rang
we went over there and he I don't know what tempted him to do this but he went
around and just start scratching everybody like up and down their arms and stuff and
that for some reason made everybody else start doing it. Sorry my dad walked in so I edited that out.
Anyways, when he's started scratching everybody that made everybody else start
scratching everybody too, and I remember... sorry my cat is in the background he
just woke up from his nap. Anyways, I remember there was a little corner in the little
area we had to stand and so I remember just hiding in that corner with my arms
behind me trying not to get scratched by anybody and when my teacher came back
she's screamed at everybody and this was like a... I wouldn't say blood curtling
but you know a scream, she's screamed at us and it was shocking to everybody because
no one's ever heard her yell before, at all for anything and most of us had
had her for two years because she teached--taught most of us in kindergarten and
first-grade and after that she sent everybody the office. If you had
scratches you went straight to the nurse's office and if you were accused
of scratching somebody you went straight to the principal's office. She did not
want to deal with it and I remember sitting in the classroom and just like
there was nobody in there except for a few kids that weren't involved and it
was really--it was awkward after that because she was--you could tell she was
mad and she---I don't remember doing anything for the rest that day just
waiting for the day to be over but that's okay.
Anyways, those are my biggest memories from
kindergarten and first grade not mem--not--I mean they are memorable but for the
wrong reasons and not fond whatsoever but I believe that they impacted my life in
a way that is pretty good, I guess. I'm not as shy anymore because of, maybe not
the scratch fight, but the other two incidences, I'm not as shy anymore.
Still shy, most people have to say something about it every time I meet
somebody but I still talk. If you want--if you talk to me I'll I'll talk back, I
don't sit there and just stay quiet, that was a kindergarten and first grade
thing. I stopped doing that in second grade because I realized, if you talk to
people you know they won't be mean to you if I just told them that my name was
they probably wouldn't have been mean to me. I honestly don't know why I didn't
say anything when they asked me what my name was. The principal's office, I mean,
if I talked that probably would have helped my case a little bit but I didn't
get in trouble anyway so I guess it doesn't matter. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed
my stories and maybe in the future if I think of more, then you guys can hear those too. Make sure to like, comment,
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