True story about me in Nursery School

[rammstein]

The teacher, after playtime, used to always call out "Clean-up time- Everyone help everyone!". That was our cue to put away all of the toys.

Apparently, one day I got sick of picking up after the other kids. You see, at home, if I played with one toy, I was expected to put it away before pulling out the next thing. At nursery school, some of the other kids used to throw things all over the place and then at clean-up time, put away one thing while we all picked up the rest of the junk.

I started refusing to pick up anything but my own toys. I saw the logic in being responsible for those messes I made, but not so much in picking up after other kids.

I was scolded for this, told I wasn't a helpful person. My protests fell on deaf ears.

Fast forward 24 years- nothing has changed at all. Nothing.

[Overpaid Slacker]

You still have playtime? Sweet!

I, for one, put away the 930 before I take out the 2002; so I hear you cluckin'.

JP

[rammstein]

Originally Posted by Overpaid Slacker

You still have playtime? Sweet!

Yeah!

And if I leave crap all over the place, my wife doesn't clean up after me, so she must not have paid attention in nursery school.

[Shaun @ Tru6]

Toys? You played with toys? I was focusing on Michelle Rhiebold and Sue Cummings. they were sweeties!

[Noah930]

Quite the precocious toddler, huh, Shaun?

Though my wife tells me my 2.5 yr-old son shamelessly flirts with an older girl (4!), Saffron, in his pre-pre-school class. She's equally affectionate, apparently. I don't know how I feel about the interesting name, but my wife admits that she's the prettiest girl in the class. Amazing how they already "know" at so young an age.

[rammstein]

What's interesting is that for awhile, I rememebr thinking girls could be cute. Then, from like Kindergarten to 3rd grade, I remember thinking girls weren't very cool.

Then, from about 4th grade on, I came to realize that women controlled the world, and curvy stuff was interesting.

[Superman]

I have similar tendencies, Rammstein. Being a liberal, folks who don't understand what "liberal" means are going to dismiss this, but it's true. With my children, and now with labor leaders and construction company managers, I often use the method of discipline called "natural consequences." It's simple. If I can't get through to someone, I just step out of the way and let them administer their ill-advised solutions. That usually teaches them a lesson. I've never been supportive of saving people from themselves. Mother Nature is an excellent teacher. She taught me everything I know.

[scottmandue]

Originally Posted by Shaun 84 Targa

Toys? You played with toys?

Spoiled kids! We had no toys... at playtime they would push us all out onto a iced over lake naked and they ones that could avoid being picked off by pterodactyls after fifteen minutes were allowed to return to the cave and stand around the fire.

And I'm a better man for it!

If you tell the kids today that and they won't believe you!

[Shaun @ Tru6]

Originally Posted by Noah930

Quite the precocious toddler, huh, Shaun?

Though my wife tells me my 2.5 yr-old son shamelessly flirts with an older girl (4!), Saffron, in his pre-pre-school class. She's equally affectionate, apparently. I don't know how I feel about the interesting name, but my wife admits that she's the prettiest girl in the class. Amazing how they already "know" at so young an age.

Kindergarten through 3rd grade recess all I did was run around the playground and kiss girls on the cheek. Still remember the day Marie Lukens complained to Mrs. Brown that I didn't kiss her. I had to give Marie a kiss.

Can you even imagine that scenario today?

Sadly, those days ended when we moved from rural CT to suburban MN after 3rd grade. Scarred me for life.

True Story. I'm 40 and single.

[Noah930]

Originally Posted by Shaun 84 Targa

Kindergarten through 3rd grade recess all I did was run around the playground and kiss girls on the cheek. Still remember the day Marie Lukens complained to Mrs. Brown that I didn't kiss her. I had to give Marie a kiss.

Can you even imagine that scenario today?

Sadly, those days ended when we moved from rural CT to suburban MN after 3rd grade. Scarred me for life.

True Story. I'm 40 and single.

I still remember my first two crushes in nursery school (Savarriah--you may, or may not, remember her as the little girl in the American Airlines commercial 30 years ago who asks for orange juice for her teddy bear) and kindergarten (Jenny Smith, prettiest girl in class). Sadly, both their families moved away, and I haven't seen them since.

[DARISC]

I was always in trouble for pouring my orange juice into the sand box so I could mold something besides a stupid little sand dune.

[Shaun @ Tru6]

Originally Posted by Noah930

I still remember my first two crushes in nursery school (Savarriah--you may, or may not, remember her as the little girl in the American Airlines commercial 30 years ago who asks for orange juice for her teddy bear) and kindergarten (Jenny Smith, prettiest girl in class). Sadly, both their families moved away, and I haven't seen them since.

don't you wish you could regain some of that carefree innocence even for just a moment?

[Burnin' oil]

I have no memory of kindergarten through third grade - purple haze and all. My only memory of fourth grade is of rumours our first year teacher was going to quit because some miscreant was making her life miserable.

[M.D. Holloway]

We had the same thing in school. I learned at a very young age from my twin brother to "look" like I was working hard but to really not be doing anything productive at all.

The important things you learn at a young age travel with you into later years.

[Noah930]

Originally Posted by Shaun 84 Targa

don't you wish you could regain some of that carefree innocence even for just a moment?

I just wonder if they're still as pretty as I remember them.

[Mo_Gearhead]

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

[on2wheels52]

Is 'nursery school' the same thing as kindergarden? That's what we had in my town. The farm kids went till noon and the 'city' ones were the second shift.
I can still name everyone in my class picture (from '57).
Jim

[cstreit]

I used to carry around a notebook and pen with me to nursery school. Loved to draw. Well one day another kid taught me to spell a word, so I wrote it on every page of my notebook. My parents were so impressed... 8" tall letters. S H * T

Oh they were proud.

[Shaun @ Tru6]

Originally Posted by Noah930

I just wonder if they're still as pretty as I remember them.

memories are a girl's best friend.

[Tim Hancock]

Originally Posted by cstreit

I used to carry around a notebook and pen with me to nursery school. Loved to draw. Well one day another kid taught me to spell a word, so I wrote it on every page of my notebook. My parents were so impressed... 8" tall letters. S H * T

Oh they were proud.

In second grade I made a "bad word box" It was a small cardboard box with a slit in the top to put little slips of paper in it. It had a few nice words in it, but all the rest were the worst of the bad words known at the time and were submitted by most of the boys in the class. On top it said "what you pick is what you are". I guess my teacher found it at lunch time and next thing I knew, I was ratting out about 10 other kids who had contributed to it. I can still remember all of us crammed into our principles little office.

Same grade I can remember during reading time, we would lay on the rug near the bookshelves hoping our teacher would walk by in her dress so we could sneak a peek.

Second grade was also the start of chasing the girls on the playground. If you caught them, you were usually rewarded with a sharp kick to the groin.

Second grade was obviously the transition year for going from a sweet little boy to an evil one.