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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.
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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.