New seats, new seats, new seats! Everyone was so happy about getting a new seat and a new writing partner today. It's funny- as I moved through the classroom I saw bursts of joy as students realized who they had been partnered with. Trying to remember myself at that age I could barely remember anything about my own sixth grade classroom, and then I remembered Brook Boyle.
Brook was the goofy kid at my
table. I was quiet and definitely a rule follower. There were many
days when I cringed thinking we were surely going to get in trouble because of
him and his classroom antics. Thinking about him over 40 years later I
didn't remember any specific trouble that our table got in. In fact, I
remembered very little about 6th grade.
I do remember:
~Not being able to spell probably
and wondering why my teacher would only tell me it was wrong instead of telling
me how it should be spelled
~Making something with Plaster of
Paris- probably some sort of fossil mold
~Not being chosen for a special
weekend surprise the teacher gave her top 4 students (apparently I was the
~The red bell-bottom pants I wore
on the first day of school
Then I remembered one other thing
about Brook Boyle. He had the coolest little blue "Frito
Bandito" eraser. He didn't have it for long though. Our table
got caught playing around with the little blue guy and without much fanfare
that little eraser found its way into the hands of our first year teacher, Mrs.
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