|I am joining Retired Not Tired for Memory Monday|
I went to the same schools all through my early years. My elementary school was right at the end of my street. In those days the buildings housed K to 8th grade and I started in the first Kindergarten, the first year the school had opened. The school was renamed and re-purposed to a middle school in the 90's.
|James Madison Elementary School|
Since it was so close to home, it seemed we were always on the playground. I still have friends from school, as we all graduated and went on to the same high school. As I worked on this post yesterday I found a few more on Facebook.
My mom was very active with the school and was often on campus when a room mother was needed. Which was somewhat problematic, if we wanted to fly under the radar.
We were the first graduating class that went through all the grades at the school. That week of graduation, many of us got sick with the measles (no immunization in those days). I had come in second in the graduation speech competition and had to be ready to step in, I was so scared that I would have to get up in front of everyone and speak, but I dutifully practiced, just in case. Thankfully, Tommy H. was well enough to give the speech and I was reprieved. We were both sick with the measles the next morning, so our summer vacation started by feeling poorly.
The teachers through the years, were good but I the one I had that year, was truly dreadful, many of my insecurities began here. I wrote about it before, that it was a defining moment in my life.
"However, if one counts the teachers who had a negative impact on me, it would be my 8th grade teacher, Mr. Ginsberg, I even remember his name after all these years. I was on the chubby side when I was 12 or 13, I also was developing my breasts and was self conscious. I tended to stand around with my arms crossed over my chest. He called me Buddha, all the time, and I was hugely embarrassed. I guess I could have objected now, but at the time, the late 50's, there was no political correctness or anti harassment. It was bullying pure and simple. I guess he thought he was being funny....Not! He was a terrible person and should not have been a teacher."
When we moved back to California from Michigan, the kids were still in elementary school. We stayed with my folks for many months while we looked for a house, so DD1, went to 4th grade at the school. It was a few years after that, when the rebuilding and re-naming happened. Mom and Dad had nothing but traffic and parking problems as the school grew. More memories of these years here and here.
I went to High School at SGHS and have written about it several times. They were not my best years, only OK. I wouldn't go back to high school again for a million dollars.