Third and Fourth Grade were a little uneventful. I only remember a few things from each grade.
In Third Grade I remembered my teacher's name only because I felt she was so mean to me. But really I found out the word was "strict". Her name was Sister Kathleen. She was a nun who dressed in regular clothes.
She made learning more difficult and uninteresting. However, I needed to learn, as I wanted to always make my Mom and Dad proud of me. Plus, I needed to make Garrett and Jodi pay for all the grief they gave me in First Grade. Yes, they were still in the same grade as I was. However, they would get a new friend that year. His name was Patrick. So now, the "Three Amigos" were Garrett, Jodi, and Patrick. At the time, I had hit a baby growth spurt, so now I was taller than all three boys, which gave me a little advantage in saying I was "bigger" than them.
However, that did not impress Sister Kathleen. She was very strict, and I had a hard time learning my multiplication tables. She would have an interesting time holding her ruler and yell if we did not get the right answer. She would often say that she was taught by the nuns in habit and that they used to hit her with a ruler if she did not get the answer correct. So she would often swat her ruler on the desk, and scare us. However, I never saw her hit any of us, but we dared not to cross her.
Jodi, on the other hand would drive her crazy. During PE Class, the girls would have their gym clothes under their uniform jumpers. We would just have to take our jumpers off in order to participate, as our gym shorts were under our uniforms. So, we would take off our dresses and lay them on a chair.
So, to be funny, Jodi would grab one of our dresses, no matter whose dress it was and put it on. He would then run around the gymnasium screaming, "Ha ha ha ha ha ha! You cannot catch me." Sister Kathleen would come to retrieve us from class and Jodi would be running around like an idiot. Of course we could not stop laughing because he was such a "cornball". But, Sister Kathleen was not thrilled at all. She would run after him and say, "Jodi, come here right this instant." He gave her a "run for her money." But, after the third attempt, he would give the the dress to the teary-eyed girl who was dreading the "ruler" for not changing back into her uniform, and line up. Sister Kathleen would give him a stare that would kill. But, then again, he deserved it.
Unfortunately, the three boys did not change that much in Fourth Grade, and for reasons I cannot mention, I don't even remember what my Fourth Grade teacher looked like, let alone what her name was. All that I remember in Fourth Grade is that my Mom, Dad, Maria, and I went to New Orleans for a Medical meeting that my Dad had to attend. I was only allowed to go if I completed my country report on Taiwan, which I did complete. Plus, I had a very great experience in New Orleans before Hurricane Katrina would destructively hit many years later.
In conclusion, although I may have had many experiences in those two grades, I remember the least from them, my least favorite years in school. Despite my lack of interest, I still made honor roll and pleased my parents in my achievements.
In Third Grade I remembered my teacher's name only because I felt she was so mean to me. But really I found out the word was "strict". Her name was Sister Kathleen. She was a nun who dressed in regular clothes.
She made learning more difficult and uninteresting. However, I needed to learn, as I wanted to always make my Mom and Dad proud of me. Plus, I needed to make Garrett and Jodi pay for all the grief they gave me in First Grade. Yes, they were still in the same grade as I was. However, they would get a new friend that year. His name was Patrick. So now, the "Three Amigos" were Garrett, Jodi, and Patrick. At the time, I had hit a baby growth spurt, so now I was taller than all three boys, which gave me a little advantage in saying I was "bigger" than them.
However, that did not impress Sister Kathleen. She was very strict, and I had a hard time learning my multiplication tables. She would have an interesting time holding her ruler and yell if we did not get the right answer. She would often say that she was taught by the nuns in habit and that they used to hit her with a ruler if she did not get the answer correct. So she would often swat her ruler on the desk, and scare us. However, I never saw her hit any of us, but we dared not to cross her.
Jodi, on the other hand would drive her crazy. During PE Class, the girls would have their gym clothes under their uniform jumpers. We would just have to take our jumpers off in order to participate, as our gym shorts were under our uniforms. So, we would take off our dresses and lay them on a chair.
So, to be funny, Jodi would grab one of our dresses, no matter whose dress it was and put it on. He would then run around the gymnasium screaming, "Ha ha ha ha ha ha! You cannot catch me." Sister Kathleen would come to retrieve us from class and Jodi would be running around like an idiot. Of course we could not stop laughing because he was such a "cornball". But, Sister Kathleen was not thrilled at all. She would run after him and say, "Jodi, come here right this instant." He gave her a "run for her money." But, after the third attempt, he would give the the dress to the teary-eyed girl who was dreading the "ruler" for not changing back into her uniform, and line up. Sister Kathleen would give him a stare that would kill. But, then again, he deserved it.
Unfortunately, the three boys did not change that much in Fourth Grade, and for reasons I cannot mention, I don't even remember what my Fourth Grade teacher looked like, let alone what her name was. All that I remember in Fourth Grade is that my Mom, Dad, Maria, and I went to New Orleans for a Medical meeting that my Dad had to attend. I was only allowed to go if I completed my country report on Taiwan, which I did complete. Plus, I had a very great experience in New Orleans before Hurricane Katrina would destructively hit many years later.
In conclusion, although I may have had many experiences in those two grades, I remember the least from them, my least favorite years in school. Despite my lack of interest, I still made honor roll and pleased my parents in my achievements.
New Orleans is where I was born. I have only visited there once and that was two months before Hurricane Katrina devastated the city. I'm glad you had a chance to see it before the hurricane. I'm so glad I did.
ReplyDeleteMarissa I think you should number and date your blog entries. They are getting a little hard to follow due to not being dated (that I can see).
ReplyDeleteThank you Aunt Pam for that advice. I will try to put a quick note in there about my birth and then try to mention my ages in these memoirs.
ReplyDeleteAlso a quick note, I was in 4th Grade, about 10 years old when I went to New Orleans. My parents and I stayed in the French Quarter. I remember the bakery bread fresh from the oven. I remember the tasty French pastries, the music and the lovely architecture, and quaint little shops. Really it was a Grand Ole' City!! So much fun!