November 5, 2010
Second Grade
I entered second grade at the age of 7. My teacher was an older lady by the name of Miss Martin. It is interesting to note that my mother also had Miss Martin, she told me, many years before I got there.
Three of the major things I remember about 2nd grade was my baseball cap incident. Running into the outside brick wall of the school building and a classmate named Helen.
I had a baseball cap that I wore almost all the time when I was outside playing. One time during recess, one of my friends decided to play a joke on me, He grabbed my baseball cap from off my head, ran into the school after recess and as he ran past the girls toilet he tossed my cap in the girls bathroom.
I was pretty upset and walked right into the girls bathroom to retrieved my cap. There was, of course, a lot of screaming to be heard from some of the girls that saw me come in to get my cap.
Well when I got back to my seat in the classroom, I was asked, By Miss Martin to come up to her desk. Some of the girls who had witnessed my entry into the girls bathroom had told her. Miss Martin then proceeded to explain to me that under no circumstances should I ever go into a girls bathroom. If something like that happens, I should come and tell the teacher so the teacher can get my cap. That was the last time I ever entered a girls bathroom again.
The second event that sticks out in my mind was the time I was playing out side at recess and one of my little girlfriends started chasing me. I ran and was not paying any attention to anything except how close she was getting to catching me. The next thing I knew BLAM! I ran smack dab into the brick wall that held up the south side of the school building.
The force of the impact was so great that it knocked me down and I remember seeing some stars as I picked myself up and regained my composure.
I was then taken inside the school to my classroom where after looking at my bloody face I started to cry. I can remember Miss Martin comforting me and joking with me that next time I should watch where I was going.
The last story also has to do with my encounter with a girl classmate. I sat directly behind a girl named Helen that had pigtails. One afternoon I was tugging on her pig tails to get her attention when she jumped up and said in a loud tone of voice directed to Miss Martin that I was pulling on her hair.
Miss Martin new that she was rather cantankerous so she asked us both to come up front to her desk where she made the comment that maybe I was doing the because I was fond of her. We both turned a shade of red and returned to out seats.
Third Grade
I must admit I was in love with my 3rd grade teacher Miss Kruse. I thought she was very attractive and she would always let me go and get the milk for our afternoon “milk time”. There was an incident that happened this year that would follow me to high school and on into college.
I had gone to a Halloween party to a friends house where we really had a good time. I was attracted to a third grade classmate that started at the party. The attraction continued into the next day and culminated when I kissed this girl on the cheek in the rear of the classroom in the clothes closet where we kept our coats.
The girl’s first name was Caye and she lived in a house on the way to my grandmother’s house on East 4th street. I remember that we would meet at the movie theater on Saturday afternoon from time to time. I don’t know what ever happened to her as we never met again until we were in high school and coincidentally met at a Methodist church camp at Lake Okoboji in northwest Iowa. I will cover that later when I get to the high school stories.
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