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In 3rd grade, I thought that Chicago was in China. See....Chi and Chi in the beginning of each word..?

My 3rd grade class had a teacher's aide. She stood in front and introduced herself, saying that she was originally from Chicago.

My thoughts were: hmmm, that's funny, she doesn't look Chinese.

She was African American or Black if you will. It wasn't until grade 4 or 5 that I learned where Chicago was........LOL

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I fell in love with my second grade teacher. I thought she was the most beautiful woman ever.

... at least compared to my classmates.

Hey RIC, I think every prepubescent boy has had a crush on teacher...haha

Redskin in Canada wrote:I fell in love with my second grade teacher. I thought she was the most beautiful woman ever.

... at least compared to my classmates.

Mrs. Wells. 1st grade. She moved and broke my heart. I figure she's about 75 now - if she's alive.

The one I remember deserves a spot in the hot chicks thread.

DarthMonk

I saw puppies being born and thought they were coming out of the bitches butt. Ouch.

DarthMonk

My second grade teacher Ms. Poole (she was about 25 years old). She was wearing a very loose sweater one day and bent over to help a student in front of me with something. It was the first time I saw underboob and quite possibly where my love fest of boobs came from.

DarthMonk wrote:I saw puppies being born and thought they were coming out of the bitches butt. Ouch.

DarthMonk

Butt.........birth canal.........it's all the same, right?

My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

chiefhog44 wrote:My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

You must have gotten good grades.

When I was... I think it was the 7th grade, there was a song out called "Keep On Moving" by a group called "Soul 2 Soul". Well, there's a part of it that goes "yellow is the color of sun rays".. but what I thought (and found out years later that I def. wasn't the only one) they were saying was "yellow is the color of some rain".

chiefhog44 wrote:My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

Dude...do you need to see Dr. Phil...?

langleyparkjoe wrote:When I was... I think it was the 7th grade, there was a song out called "Keep On Moving" by a group called "Soul 2 Soul". Well, there's a part of it that goes "yellow is the color of sun rays".. but what I thought (and found out years later that I def. wasn't the only one) they were saying was "yellow is the color of some rain".

Yellow is the color of some showers

chiefhog44 wrote:My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

I think that guy worked at Penn State for a while.

chiefhog44 wrote:My 3rd grade teacher was Mr. Wilson, and I loved how he always took a special interest in playing hide and go seek in the basement after school with me. Can't remember much after I went into the boiler room down there now that I think about it.

That explains so much.

I remember wondering who made God (when I was about 6 or so) but later found out that was about as profound as anything anyone has ever asked.



Go figure.

Then there was the time a fellow 6 year old told me that the f-bomb meant "kiss." When I used it that way in front of my mom she literally washed my mouth out with Felsnaptha. That is laundry soap with lye in it.



DarthMonk

DarthMonk wrote:Then there was the time a fellow 6 year old told me that the f-bomb meant "kiss." When I used it that way in front of my mom she literally washed my mouth out with Felsnaptha. That is laundry soap with lye in it.

So, you haven't learned your lesson yet? Something tells me you're about to get the e-equivilent of lye soap to the mouth, once the man sees your language in the lounge.