today is the last day of 6th grade for the girl, the last day of 3rd for the boy. i don't know how this school year has flown by so quickly or how my kids have grown up so fast. it is much more noticeable in the girl of course, hitting puberty and all. the metamorphosis amazes me.
i have the world's worst memory, unlike the hubs who has always been able to quote entire conversations from more than 20 yrs ago, but, i have glimpses of times/places in my life.
sixth grade was a moving year for my family--physically that is. when my dad was in the army we moved just about every three years; sometimes this meant moving in the middle of a school year, like in sixth grade.
we'd been stationed in n.c. from 1/2 of 4th grade to 1/2 of sixth grade. i loved my 6th grade teacher. she had a cook out at her house, taught us macrame and ceramics; she was fun. then we moved back to wv where i finished 6th grade. we stayed there through part of the summer, waiting on my baby sister to be born, while my dad went on to our next post in pa. wv was our home of record, so anytime we were between posts this is where we went, usually staying w/ one of my grandparents. 6th grade would be the 4th time i'd popped back into this hometown school for at least part of the year. i finished 1st grade in wv, attended third there and part of 4th, now the tail end of 6th, it was the last time i went to school there.
i remember one teacher from that leg of 6th grade because she loved puns and incorporated them into our language arts. although i had crushes on boys, i do not remember being as aware of boys as the girl is now. also, back then 6th grade was the last year of elementary school, not the first year of middle.
when i was in third grade, like the boy, we were also in wv. my dad was on an unaccompanied tour in korea and we lived w/ his parents full time, though i also got to spend a lot of time w/ my mom's side of the family (i always preferred that side because my mom is the oldest of 5 kids and when i was younger there were at least two aunts still living at home, in high school while my dad was one of two kids and both were married adults). i loved my third grade teacher too, she was young w/ really long, straight blonde hair. i remember stapling my thumb in 3rd grade and throwing up in school (the one and only time). it was a rough year apparently--it was also the year my mom had had enough of my behavior and took me to see a psychologist. i honestly do not remember what was so wrong w/ me that she felt the need to do this. i hated my brother (who was all of maybe 3 at the time); i think i lied a lot. i only remember one or two visits at the psychologist--that was probably enough for him to figure out i was normal and my mom just needed to get a grip and deal w/ things. personally i think part of it was the fact that up until my brother was born i was the only child and only grandchild on both sides of the family. right around the time he was born i also gained 3 boy cousins.
that year i also took piano lessons for awhile; i got to pick out the paint color for the upstairs bedroom in my grandparents house (which was "my" room whenever we were there) i picked an odd, pumpkin color that remained until my gma sold the house and moved to nc about 16 yrs ago. i went to my first concert that year, w/ one of my teenage aunts. peter frampton. : ) do you feel like i do? i went skating w/ her a lot and watched her practice her flag girl routine on my grandparent's back porch. i loved the clicking sound her boots made on the cement and the way the tassles moved. i think the 3rd grade me must have been very impressed w/ her, the impressive high schooler that she was then. one time i went in her room and tried on her retainer--yes, i know, gross huh?