Catch up on the makings of my memory journey here.
Our classroom bulletin board calendar was a red bandana western theme, and every morning we’d have to say the day of the week, such as, “Today is Monday, February 1st, 1988.” That’s not a real date, I just made it up as an example.
We learned the Spanish words for the colors and months.
We also learned “Roy G. Biv.” Surely you know about Roy G. Biv, the acronym for the color spectrum. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
At our class Christmas party, we made two ornaments. One was half of a styrofoam sphere. On the flat side, we pinned our class picture. Then we glued beads to the other side. Our second ornament was a walnut which we painted red to look like a strawberry, and we used a black marker to make little dots to represent seeds. We glued green felt to the top for the leaves, which had a hook going through it.
When I was in first grade, I got glasses. This was the 80s people. I chose a lovely pair of large lavendar frames. My mom took me back to class. When I walked in, a girl laughed at me.
My teacher suggested that I run for Student Council. I had to write a speech. I decided to run for secretary. The Student Council advisor said I was too young to be secretary, but I could run for 2nd grade Executive Board. I made posters and buttons which went up all over school. (And, I made them all myself. My parents didn’t do it like so many do today.) Then, all four of the first grade classes gathered in the common area, and I stood up on a table and gave my speech. Three boys ran against me, but I won the election.
In first grade, I was a Brownie Girl Scout. My troop met in the school cafeteria once a week after school. It was super fun. We wore our uniforms to school once a week. The little brown jumpers with the brown sashes, adorned with patches.
One of the funniest things about first grade: My mom got a new mini-van. This was before the modern-day SUV. It was a navy blue Plymouth Voyager with the wood paneling down the side. What a looker. I was so excited, I told my teacher all about it. When my mom dropped me off in front of the first grade building, I made her wait so I could take my teacher out to show her our new ride. Hilarious.
That’s pretty much it, I think.