Well since I’m playing catch up (it is April 16th and I’m doing all the writing prompts so far this year) I am getting a bit tired of back to back school day stories. I agree that second and third grade tend to blur together. The main difference, my second grade teacher was short, fat and not very pretty – Miss Kidd; my third grade teacher – Mrs. Prunty – was model gorgeous – dark hair – perfectly coiffed and very nice dresses. She also left mid-year to have a baby.
I do recall second grade being the time I had my first crush on a boy named David Jones. All the girls like David and I have no recollection of whether or not any of those feelings were reciprocated but later in sixth grade – David was the first boy I ever held hands with.
A more traumatic second grade memory was of coming in from recess into a dark classroom and having a boy named Michael jump out from behind the door and kiss me. That’s pretty creeping and seems totally inappropriate for second grade but that’s what I remember. Other than the surprise kiss – the only think I remember about Michael is that he licked his upper lip so it was always chapped and red – ewww!!!
In third grade I do remember that my Grandfather Kingsbury came to our class and talked about Thailand. He had spent a number of years there in the late 1950s and again in the early 1960s. I remember feeling very special that my grandfather was in my classroom.