Oct 12, 2014.
I decided to recall events from elementary school. This reads like a shitty autobiography.
I switched to a different elementary school in second grade. I remember having a conference with who was going to be my teacher (or was this after school had already started?). I was upset about something. I said that I missed my friends at my old school. I’m not sure if that was completely true, I believe I was upset about the change. I didn’t really understand why at the time. Apparently I got into the gifted education program and my previous school didn’t have it. I don’t exactly remember taking a test to get in, but perhaps I did.
Throughout that time school was easy, despite being in a better educational program. At some point I was known for consistently getting 100% on all my math tests, and I was proud of that. I couldn’t see how anyone could miss these problems as I thought they were really easy. There was more than enough time to do the test then go over it and check your work. I really only had problems with anything involving literature or writing which I kinda hated.
I remember the first day of what I think was 3rd grade, perhaps 2nd, before school started. Instead of going out to the playground, I instead sat near the front of the classroom, to make sure I got the room right. My mom put me in boy scouts which met Saturday (or Sunday?) morning. There were a bunch of bullies in the group, which really made it unenjoyable to come, so I eventually stopped going. I looked back on this at some point and thought that this made me shy. In fact, it was because I was shy that they bullied me.
I remember being different socially, and I didn’t know why. I thought I was weird. I would spend time wondering around alone at recess, but not always. This never really changed, and only in high school did I find out what introversion was.
Outside of school I didn’t have many friends to play with. Mostly stuck to video games. Now these games are my childhood. I also took piano classes, which I eventually lost interest in. I didn’t like practicing. Now I understand the importance of practice, and know enough to play mildly complex pieces if I have the time.
One of those years our class rehearsed for a musical. I don’t remember exactly how it went. Probably the play was done and the class would sing at the end. We never rehearsed without having the teacher cue us in. I noticed this, and took note of the cue, which was like 8 bars in or something. In the performance the class completely skipped the intro, including me; I was afraid of looking silly. I believe I started on the next verse and the class followed. We did have another performance at least.
One year I was on a math team. This was for a specific grade, I don’t remember which. They would have to meet before school for practice or training or something. Those who wanted in had to take a test. It was voluntary, and only a group of four would be selected. I didn’t want to do it; I did not want the commitment, but the class pressured me to do it. Naturally, I did make a spot on the team. I missed several meetings though due to either forgetting to remind mom or mom not waking me or whatever. Schools should consider starting class later. We won a few medals at the competition. Wonder what happened to them.
Many of the students from my elementary school class in the gifted education program went on to prestigious colleges and STEM majors. I’d like some stats on this.
I had two big regrets in sixth grade. The first was that I didn’t join outdoor education. I was addicted to MapleStory at the time and thought someone would play with me. And I thought $100 was a lot. That feels like pocket change now, compared to college tuition. Those couple of days were miserable. We had to do book reports that year. I hated reading. I believe there were 3 in total. Now in elementary school I wasn’t accustomed to there being consequences for not doing something. I don’t think was even warned. Grades weren’t really a thing. Most homework was easy and could be finished in less than an hour. But these actually took time. The final one I decided not to do. At the end of the year, the school hosted a bunch of fun things for sixth graders. Thing is, if you misbehaved they would take them away, starting with the best ones first. Teacher saw I didn’t do the book report and decided to take away an event for each day I didn’t have it done, something I didn’t believe. She took away recess from me so I would work on it then. At home I would play games and totally not do the report. By the time it was done I only had three lame things left.
I suppose one could take away from this is that you should let kids have fun, because some things stop being fun as they grow older. Some memories last forever, perhaps allow the older ones should be more enjoyable. I probably should dwell on the bad things in the past. I have way too much to worry about now.