I ADORED school. Well, I ADORED elementary school. Middle school, not so much.
Here we are, second grade circa 1978. (In case the clothes didn’t tip you off.) Anyone want to guess which one is me??
Mrs. Lashley was our teacher. I’ve since reconnected with her, and she’s read (and critiqued!!) my books. Why is it that meeting your second grade teacher as an adult is kind of like meeting your favorite celebrity? Or maybe that’s just me.
This is the year I first learned some sign language and we signed Do You Hear What I Hear for the Christmas pageant. I still can’t hear that song without wanting to do the sign for “shepherd boy.” (I just signed it.) I also won a coloring contest this year. The prize was an inflatable beach ball which our dog, Fred, bit. I was pretty upset at the time. Now I’d take Fred over that ball any day.
That has to be you below the boy with his hands on his hips?!?!
I LUV these kind of old pix!!
Aren’t they FUN?!?
Yes! I recognize the big smile that you still have!!☺️
(I think I’m right!!)
😃
I’m betting you are!
My first pick was the one below the boy with his hands on his hips, but then I decided you’re the one next to the boy with the white stripe across his chest.
Good eye!
Definitely below the boy with his hands on his a chest. And my mom always talks about Adrian school and how she loved it.
Good eye!
I am so blessed to be good friends with my teachers from when I was 9! We always get together when I get back to England.
What fun! Do you call them by their first names? When I’ve met teachers now that I’m an adult it’s been hard to call them by name!