What Is Your Best School Memory?
I have quite a few good memories from primary school. I had some amazing teachers and 2 years in a row I won a competition to go for a special lunch with a teacher of my choice. One year I went to McDonalds and the other we went to Pizza hut all you can eat. Having discos and school sleepovers were fun too, the gym would be all set up like a disco, the withdrawal room was set up with all our bedding and in the morning we would have pancakes for brekkie. The school camp was bloody awesome and a memory I will treasure forever. When I was in year 2, I ended up in hospital with henoch-shonlein purpura and after I came out I went to visit the class to get homework to catch up on and a HUGE envelope was handed to me. I got home and there were hand made get well cards from EVERYONE in the class, even the bullies.
I'll Go First. It's not the best story, and I expect you guys will come up with some even better ones. Mine was back in elementary school. Me and some other friends were annoyed that the "playground monitors" wouldn't let us play on the play structure the way we wanted, so my group of friends would "protest" that by only using the play structure the wrong way. It was stupid but our logic was this: They only wanted us to be safe and not get hurt because they were worried the parents would sue them. In other words, we didn't think they actually cared for us individually (this is probably true, but I cant say for sure)
my friend (crush) asked me if I wanted a sucker and I said no I don't wanna sucker I wanna suck you
So, sorry I'm commenting on all your posts, but I was just looking through them. So in sixth grade there was this bo and this boy hated me for some reason. I have no idea why, but he did. So we were playing knockout, an he kept scooting away from me (he was right in front of me) and saying, "get away from me" "ew" so when we get up to the front of the line, I can tell he thinks he will make it because he is a pretty good basketball player, right? So he shoots, AND HE MISSES and then I shoot and I MAKE IT. And you should've seen the look on his face! Ha!
I was running a mile race in 6th grade and there were other people who were cheering for me. I didn't win but it felt good that I ran an ENTIRE mile. I also ran a few other races that day too.
I have quite a few good memories from primary school. I had some amazing teachers and 2 years in a row I won a competition to go for a special lunch with a teacher of my choice. One year I went to McDonalds and the other we went to Pizza hut all you can eat. Having discos and school sleepovers were fun too, the gym would be all set up like a disco, the withdrawal room was set up with all our bedding and in the morning we would have pancakes for brekkie. The school camp was bloody awesome and a memory I will treasure forever. When I was in year 2, I ended up in hospital with henoch-shonlein purpura and after I came out I went to visit the class to get homework to catch up on and a HUGE envelope was handed to me. I got home and there were hand made get well cards from EVERYONE in the class, even the bullies.
I'll Go First. It's not the best story, and I expect you guys will come up with some even better ones. Mine was back in elementary school. Me and some other friends were annoyed that the "playground monitors" wouldn't let us play on the play structure the way we wanted, so my group of friends would "protest" that by only using the play structure the wrong way. It was stupid but our logic was this: They only wanted us to be safe and not get hurt because they were worried the parents would sue them. In other words, we didn't think they actually cared for us individually (this is probably true, but I cant say for sure)
my friend (crush) asked me if I wanted a sucker and I said no I don't wanna sucker I wanna suck you
So, sorry I'm commenting on all your posts, but I was just looking through them. So in sixth grade there was this bo and this boy hated me for some reason. I have no idea why, but he did. So we were playing knockout, an he kept scooting away from me (he was right in front of me) and saying, "get away from me" "ew" so when we get up to the front of the line, I can tell he thinks he will make it because he is a pretty good basketball player, right? So he shoots, AND HE MISSES and then I shoot and I MAKE IT. And you should've seen the look on his face! Ha!
I was running a mile race in 6th grade and there were other people who were cheering for me. I didn't win but it felt good that I ran an ENTIRE mile. I also ran a few other races that day too.
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