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Question: A book came today and I found a poem to match, Comments!?
For TD on reading your 6th Grade 3rd Degree:
CORRECTION BY DEGREES
You sixth grade principal kept a paddle
My fifth grade one a razor strop
And he, my grandmother's cousin
Determined not to play favourites
As I, coming from the city to
His small rural school
Invariably the boy on the bottom
He used this awful tool
To teach me a lesson or two
Applied to the place where one sits
Employed oft as not by the dozens
To raise up the best of the crop
Who would one day sit tall in the saddleWww@QuestionHome@Com
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
My mum held me back a year !.!. go figure!?
I was put in a classroom of 8 grades and was BORED
one teacher would twist ears when a kid messed with him
Another carried a thick ruler and did knuckles,
Bar soap was a preferred remedy for naughty mouth
I would sit and write the 8th grade spelling test with them!.
I aced it, but they never moved me forward!.!. I was bored to tears!.
I did manage to graduate and go out on my own in spite of myself!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Sad but unfortunately accurate!. I believe that public schools today are the mirrors of our neighborhoods!. Perhaps the trouble with the world today is that we are educating many children and not enough parents!. I have experienced lately that education is treated as an attempt to fill up the child's mind instead of opening up them up to so that they can distinguish between poh poh and real learning!. Regrettably most teachers today cannot teach more than what they are and from what I have seen of teachers, I pity the student!. Www@QuestionHome@Com
My first grade teacher whacked me daily on the hand for disrupting reading class for about three weeks before my mother noticed( I had already been told if I was punished at school I'd get it twice as bad when I got home!) Finally I had to read aloud from a random book in the library to get out of that damned class! No one apologized, and I never forgave them, either!. Oh no, I think I just made a confession!.!.!.arghh!Www@QuestionHome@Com
9 years of abusive nuns!.!.!.6 years of church 6 days a week!.!.!.Transferred to public school in10th grade!.!.!. when they asked me to tutor math students, I quit!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Here is my answer to the poem, posted while the book was still in preparation:
A Memory of First Grade
by Elaine P
Teacher: “Now, children, trace the capital A!. Then you can draw a picture underneath!.”
Pupil: (Traces the A once and then draws a picture)!.
Teacher: “I told you to trace the A!. Why are you drawing a stupid picture!?”
Pupil: “I already traced the A!.”
Teacher: “I didn’t tell you to stop!.”
Pupil: “But I already know how to write an A!. I can write the whole alphabet!.”
Teacher: “Don’t smart mouth me, you little baby!.”
Pupil: (Beginning to cry): “I’m not a baby!.”
Teacher: “Get your stuff, you’re going back to kindergarten, you crybaby!.”
Class in chorus: “Elaine’s gone back to kindergarten!. Elaine’s a little crybaby!.”
Teacher: “I’m calling your mother, you little crybaby!. Now get out of here!.”
Pupil: “I’m not a baby!.”
Later that afternoon:
Mother: “My daughter can read the newspaper Get her back in class before I call the cops!.”
Teacher: “Okay, but tell her not to be such a crybaby!.”
Pupil: “Mommy, am I a crybaby!?”
Mother: “No, but if I had her for a teacher, I would cry too!.”
Teacher: “Come on, dear, let’s go back to class!.”
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