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Wed 29 Sep, 2004 03:35 pm
Edit: Moderator: Moved from Other Languages to General
What was life like in your country when you grew up? Did you attend a public school? Do you remember your 1st teacher? Did you ever have a teacher who made a lasting impression on you? Did you have to study a foreign language?
I grew up in post WWII Germany. I remember entering 1st grade in the spring of 1950. The school building was old and crumbling, and the classrooms were heated with coal stoves. The school's name was Dionysius Schule, and we were told that it was named after an old Christian martyr. Apparently he was beheaded for his religious beliefs, but he went on, picked up his head and walked away. This was conveyed very graphically. I was a very impressionable 6 year old kid, and had nightmares about this for several days.
I grew up in the southern U.S. and attended public school. The schools at that time were, and still are, made with concrete blocks painted with thick creamy white paint. It was a vain attempt to keep children cool in the 90+ degree heat that occurs 9 months a year. Hot, hot, hot. The playground slides were metal and if your shorts slipped up while you slid down, you'd stick to the hot slide. Ouch!
The schools at the time (1970's) allowed corporal punishiment, so the teacher liberally used a large paddle to make children behave. Shoulder pinching ran a close second in the punishment catagory. I hate to say I remember being paddled for coloring outside the lines when I was in Kindergarten more than I remember any lesson.
During grade school (first six years), the teacher would explain a lesson for the first part of the morning, then pass out papers for us to work on until lunch. After lunch, we would attend art, music or physical education (depending on the day of the week) for an hour, then another lesson with more paperwork. Then lots of paperwork to take home, unless you were quick enough to finish that in class also. It was quite dull.
Junior high and high school followed the same routine in teaching (lesson, paperwork). It wasn't until University, that learning was a more engaging process.
I studied Spanish language for three years in high school and two in university. At the time, I thought there would be plenty of opportunities to practice (Florida has many spanish-speaking residents). Unfortunately, there were no Spanish speakers in my area, so my skills have diminished greatly.
i grew up in canada, i don't really remember my grade one teacher but i remeber my grade four teacher, miss iscavitch(sp), the year was 1971 - 72, she was so cool, she drove a vw bug and wore mini skirts, sweaters and knee high black leather boots, i used to purposley miss the bus so she could give me aride home
i was heart broken to discover she had a boyfriend and was going to get married