Joining Mommy’s Piggy Tales and recording my youth. This year is 6th grade, 11 years old, and one great year!
My 6th grade year was my most favorite year of school. Oh 11th grade was really fun, and the first 2 years of college were amazing too. But I always look back on my 6th grade year as my favorite. Why? A combination of things. First off, there was my teacher. Mr. B was amazing. He thought that homework was a waste of time and didn’t give us any the entire year. I learned so much that year. More than I ever remember learning before. And all without the homework! I remember him taking out a few of us to McDonald’s for lunch during school one day. I can’t remember why (I’m sure we got 100% on a test or something) but I do remember it being a Friday. A Friday during Lent because one of the girls got a fish sandwich and explained Lent to me while we ate.
I remember sitting in the very back with my two best friends at the time, Janet and Amanda. We had those awesome flip top desks. I had my Trapper Keeper tucked under the desk in a little bar that was some kind of support. It held my paper. Janet and Amanda and I were on the last row. Every other row had 5 desks to a row, but our row only had the 3. And the 3 of us were inseparable.
Mr. B was amazing. I remember he brought in telescopes for us one day. We were supposed to look at different amoebas. We made our own slides and we were supposed to keep the solutions with the amoebas separate. We (the three of us) accidentally mixed them up. Then we found one amoeba eating another. Instead of being angry at us, Mr. B had the whole class come and see what the amoebas were doing. He was thrilled. He said that some of the greatest scientific discoveries came because of accidents. And I have never been afraid of having an accident since then.
Mr. B also took the whole class on a science exploration. This exploration took us to Utah (remember, we were living in Colorado at the time) and the red rocks of Moab. That was a great trip! We spent some time in Zion’s National Park, as well as Arches National Park. We had a big science journal that we had to record our findings for the 5 days we were there. We found lizards, scorpions, bugs, flowering cactus, and a ghost town named Cisco. That we kept finding. And finding. The class bought Mr. B a shirt with the town on it.
Mr. B made all school exciting. Learning was not just reading and taking tests, but activities through life. Mr. B was who got me interested in being a writer when I grew up. Mr. B made science fascinating. He is the reason why I was almost a vet or a astronomer. He was my favorite teacher.
I remember the rest of that year in a very rosy light. I had some pretty great friends. I spent long hours riding my bike through the neighborhood. I played at the local lake (which, looking back, I was probably trespassing on) and climbed the cottonwood trees and fishing for crawdads in the stream that ran beside them. I went sledding in the summer, and rode my bike to the Dairy Queen with Janet for 51 cent slushies every Friday.
There were a few bad spots in the year. Like seeing Janet’s dog get run over by her sister’s bus. And watching my dad get in a fight with some one’s dad about throwing buckets of water on us near the Cottonwood trees. Watching another friend of mine fall out of a tree near the lake and break his arm. My dad living in Utah with my grandparents because that’s where he could find a job. The dog eating my Easter basket loot.
Fighting with my brother. A lot.
But I loved him a lot too. I think all siblings are like that.
But I remember being on the jump rope team with Janet. Since I couldn’t do the big tricks everyone else could, I ran the boom box and their music. A task I took very seriously. I remember doing square dancing in gym and LOVING it. I also remember dancing with a boy I liked at the time. And when the gym teacher said we could have free dance, I actually asked the boy to dance. He said yes! And everyone else in our square danced with their partner too. We all got green slips, which were a good thing. We could turn in those slips at the office for a treat.
I remember spending a lot of time on my friend Cheri’s trampoline tucking blankets into our pants and pretending we were baby unicorns or pegasus. I also remember she had a great big round chair in her house that always reminded me of a nest. When I spent the night at her house, that’s where we liked to sleep.
For Christmas that year, all I wanted was books and a blow up sled. I think that winter I went sledding almost every day. I loved that double sled because my friends could ride with me too! We went sledding down the bank onto the lake that we were trespassing on. We went sledding down the hill on the other side of the lake and onto the brand new roads they were building back there. We went sledding at the park.
And of course, this year at Christmas we did our annual horse drawn carriage ride downtown to see the lights.
My 11th birthday that year was great. A few of my friends and I went to the miniature village. We had the whole place to ourselves. I don’t remember what we talked about, or what we did there. But I loved it.
I think this year is very rosy in my mind because of what happened the next year. Want to know what happened? Come back next Thursday to find out!