Memories of Harding Elementary School

Random things I remember or at least think I remember.
First grade-remember being way shorter than anyone else. Remember passing cafeteria every day on the way to the restroom and the cook making me come in and eat a piece of bread and butter or a piece of cheese because I was "weemsie". Not sure what that meant but it would be cured by eating more fat. That's why it seemed I took so long going potty. Remember Dick, Jane and Spot. Never really cared much for Sally. Remember slips that made my dresses fluff way out and scratched like crazy. Remember see-sawing with Skippy Hicks, my main squeeze! It was a one-sided affair. The see-sawing, not the squeezing.
Second grade-remember being told I was almost worst reader in the class. Darn that Sally!
Third grade-love, love, loved art! Cried all night when I found out I had to get glasses.
Fourth grade-let's just skip this one, ok?
Fifth grade-I can speak German! I'm in a German version of Hansel and Gretel. I am a phefferkuchenkinder (Gingerbread kid-part of the fence at the hag's house) and the fairy who bops H and G on the head to wake them up. Fairy costume borrowed from Kathleen Shepherd my bff. Like the slips it was made with that nylon net stuff that they make dish scrubbers out of today. Never had to exfoliate your thighs!
Sixth grade-ah sixth grade....in math learning about mean, median, and averages....everyone went separately into the other room and got measured for height and weighed. Then they put the numbers without names on the board and we discussed averages, median, and it was just plain mean....I weighed 45 pounds and everyone thought it was so funny and was obviously so obvious who the forty five pound weakling was! Didn't enjoy math that year. Did enjoy doing the crossing guard thing. Especially if Frank Wellborn was also on duty..sigh. Slip update-this was the year they softened the material to nylon and put this blow up tube, like a bike tire tube around the bottom. You inflated it and presto, instant fluffy dress, which of course makes stick legs even more stickish. Bit of a problem when you sat down if you blew it up too full, your hem would be up your nose! Other thing about sixth grade was that by then BK Morris had asked all the girls at least once to marry him. No one ever said yes, silly BK. If Frank had asked, I would have said yes.