Philosophy
Kindergarten was so last year!
I figured Grade 1 would be a snap!
Grade 1
By grade one my family had moved to our house on Rupert Street in Vancouver so I went to Dr. George M. Weir Elementary, which was about 3 blocks away from my house. SWEET! My sister, Angie, was in grade 3 when I was in grade 1.
My teacher was Miss Meredith who was about as old as time and incredibly stern. I think she retired the year I went there. (Figures I got stuck with her) She'd call on me in class and I was so shy (or didn't know the answer) that I just shrugged my shoulders. That didn't impress her at all and she gave me crap for it often.
My new best friends were Deanna Barichello and Jody Herback. Deanna's dad was a musician and when I slept over at her place, he'd be jamming in the basement with his band called SLAMM. I thought it was the coolest thing in the world. Deanna also had a pool in her backyard so I was real lucky to get to play in that, too. She had a great sign on the gate. It read:
We don't swim in your toilet.
Don't pee in our pool!
Isn't that a classic? Had a cute picture, too. Deanna introduced me to Count Chocula. Her mom always had the coolest cereal. I always considered them really rich because they had a nice house and Deanna had this wicked cool bean bag chair. It smelled like cat pee, but I didn't care. We also used to eat process cheese slices like they were going out of style. Raw and everything. Now? I can't stand 'em.
Jody Herback was a scream. She used to drop to her knees every time she thought something was funny. No really. Just dropped to her knees laughing. She lived about two blocks from Deanna and I remember the first time I ever went to her house; she had two German Shepherds who would attack you on sight. I was carefully instructed not to go near the dogs unless I was already inside the house, where, I figure, they assumed I wasn't a threat or I was so good at breaking in I didn't deserve a chomp on the leg.
Those dogs scared the crap out of me. For the life of me I can't remember their names. You'd think I would remember the source of countless nightmares about being eaten alive. Probably Fang and Deatheater...