I Threw Up on My Teacher!
By Buck on Jun 26, 2008 in peron75 vlogs
First Grade vlog!
Any stories from first grade!?
I am sure it was just yesterday for some of you!
SPILL IT!Here is the link! http://youtube.com/watch?v=zhm-PpbeJ8M
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By Buck on Jun 26, 2008 in peron75 vlogs
First Grade vlog!
Any stories from first grade!?
I am sure it was just yesterday for some of you!
SPILL IT!Here is the link! http://youtube.com/watch?v=zhm-PpbeJ8M
i threw up on my teacher too!!!!! yay us!!!
reneefk reply on June 27, 2008:
LOL. I think my niece threw up in Kindergarten.
ray208101 | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
The most vivid memory I have of first grade is walking down the hall and looking into the second and third grade classrooms. I thought they looked so BIG! I couldn’t wait to be one of them! And then we I actually got to second grade, I realized I was still puny.
Haha
CourtneyHadtoHaveIt | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
I think it’s great that you can remember 1st grade, you’re just a little older than me, and I can’t remember anything from 1st grade. Thanks for sharing though, great story & memory. xoxo Liana Now 2nd grade I do remember some from hopefully when you do that video I can remember it still and tell you then
reneefk reply on June 27, 2008:
Ugh. Same here. I have a really bad memory
lchildre | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
My 1st grade teacher was named Mrs. Cole. I remember getting the award for being the most caring toward my teddy bear (on Teddy Bear Day).
It’s amazing how you remember your childhood so well.
Share pictures!
ellegirlsays | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
ha okay. so i already posted my story on youtube
BUT I just thought of the best ISH word.
CRAYPAS-ISH
(: cause buck’s gotta have his craypas.
and how dare that teacher tell you that you can’t use them.
i think she deserved the throw up more.
but oh well.
(:
Brob123 | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
Aw. the craypa (is that the word? is that how you spell it? XP) story was sad. XD But 64 crayons isn’t anything…I just bought a 96 pack a few years ago and I’m in grade eleven.
DedicatedRR | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
lmao! you threw up on her?!?! AWESOMENESS!! xD
lol don’t know why!
lol
I don’t really remember 1st grade, i just kinda remember being all excited about finally being in the “big building” lol and not in kindergarten anymore.
OH! i remember that i was excited to get homework
the first day of school i expected homework, when we got out of school with no homework i was like what?! no homework today?
I think I just felt interesting if I got homework, just like the big kids
but yeah..i kinda remember 2nd grade a little better so I look forward to it
mucho love <3
muAH!*
roxyrox | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
i remember 2nd garde better than first so cant wait for second grade vlog =)
michigurl2 | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
OhMyGosh!! My 1st grade teacher didn’t believe i was sick either! I went up to her twice complaining of a stomach ache, and finally to shut me up she sent me to the clinic… Turns out, I went right to the ER, and my appendix was about to erupt, and I was in the hospital for over a week….. yeah, she felt really bad after that
dancensations02 | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
All I remember is that my teacher hated me and that I got yelled at for mixing watercolors. Lol.
Her name was Ms. Olive. *shivers*
Amiranda413 | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
It’s so funny how your talking about grade one! i remember mine like it was yesterday! lol
well what i do remember was that in the class room, we had a really big sitting area where we would sit and play with toys, well i hit a little boy because he took a toy from me! and i remember the little boy telling on me and the teacher getting really upset with me…:( then i had gotten really upset..and well you know where that goes! lol
*its funny too, because years after I had ended up going to the same high school with the little boy I hit.
rach | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
I just vaugely remebr my teacher being old. That’s all I really remeber about 1st grade. That’s kinda sad ’cause for me, it was only about 7-8 years ago.
mynameisnotmaddie | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
(AH! My first Buck post!!
I remember first grade, but not necessarily the classroom. In the library of the school I went to, there was a series of books that I LOVED…it was called Rose Petal Place (anyone remember this series?? It came out in the 80s!) Anyways, I would always go to the library and only read those books.
Oh, and I remember something tramatic (don’t we always remember that which is tramatic?? lol) I was riding home from school on the bus and the bus driver named Ms. Pepper (seriously! no lie!) dropped me off at my house. I ran up to the door, waved goodbye to my bus driver and turned to go inside. But when I turned the knob, it was locked! I realized that my mom’s car wasn’t there and that no one was home! I completely lost it, I started crying hysterically, calling out for my bus driver to come back, “Ms. Pepper! Ms. Pepper!” Very sad, but hilarous at the same time. Well, it was only about five minutes that I stood out there and I saw my mom’s car turn the corner and drive up to our house. She came out and comforted me, she said she was just running a few minutes behind from her errands that day and she took me to get some ice cream (how cute:).
SO there are a few memories from first grade…I wish I could vlog them, but I won’t have my sweet-mack-daddy iMac until mid-July (boo-hoo:(
Until then, I will comment away!!
mrs_dublin | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
LONG STORY ALERT! (I warned ya…)
I didn’t attend Kindergarten, so I was super-excited about starting First Grade.
The week before First Grade started, I was outside riding my bike and decided to try steering it one-handed. Wow, I was good! I was certain, as skilled as I was, that I could even ride my bike with no hands! Woohoo! Look at me, riding my bike with no hands! That’s right, I’m tough…
I have no idea where that tree came from. I swear, it just appeared out of nowhere.
Embarrassed, and IN PAIN, I run home (sans bike). I think it was my Dad who went back and retrieved my bike from the mysterious, evil tree. In the meantime, I was busy convincing my mom that I was perfectly fine and uninjured (I was afraid of doctors back then).
The next morning, when my acting abilities waned (and the pain did not), Mom took me to the doctor for evaluation.
I started First Grade a few days later, with my right arm (broken in two places), in a cast. I had to learn all my lessons left-handed (I’m right-handed).
It doesn’t stop there.
Picture this little girl, with her broken arm, sitting at her little desk on her very first day of school (sound pathetic enough?).
Then the teacher checks to make sure all the students are present. “Raise your hand when I call your name”. I never raise my hand. Why? Because she never called my name.
My teacher walks to my desk and asks me my name. I tell her: “Cissy”. She looks at her book and says “Is your mother Mrs. Smith?” I say yes. She says “Honey, your name is ‘Celeste’.” I look at her like she’s nuts, and insist my name is “Cissy”. She insists it isn’t. I become upset and they finally had to fetch my brother from another class to come in and convince me that my name was indeed “Celeste”.
Later, at home, I confront my mother with “Why didn’t ever tell me my name was ‘Celeste’?” (insert big pouty face and tears). It was like my identity had been suddenly changed. Who was this “Celeste” person I was supposed to be?
I was so upset about the “new name”, that I refused to let anyone call me “Cissy” outside of my family. That lasted until High School, when this guy I was dating heard my mom call me “Cissy” and said it was cute. That’s all it took. Just like a scene out of Sybil, I made peace with my identities and now go by either name.
Morals of the Story:
1. Bikes have handlebars for a reason.
2. You can’t make a broken arm go away by pretending it doesn’t hurt.
3. Make sure your kids know their names.
4. Never underestimate the influence of a cute guy’s opinons on a teenage girl.
Buck reply on June 27, 2008:
OMG thank you for sharing that! Are you a blogger? that was fun to read!
cissypoo reply on June 27, 2008:
Nahhhh… I’d probably put it out there (that’s what she said!), and then no one would ever come and read my little stories, and I would feel sad.
I do keep journals though - always have. Maybe someday, I will transfer some of the more interesting stories to a blog… somewhere.
I’m glad you enjoyed reading it!
Jamie reply on June 27, 2008:
poor cissy!! You know, Mike didn’t go to Kindergarten either and I’ve always thought that was weird but now here is another person who hasn’t. And of course people would read your blogs. I know I would!
regamom reply on June 27, 2008:
Cissy I loved your story. I would listen to your vlogs!!!
You always write fun info!!!
Reggie
reneefk reply on June 27, 2008:
I totally would too..that was a well written story
lchildre reply on June 28, 2008:
That was great cissy, great way in telling the story and I loved the morals at the end too
Liana
cissypoo reply on June 28, 2008:
Wow, thanks for all the nice replies! I feel all special now!
cissypoo | Jun 26, 2008 | Reply
They were auditioning for the school nativity, the competition was fierce especially among the girls. i would have settled for the angel gay-briel, but i had my eye on the part of joseph. ok so my teacher was beautiful, her name was miss trussel and she had the most enourmous breasts, all the boys were in love with her. so one day i decided to draw a naked picture of miss trusssel with her name written on it and pin it on the inside of my desk, (old wooden one) all the lads would come for an oggle at lunch, but none of us knew exactly why we were all so facinated by it? so at the end of the week miss trussel decided to do desk inspection and well i got rumbled big time!! she took the picture looked at it, smiled and screwed it u into a little ball and chucked it in the bin. needless to say i got the part of joseph, lol.
camdenaintburnin | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
Lets see. Well in the UK we dont really have 1st grade, but heres some stories anyways.
i rememeber wetting myself in assembly and denying it even though there was a yellow puddle around me. I had to wear some boys trousers from lost property.
I remember my first day where I fell over ad sliced my knee open. Yeah it hurt…a lot!
I remember being in nursery school and the teacher said i could paint a fish later and guess what…I never did
I hold that against her forever.
Oh and i rememeber showing the teacher my new velcro shoes and hopping down the hallways yelling I have velcro shoes. Get your own. Okay I didnt say get your own but it was a good addition to the story.
Yeah my first year in school was pretty CRAZY!
awayinmyhead | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
I had the same teacher for first and second grade, so the memories of those two years seem to merge together into one really REALLY long year. I wouldn’t say that I was teacher’s pet, because I certainly didn’t do anything to encourage her, but she seemed to like me too much. She’s always pick me for special jobs over anyone else. I also go to play the lead in a play, I played Brer Rabbit. Actually, its wierd. I distinctly remember rehersing for the play, but I have absolutely no memory of actually doing the play! I’ve been told I did it, but I don’t remember at all. I don’t even know what Brer Rabbit is!
My most embarassing moment of first/second grade was accidentally calling my teacher Mum… but I’m sure everyone does that at some point. Right?? Right????
Craig Peters | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
Well, I stabbed someone with a pencil. He was pulling my hair.
That was the one and only time I ever got into trouble at school.
emmetkelly | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
So…it all started with a girl named Christine. She was, how shall I say, a Bitch! Yes, it is possible for frist graders to attain this title, but anyway. She was one of those girls who even at that young age had managed to become the girl who everybody for some reason wanted to be her friend. Her mother would bring Philipino food for us for lunch and green and red cellophane wrapped popcorn balls. She was the popular girl, (but I think the popcorn balls were the big winner in the situation.)
I at the time had the bestest friend in all the world, Madeline, we were always together and whatnot. And one day before recess, Christine comes to me and says that she is going to tell Madeline not to be my friend anymore unless I steal a pack of Crayons from a boy that sat in front of me.
Rory was a nice quiet boy, now that I think of it, he was a very nice little boy. (I wonder what has happened to Rory?) Rory had misfortune to sit in front of me that year in Mrs. Drops class, and his pack of Crayons had the misfortune to end up in my back pack that day and come home with me for the weekend. I kept them for almost a week, and Rory was heart broken…(lol, over a box of Crayons) and the teachers at St. Rose Catholic School were upset that there was a theif in their first grade class.
Now, being the nice Catholic girl that I was raised to be, I had to confess, the guilt was killing me. At first I told my mom. And not in a calm way, I just burst into tears at the coffee shop and said, “I did it! I stole the Crayons!!” She had no idea what I was talking about and once I told her the story, she laughed and told me that it would be fine, I just needed to go and tell Mrs. Drop what happened.
…it gets better…
Monday morning, standing in front of Mrs. Drop with my Mom and Dad, I tell her that I was the one who had taken the Crayons. That it had been Christines idea and that she had told me I was not going to be able to be friends with Madeline…blah blah. And as she was trying to reprimand me, I was getting so nervous and anxious, I dont know what came over me but I turned to my mother and just bit down on her boob! Right in front of my teacher, I bit my mothers boob and made my mom laugh when we should have been having a serious learning moment.
So there, that is my First Grade Moment!
lizaruby | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
I went to Catholic school when I was in first grade, a nun was subbing for our teacher who was out sick or having a baby or something. During that week, Sister Mary Something had graded some of our homework assignments and called me to her desk to return it to me. When she handed to me, it was cover with red ink of typos she had corrected and a big fat F on the top of the page. She asked me “what do have to say for yourself?” I could get over how this bitch had marked up my paper with red ink…I didn’t care about the grade…I was pissed about the red ink. I told her, “Fuck you!” What happened next would have totally got that bitch arrested today but it was 70’s and my parents had gone to catholic school too, so I was on my own. Aside for the beat down, I was kicked out of school for the rest of the year. I’m now agnostic, go figure.
MissFruitfly | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
Well I don’t know the equivalent of first grade in Ireland but I can totally relate to the “crayon=power” thing!We used to be given a box of crayons between four people and whoever got the red crayon was the leader.I’ve no idea why but we used to fight for the red one and everything!Lol.I met my best friend when we shared a red crayon and to this day she calls me (wait for it) RedCrayon.Awww…lol.
WannabeBallerina | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
I don’t remember much about first grade. I will probably say that a lot because we moved so much when I was growing up that it is all a blur. We were never in a school more than a year until I reach high school! I do remember having our class in trailer though. I remember thinking that “big kid” school sucked if we had to be in trailers. And I remember having a workbook that we punch out paper “coins” from to learn to count money. All I could think was “I am never aloud money..why do I need to count it?”
Jamie | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
I loved first grade!!! My teahcer was Miss Letts, and she was young, nice, and beautiful. We were all sad because she was getting married that summer. The rest of the school years sucked!!!
regamom | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
I don’t remember 1st grade. But I was always really shy throughout school.
reneefk | Jun 27, 2008 | Reply
OMG!! I threw up on my teacher too, but it was 2nd grade. Too funny! I don’t remember my first grade teacher or much of what happened that grade. Strange, I remember all my other teachers.
casey1225 | Jun 28, 2008 | Reply
LOL! I cried a lot at school too! I just wanted my mommy! lol! I cried wolf too! But i was a good actor! i always got sent home! YAY me! lol
adriandtellez | Jun 29, 2008 | Reply