When looking back and remembering my days of primary school, i have something distinct to remember that sets each year apart from another.
Kindergarten, brings buttons, goldfish and the varying shades of purple in an angry woman's face.
First grade: my first encounter with I Spy books, countless teddy bears and teddy bear figurines, as well as song after song about teddy bears.
Second grade, Magic Tree-house books, Jack Prelutsky, Shel Silverstein, and the wondrous Book Nook (which i tried to recreate in my bedroom... didn't work out).
Now Third grade is probably the most memorable and the one i remember the least about...
Due to a decline in the enrollment of third and fourth graders, a class that included both third and fourth graders was needed, and so was created The Third-Fourth Split.
My teacher, Ms. Nevins was designated to teach this class. She was a new teacher at the school and had many creative innovations and ideas about how to make learning a more enjoyable experience for her students. But more than the Ice Cream Sundae Multiplications, Shaving -cream Spelling, The Price is Right math, and random episodes of Super Sleuth, i remember her obsession with Harry Potter.
I believe that it started out innocently.
I hardly remember playing the game, except that i was playing the part of a pawn and that we were playing on a giant laminated board on the ground in Mr. Rencher's darkened class room. Don't ask me how to play because i don't believe i ever knew. The important thing was that we won, much to the sixth graders consternation. It was only a few days later that as we ventured out to P.E. as a class we were ambushed with water balloons by sixth graders hiding on the roof. They demanded a rematch and all the insanity was set in play again.
Don't even get me started on Halloween. The entire thing was madness.
I read the Harry Potter books and enjoyed them, up until book 5, that is. I began to read it and intantly hated Harry. I've never tried to pick one up since. But now that the last movie(s) are coming out and everyone is going positively crazy over them, i begin to think back on that year. The Year of Harry Potter, and i wonder if there would have been anyone who i could have traded third grade years with...