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Feel Good Friday – What Miss Jeanne Was Really Like As A 7-Year Old

A previous Feel Good Friday on October 21, 2011 showed a child’s homework assignment whose meaning could have been grossly misconstrued. Unfortunately it was fake, an urban legend. However, this one I know is not fake. Why? Because it is my own schoolwork done sometime late 1st grade to early 2nd grade.

The in class assignment was to write an essay. I probably started with the title “Mr. Long Visits the Moon” and changed it to “What I Hate About The Class Room”. A translation of my poor 7 year old spelling:

I hate arithmetic because we have too many problems.
I hate to be hollered at because it hurts my ears.
I hate to do morning work because it makes me hot.
I hate spelling because it makes me hot.

The drawing is  three separate vignettes of me (although why I drew myself with black and red hair is a mystery) illustrating the text above it in what was an attempt to be funny. I find it very amusing that I depict myself growling and cursing under my breath. And I am not too thrilled to be pestered by a fellow student for a pencil. And look at the sweat just flying off of me.   I have very pleasant memories of first grade and my teacher…honest, I do!

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  • Chocobo December 2, 2011, 9:58 am

    Haha, I love this. My mother found a Christmas letter to Santa that I wrote when I was maybe eight years old recently. It started with a nice list to please give all my siblings and my parents everything they would like and treat them well this Christmas, probably to butter Santa up, and then took a nosedive right at the end to ask for my own bedroom for Christmas. Nicely ask, but still, it seemed I was trying to be clever by listing everyone else first and then asking for a huge gift at the end.

  • Emwithme December 2, 2011, 10:21 am

    I still have my “news” book from my infant school (age 6) where the last page ends:

    “I love creme eggs*. I love double deckers*. I love my mummy and my daddy. I hate my brother Joe”

    Even the thought of it makes me smile to this day – there was eight years separating us and we fought like…well, siblings with eight years separating us. When I was a teen our relationship got a lot closer. I have many regrets that we’re not as close today.

    *both popular UK chocolate bars

  • Twik December 2, 2011, 10:31 am

    Am I wrong that, as adorable as this is, I’d also like to know what “Mr. Long Visits the Moon” would have been like?

  • Hemi Halliwell December 2, 2011, 1:40 pm

    Haha. This make me laugh out loud. Thanks for sharing Ms. Jeanne!

  • AS December 2, 2011, 2:01 pm

    This is priceless Ms.Jeanne! I hope your grandson can see it someday and enjoy.

  • Thel December 2, 2011, 2:21 pm

    This is too cute. And I love how you spelled “haet” -it looks really exotic!

  • Xtina December 2, 2011, 4:11 pm

    haha! Goes to show you that manners are indeed, learned. 🙂

    An ex-boyfriend of mine’s mother had hung an art project he had done as a child in their home, which was a ceramic plate he had painted and was entitled “three bad words you should never say”. The first two words I don’t recall, but they were something like kill and hate. The last one was “Van Halen”.

    I still laugh recalling that this many years later. Not sure what the problem with Van Halen was. That would have been before they lost David Lee Roth as the lead singer!

  • Ann December 2, 2011, 5:23 pm

    Very cute. I note that the drawings are much more accomplished than the spellng [sic].

  • Stacey Frith-Smith December 2, 2011, 5:35 pm

    My aunt claims that when my sister informed me that the Easter Bunny did not exist, I responded by putting my hands to my ears and running away while crying “no no no no!” at the age of six. I don’t think I was very mature at that age. I also recall insisting for a week that my name was spelled beginning with an x at about the same time. (We both spoke French, but nothing serves to explain my reasoning, unless it could have been an s….t…..(u,v,w)….X…y sequence in the imaginative chaos that is the stuff of young minds?)

  • Iris December 2, 2011, 5:36 pm

    I’m with Twik. This is so sweet, but who was Mr Long? Why did he go to the moon? How did he get there? What did he do? Sadly, these questions will never be answered.

  • TheBardess December 2, 2011, 7:06 pm

    This reminds me of my younger sister. When she was in kindergarten, my mom was one of the “room mothers” for her class. At the end of the year, Mom thought it would be nice to have all the kids draw pictures of their favorite moments from the year and then put the drawings together into two little books, one for the teacher, and one for the teacher’s aide. So Mom goes about organizing this and collects all the drawings from the kids to put them together. All the other kids give her these happy, brightly colored pictures of happy little stick figures playing at recess and smiley suns and flowers and butterflies and so on. Then Mom gets to my sister’s pictures.

    Now, my sister’s favorite parts from the school year were the fire drill and the tornado drill (we live in the Midwest- tornado drills are pretty standard here). So those were what she drew for her two pictures. Only, she didn’t actually draw the drill, with the kids standing neatly in line on the playground or crouched down in the hallway. No, she opted for something a bit more…dramatic.

    The first picture was the fire drill. It showed a bell up in the corner with sound waves coming out of it. In the center of the picture was a large, brick building going up in flames, with a cloud of smoke billowing out of it, and several people running away. The second picture was the tornado drill. It depicted a different bell in the corner (“because the alarms sound different, Mom”), again with sound waves coming out, and then a large, black funnel cloud, some stray bricks flying through the air, and more stick figures running for their lives.

    Suffice it to say that my sister is an…interesting person.

  • Belly December 2, 2011, 10:29 pm

    Bahahaha! Love it!

  • Melanie December 3, 2011, 3:51 am

    That’s adorable!

  • Aje December 3, 2011, 5:21 am

    Awww I love this. I love reading assignments from younger days because it never occurs to children to use tact… they´re always blunt and honest. Great work Miss Jeanne, I´m sure your teacher was impressed.

  • Louise December 3, 2011, 4:37 pm

    Hahaha, of course the sweat is flying off you! Spelling makes you hot!

  • Serenity S. December 3, 2011, 11:49 pm

    That’s really adorable and funny :).

  • Cat whisperer December 4, 2011, 9:57 pm

    I’ve saved some of my daughter’s similar writings and drawings from her “little kid” days. I’ve put them inside protective sleeves and organized them in a notebook, which some day when she’s grown, I’m going to give to her.

    Just a word about anyone who wants to save kids’ homework for the future: a lot of the paper that is used in schools is necessarily very inexpensive, and it becomes brittle and deteriorates very easily. If you want to save it, your best bet is to put it in a protective plastic sleeve and store it in a box on the shelf of a closet inside your house– not in your garage. Paper deteriorates faster with the temperature extremes experienced in a garage. It’s also best to not expose the paper to light, and if it’s folded, to carefully unfold it and lay it out flat.

  • Wink-n-Smile December 5, 2011, 10:49 am

    I love these stories. Kids are so much fun!

  • amyw102 December 5, 2011, 1:40 pm

    I loved this!
    My younger son was 7 when he wrote me a mother’s day poem.
    I laughed and laughed when I read the following stanza:
    ” I can live withut my DS
    I can live withut my own rum (room)
    I can live withut my bruther
    But I cant live withut my preshishest lovable mom”

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