school dreams
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In a message dated 3/9/03 2:44:58 AM, sheran@... writes:
<< I've never heard anyone else mention having those dreams. I wonder
if it's just more common than I realize or if it's just more common
among unschoolers? >>
I've heard they're just about universal among schooled people. I guess you
just hadn't talked about dreams much is all.
The scariest for me is that it's time for a final in college, I've never
really quite even figured out where the room was, had pretty much forgotten
I was even enrolled, it's within fifteen minutes of the starting time and I'm
walking around campus looking for the building with a piece of paper in my
hand which maybe I should have looked at four months before that.
I haven't had it for a few years, but I did have it a fair number of times
long after I was in school.
One day in 4th or 5th grade I really did accidently go to school wearing
bedroom slippers. That's not ALL I was wearing, but I had forgotten to put
my shoes on and the bus came and I wore cheap, worn, fuzzy slippers all day.
I've asked people a few times what they think their stress dreams will be.
Adults with homeschooled kids have dreamed they would be about sports or
theatre, maybe. Unschooled kids haven't known what I was talking about. (I
do know one neurotic thought-spinning theatre-involved homeschooler. I could
ask him. But he went to school for seven years or so, too, so he won't be a
clean catch.)
Sandra
<< I've never heard anyone else mention having those dreams. I wonder
if it's just more common than I realize or if it's just more common
among unschoolers? >>
I've heard they're just about universal among schooled people. I guess you
just hadn't talked about dreams much is all.
The scariest for me is that it's time for a final in college, I've never
really quite even figured out where the room was, had pretty much forgotten
I was even enrolled, it's within fifteen minutes of the starting time and I'm
walking around campus looking for the building with a piece of paper in my
hand which maybe I should have looked at four months before that.
I haven't had it for a few years, but I did have it a fair number of times
long after I was in school.
One day in 4th or 5th grade I really did accidently go to school wearing
bedroom slippers. That's not ALL I was wearing, but I had forgotten to put
my shoes on and the bus came and I wore cheap, worn, fuzzy slippers all day.
I've asked people a few times what they think their stress dreams will be.
Adults with homeschooled kids have dreamed they would be about sports or
theatre, maybe. Unschooled kids haven't known what I was talking about. (I
do know one neurotic thought-spinning theatre-involved homeschooler. I could
ask him. But he went to school for seven years or so, too, so he won't be a
clean catch.)
Sandra
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In a message dated 3/9/2003 12:00:21 PM Eastern Standard Time,
SandraDodd@... writes:
which at this school meant that girls could wear PANTS! <g> So I did.
Well, NO ONE else had pants on; so I took mine off, dumped my lunch out, and
stuffed them into my lunchbox. I wore my long raincoat ALL DAY. The teacher
though I was sick because I had my coat on all day--even inside---and I
didn't eat lunch.
I was too afraid to say that I'd worn pants.
DAMN!
~Kelly
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SandraDodd@... writes:
> One day in 4th or 5th grade I really did accidently go to school wearingOH! In third grade I was told by my best friend that it was "Dress Down Day",
> bedroom slippers. That's not ALL I was wearing, but I had forgotten to put
>
> my shoes on and the bus came and I wore cheap, worn, fuzzy slippers all
> day.
which at this school meant that girls could wear PANTS! <g> So I did.
Well, NO ONE else had pants on; so I took mine off, dumped my lunch out, and
stuffed them into my lunchbox. I wore my long raincoat ALL DAY. The teacher
though I was sick because I had my coat on all day--even inside---and I
didn't eat lunch.
I was too afraid to say that I'd worn pants.
DAMN!
~Kelly
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marji
In a message dated 3/9/2003 12:00:21 PM Eastern Standard Time,
SandraDodd@... writes:
friend, and I went to a workshop together about two hours from home. I
drove. I was so comfortable and feeling peaceful. But, when we arrived to
our destination and I got out of the car and started hoofing it across the
gravel parking lot, I noticed that something was amiss.
A few years ago, life 15 or so, I was working in New York City. I used to
drive to a train station and catch a train into the City. My husband and I
both wore black Reebok running shoes. Anyway, I was running to catch the
train but I felt I had to keep stopping to tie my left shoe, which I felt
was not tied. It was tied, but I thought it wasn't tied tight
enough. Sure enough, just before I got onto the train, I looked down and I
had one great big left foot and a normal-sized right foot. I was stuck
wearing one of Jimmy's shoes all day (he had worn different shoes that
day). When I called Jimmy to tell him, we were howling on the phone about
it for quite a while. Then, when he caught his breath, he asked me if I
was pulling to one side as I walked.
The benefit of these things is that I have a keenly developed sense of
humility and it takes a lot to embarrass me. (g)
Marji
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SandraDodd@... writes:
> One day in 4th or 5th grade I really did accidently go to school wearingI did this, too. Just LAST SUMMER for goodness' sake! My husband, my good
> bedroom slippers. That's not ALL I was wearing, but I had forgotten to put
>
> my shoes on and the bus came and I wore cheap, worn, fuzzy slippers all
> day.
friend, and I went to a workshop together about two hours from home. I
drove. I was so comfortable and feeling peaceful. But, when we arrived to
our destination and I got out of the car and started hoofing it across the
gravel parking lot, I noticed that something was amiss.
A few years ago, life 15 or so, I was working in New York City. I used to
drive to a train station and catch a train into the City. My husband and I
both wore black Reebok running shoes. Anyway, I was running to catch the
train but I felt I had to keep stopping to tie my left shoe, which I felt
was not tied. It was tied, but I thought it wasn't tied tight
enough. Sure enough, just before I got onto the train, I looked down and I
had one great big left foot and a normal-sized right foot. I was stuck
wearing one of Jimmy's shoes all day (he had worn different shoes that
day). When I called Jimmy to tell him, we were howling on the phone about
it for quite a while. Then, when he caught his breath, he asked me if I
was pulling to one side as I walked.
The benefit of these things is that I have a keenly developed sense of
humility and it takes a lot to embarrass me. (g)
Marji
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In a message dated 3/9/03 11:13:13 AM, marji@... writes:
<< A few years ago, life 15 or so, I was working in New York City. I used
to
drive to a train station and catch a train into the City. My husband and I
both wore black Reebok running shoes. >>
We stayed with friends in Maryland a few years ago. Family with a kid, our
family, our kids. The parents both would go to the train station and into
Washington DC to work.
One morning we got up and Kirby's black shoes were GONE. Really, truly gone.
We ended up buying him some, I think, or maybe he wore flip-flops. That
night, the dad of that family came in, wearing Kirby's shoes.
The kids had all watched TV in the parents' bedroom, and had taken off shoes.
Gerry the dad had a new pair of black shoes he wasn't totally used to.
Kirby's were kind of new. Gerry woke up, put shoes on, and went to work.
Mystery solved.
Sandra
<< A few years ago, life 15 or so, I was working in New York City. I used
to
drive to a train station and catch a train into the City. My husband and I
both wore black Reebok running shoes. >>
We stayed with friends in Maryland a few years ago. Family with a kid, our
family, our kids. The parents both would go to the train station and into
Washington DC to work.
One morning we got up and Kirby's black shoes were GONE. Really, truly gone.
We ended up buying him some, I think, or maybe he wore flip-flops. That
night, the dad of that family came in, wearing Kirby's shoes.
The kids had all watched TV in the parents' bedroom, and had taken off shoes.
Gerry the dad had a new pair of black shoes he wasn't totally used to.
Kirby's were kind of new. Gerry woke up, put shoes on, and went to work.
Mystery solved.
Sandra
Pamela Sorooshian
On Sunday, March 9, 2003, at 08:58 AM, SandraDodd@... wrote:
1200 students.
I was "ball monitor" in kindergarten and had to stay outside and close
the ball cabinet up while everybody else went back inside after recess.
Well - I got the cabinet closed up and turned around and ALL the kids
had gone inside, the doors were all closed, and I had NO CLUE which of
the doors was to my classroom - there were a bunch and they all looked
alike. So I walked home - about 3 blocks. They didn't notice I was
gone. I sat on the porch and waited for my mom to come home (she was a
teacher). She walked me back over and showed me how to tell which room
was mine so that it wouldn't happen to me again.
-pam
> The scariest for me is that it's time for a final in college, I'veI went to a huge suburban elementary school - k-6th grade with over
> never
> really quite even figured out where the room was, had pretty much
> forgotten
> I was even enrolled, it's within fifteen minutes of the starting time
> and I'm
> walking around campus looking for the building with a piece of paper
> in my
> hand which maybe I should have looked at four months before that.
1200 students.
I was "ball monitor" in kindergarten and had to stay outside and close
the ball cabinet up while everybody else went back inside after recess.
Well - I got the cabinet closed up and turned around and ALL the kids
had gone inside, the doors were all closed, and I had NO CLUE which of
the doors was to my classroom - there were a bunch and they all looked
alike. So I walked home - about 3 blocks. They didn't notice I was
gone. I sat on the porch and waited for my mom to come home (she was a
teacher). She walked me back over and showed me how to tell which room
was mine so that it wouldn't happen to me again.
-pam
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In a message dated 3/10/03 11:33:45 PM Eastern Standard Time,
pamsoroosh@... writes:
that has a son. When he was in Kindergarten the principal looked out the
window of the school after all the buses had left and saw the boys walking in
the field next to the road. The parents were called in and scolded and the
son was disciplined (code for spanked). My question was what happened to
whoever was supervising him. When I was in school the teachers made sure the
younger kids got on the bus and got on the right bus. Is there no one
watching while the kids get on the bus. He saw something in the field and
walked away instead of getting on the bus and when he turned around the bus
was gone.
So sad
Pam G.
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pamsoroosh@... writes:
> . So I walked home - about 3 blocks. They didn't notice I wasThat must have been scary. I know that a friend (more of an acquaintance)
> gone. I sat on the porch and waited for my mom to come home (she was a
> teacher). She walked me back over and showed me how to tell which room
>
that has a son. When he was in Kindergarten the principal looked out the
window of the school after all the buses had left and saw the boys walking in
the field next to the road. The parents were called in and scolded and the
son was disciplined (code for spanked). My question was what happened to
whoever was supervising him. When I was in school the teachers made sure the
younger kids got on the bus and got on the right bus. Is there no one
watching while the kids get on the bus. He saw something in the field and
walked away instead of getting on the bus and when he turned around the bus
was gone.
So sad
Pam G.
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mummyone24
--- In [email protected], genant2@a... wrote:
<<My question was what happened to whoever was supervising him>>
Just last week here in Fl there was a boy that drowned when he was
out at the beach for a day with his friends. They were all in middle
school. They spoke with the father and he was asking how this could
happen. That he pays for transportation to take his child to and from
school. The bus picked his child up that morning and somewher along
the line, the boy and his friends were able to skip out and head to
the beach.
Mary B