There were so many wonderful memories with my friends.  I keep trying to think of one particular story, but can't.  So I thought I'd make a written collage of memories.

• 1st Grade - I moved here early in the year from Port Lavaca.  My teacher was Mrs. Carson.  I can remember not knowing anything that was going on because all the other kids already knew their alphabet and numbers and I knew absolutely nothing.  I also remember Deborah Macpherson being assigned as my friend the first few days to show me around.  I was shocked that the girls and boys got to share the playground at recess because in Port Lavaca they didn't.
• 2nd Grade - I remember getting in trouble in Mrs. Kenedy's class.  Lee Palmore used to tease me mercilessly with "Sherry is very hairy and marries Larry".  Don't even remember if there was a Larry in our class, but I got my feelings hurt and wrote him a note that simply said "Lee is wee and smells like pee".  Then being very stupid, when the teacher saw it, I tried to tell her that I like peas and thought they smelled good and that I certainly didn't mean the other kind of "pee".  I don't think she fell for it.  In truth, I had a bit of a crush on Lee back then.  Maybe that's why my feelings were so hurt when he teased me.
• 3rd Grade Mrs. Hefner's class - Arleta Harrison and I both had very messy desks.  One day, thinking that the shame would cure us, Mrs. Hefner told all the boys to look at our desks and to be sure not to marry either of us in the future because we would be terrible housekeepers.
• 3rd Grade Mrs. Hefner's class - Seems like Mrs. Hefner and Howard Upton were always at odds.  I can remember him standing silently, turning beet red, and looking like he was about to explode while she would admonish him.  I think she may have picked on him a bit more than the rest of us. 
• In 3rd and 4th grade, Arleta and I were great friends.  Both of us were from very strict families and we used to plan how we were going to run away someday and maybe live at Astroworld. 

I'm sitting in Ms. Pudelka's math class taking a test.  I look over and John Canals is leaning back in his chair staring at the ceiling. Ms. Pudelka asks John why he's not taking his test.  John says "I don't have a pencil."  With that comment, and I'm sure it wasn't the first of the day, Ms. Pudelka flys into a rage and tells John that he will take the test even if he has to write in his own blood.  So, almost as if the whole thing were planned and probably was, John pulls out a straight pin, pokes his finger and starts taking the test using the pin that has been dipped in the little pool of blood on his finger.