First there was the getting to school. Our Safety Patrol wore orange sashes (the photo here is before my time, I can tell by the cars) and I so wanted to be one of them someday.
They also left school fifteen minutes early to get to their stations. Some Safety Patrol kids let it go to their heads, a bit like Hitler Youth, but these bigger kids kept us alive for our journey to and from school.
|We didn't have desks in kindergarten (much to my dismay) but the pic on the right shows just the kind of desks we had when I was in first grade onward. The lids lifted up and could be real finger-pinchers, but never mind...I had a desk! Ours were so old that the hole in the middle on the top flat part was probably an inkwell, but we kept our glue in that. It was amazing how much those desks could hold!
They were also good for hiding one's head. I remember doing that but I forget the details of why.
|Just by the way, the desk at the left was what we had by junior high school. They were easily adjustable and there was that basket under the seat...and they are so very streamlined...but they weren't desks like above. They were more like tables with chairs hooked on.
|I don't know what's going on in the picture at the left, and it's way older than I am, but I remember putting our heads down on our desks for any number of reasons, all of which came back to the teacher being at the end of her rope.|
However, we did sometimes do this when the teacher read to us.
In second grade, Mrs. Rhodes read the whole "Little House" series to us, starting on the first day of school. I already had passing familiarity with the books, but those after-lunch reading times were precious indeed.
|The SRA Reading Lab come into our classroom when I was in the fourth grade. You started at the front with the "lowest" level color and worked toward the back.
It was all self-monitored; you read the card, which was a story or some informational writing, and then took a short test to measure your comprehension.
But now that I think about it, there must've been some kind of teacher intervention or I would have cheated my way to the last color. Not that I would've had to cheat; I'm a good reader and always have been.
I say that last part with the assurance of someone who can't do math to save her life. I can read.
|Even as a grade-schooler, I had the presence of mind to wonder why our wall-mounted pencil sharpener had so many holes. What in the world was that smallest hole for, golf pencils?
And if they don't want you sharpening your crayons in the pencil sharpener, they darn well shouldn't have a hole that perfectly accommodates a crayon.
|Oh, how I miss Big Chief tablets! They were 8.5 X 11 lined newsprint, perfect for "ordinary" work at school and for great stuff at home. If they still existed today, I'd buy in bulk and use them for everything.
When my husband and I visited the Laura Ingalls Wilder Home And Museum in Mansfield, MO, we saw Laura's first words to the first book of her series (Little House In The Big Woods) and she wrote it on a Big Chief tablet. That took my breath away. A regular Big Chief tablet that she probably bought at the Mansfield drugstore!
What's good enough for Laura is better than perfect for me.