lol. had fun reading all your stories guys!
Can't help laughing cause I remember how I grew up.. Oh, elementary days are the most memorable days!

being in distance ED i only actually went to my school twice a year
when it came to going on "excursions" ONLY the year six (sixth grade?) kids were allowed up back of the bus. an unwritten law of teh primary school food-chain..LOL
my memory is that my best friend and i spent all our school years trying to get up back, once we succeed but were quickly shooed away by some older kids. we even tried whining to the principal!!!!
three years ago we were FINALLY allowed up back, being year six students, we fitted us small class of five on a three/four person seat........
and spent the whole time seeing who could do the weirdest thing..like crossing our eyes or bending our fingers back or folding their tongues....all in all..we found it wasn't that great! LOL

Hmm. I'll spare the dysfunctional family ones and stick to awkwardness! This little boy named Bo had an obsessive crush on me in first grade. He told his mother (she related the story to my mother) that I looked just like Pocahontas and I had the prettiest brown eyes ever. He made me a Valentine's card, and I guess he was sort of my first boyfriend. But my most vivid memory of him involves him pushing me down so he could kiss me, while all the girls on the playground sang, "Jessica and Bo, sitting in a tree" at the top of their lungs instead of helping me. Jerks. But it's alright. I kept that Valentine and embarrassed him with it in eighth grade. At that point he was one of the most popular boys in school, and I think he was mortified to have been in love with someone from a "lower class". :D Oh, and I got my first pair of glasses in second grade. They were HUGE, PINK, and OBNOXIOUS. I was made fun of for them everyday. This also occurred around the time that a mysterious mutant fang began growing out of the gum line above my two front teeth, leading to those being removed before they should have been. I was a complete mess for a couple years. Actually, let's face it. I didn't look nice until a couple years ago. :P

well in 6th grade i got made fun of a lot(and the bullys would swear at me for no puticaler reason).

im in 6th grade. im like the nerd in my class. allthese guys come up to me and call me gay and faggot and that i had sex with some one in class (i was another guy) and im a boy

I remember in the first grade in show in tell, I brought my coin collection, and my teacher was like "Oh my God...." Then in fourth grade, we were learning about fossils, I told my teacher I had a fossil collection. My teacher asked me if I could bring some the next day, so I did, my teacher looked impressed.Then the fifth grade,I gathered a group of my fellow nerds and geeks. That year, we stole the school science lab's collection of fossils which included dinosaur fragments,mollusks, trilobites, and a whole lot of cool looking fossils and minerals.We also stole loads of computer programs, and games from the computer labs. Now that I look back at it, my year in the fifth grade was one funny and weird year, I can't believe how far my group went, and how we never got caught. Man, I was so obcessed with fossils back then!

Getting candy at the truck while walking home in 1st or 2nd grade. In 2nd grade, my birthday coincided with the last day of school, so the whole class (and teacher) came over to our house for a party (we moved away that summer, too.) Getting my stomach pumped out ("Look mom! I collected some mushrooms for dinner!"; I hadn't actually eaten any. I still claim.) Arguing with the science book in 3rd grade, and having the teacher let me bring in my chemicals for demos (eventually understanding that the book was right, many years later.) The same 3rd grade teacher encouraging my rocket-ship drawings, and casually informing me that "spaceships" didn't need to be rocket shaped. (Note: this would have been about 1969...) Getting led out of the woods by my friends after the vingar and baking soda bomb blinded me in both eyes (temporarily.) Saying "yes" when one of the tougher kids asked whether he could try to flip me. (I got a fat lip; I think he got in trouble.) Getting hit in the solar plexus with a nicely-thrown football. Being the class "shrimp." Being small and weak but somehow impossible to pin in wrestling. Being a jerk toward Jules and Phillip. :-( "Sea Hunt", and opening a savings account to save up for scuba gear. Sitting in on the high school bio class and dissecting a live earthworm. Secret coded messages sent to girls. (and then puberty came along and ruined everything.) The mini-Van de Graff I built in 6th grade; my brother's nuclear ping pong demo and underwater mouse habitat. The 6th grade teacher with the motorcycle, and the pink jeans he wore on one field trip ("interesting" in retrospect, perhaps.) Collecting Bazooka bubblegum wrappers that littered the ground, for the potential of getting prizes (Hmm. I don't remember if I ever sent in for an actual prize...) "Indian Guides" (vaguely like cub scouts.) Our rather weird 4-H troop. Astronomy, electricity, electronics; but no farm animals. The neighbor finding his dad's old chemistry set, and me knowing neat things to do with it, and them not knowing when to stop. Acquiring dangerous chemicals from the FoaF (or relative) that had gone off to college. Using the valuable persian rugs as a backdrop for spray painting in the basement, so I wouldn't get paint on the concrete floor. (Strangely, I think I have fewer really distinct memories from my "middle school" era (like, I can't remember the names of most of my teachers), and then high school gets very vivid.)

i remember i used to ask questions that my teachers couldn't even answer. lol. the other kids rejected me, the teachers didn't like me, but that feeling that you get when you're just a kid and you ask your teacher a question that they've never heard of, you just wanna say "haha, and they gave you a degree??" i loved those days. :]

I remember making some brownies for my b-day and by the time I got them to school, they had all "run" down to one end of the pan (I suppose they hadn't baked long enough, do you think ? LOL).

One memory was when my parents asked me how I did on a math test. I said, "I won." They asked, "What do you mean, you won?" I said, I beat them, I came in first, i finished first." my parents were like, "Well how many did you get right?" I was like, "i don't know."

I remember in 3rd grade i accidentally brought one of my dads Stephen King books to school and i got sent down to the principal....idk why though....

Lots of memories. One of my favorites was when I slapped kids because they made me mad. And one of my really close friends now popped my balloon... so some fists started to fly.. I had a lot of memories. One of my most embarrassing moments was when I pooped in my pants. (4th Grade). Then I went to my teacher, and I was like, "Can I call my mom." Then my teacher was like, "What?" Then I said it a little louder, and then she said WHAT? Then I had to say it loud, and everybody started laughing... it was embarrassing. :-( I have A LOT of memories, too much to put here...

I remember being 'taught' how to swim in primary school by being pushed in at the deep end and told to make my own way down to the shallow end! It put me off for years and it wasn't until I'd finished school altogether that i taught myself.

I could read before I went to school, and by the time I left primary I was reading Asimov and Clarke. Yet they had somehow neglected to teach me to write. It wasn't that they had tried and failed, they just assumed that, because I could read as well as the staff, and could answer questions correctly verbally, that I could write to the same level. Thankfully, that was over 30 years ago, and the National Curriculum at least stops pupils slipping through the net, even if they aren't lifted up by it.