SOL #7 - remembering again

Today is Day 7 of the SOL March. It is been held at  "Two Writing Teachers" blog by Stacey and Ruth.

I wasn't sure what I was going to write about until I found my old Gr. 3 report card while looking for something else. I had had it out to show my class.

What a difference to report cards of today. It was still arthmetic, silent and oral reading. My best subject was spelling! As I got older Math would be one of my top marks.

It certainly made me remember many things:

-living in Rosemere, Quebec  and starting Grade 3 there and then moving to Scarborough, Ontario at Easter

-having my appendix removed  (My teacher was probably tired of always complaining of not feeling well and brushed aside my newest complaint. \that night I was rushed to the hospital. In those days, the hospital stay was 5 days. It was a lonely time at night. The worst tho was my brother trying to make me laugh. I didn't complain too much more that year!)

-having to learn cursive in a couple of weeks (from my left-handed mother) as my new class was already writing in cursive

-my new teacher Miss Olafson, who came to visit a few times

-picking a trillium in the small wood lot behind the school one recess and being told I would go to jail as that flower was Ontario's flower. I remember throwing it down and running crying to the school.

-going to the bookmobile each week and taking out 4 or 5 books to read

It is surprising what you remember once you start  thinking about the past. It took me awhile to make friends at my new school but I did enjoy it there. We would move several more times throughout my school years, always within Scarborough - just had to go to different schools. It became harder and harder to make friends - I was afraid we would move again.

Those moves resulted in my being determined to keep my children in the same school and grow up with close friends. When I divorced their father, I moved from the country into the small town 10 miles away. the children stayed at the school  - they were still upset because they had to change buses!
But they all have wonderful friends all these years later that they are close too. For that I am glad I did what I did.