Far Guy and I were discussing elementary school days...he remembers his Kindergarten Teacher and his Sixth Grade Teacher...he could not come up with any of the other teachers names. I asked why? He said apparently they made no lasting impression on him. He went to a large school were there were several sections of each grade. He walked to school.
I went to a Grade One through Grade Four school in one building and Grade Five and Grade Six in another building. Most of my teachers were neighbors. I know all their names. I do not recall the name of my Kindergarten Teacher in North Dakota...or my Third Grade teacher in Iowa...maybe they did not leave an impression on me...or perhaps it was because I was only in those classes about six weeks, before we went back home to the farm. I rode the bus...getting on at 7:45 AM ...school must have started at 8:05 and ended at 3:25 so I was back off the bus at 3:40 in the afternoon.
I wonder do they still teach multiplication and division in Grade Three? Once you "get" it...it was fun to do...it took me a bit to get it! I recall thinking I would never pass Grade Three.
Far Guy had a few unusual happenings in grade school. Somehow he pushed an eraser up his nose...he doesn't recall how they got it out....he does recall that the teacher looked disgusted. One day he had a blister on his hand so he picked at it with his pencil...then when the red line started up his arm he kept making marks on his arm watching the progress...a classmate (Linda K) noticed and told the teacher...he said his parents were called and he was rushed to the doctor who explained how blood poisoning works. I think he was a handful.