So, after the Baby Madness Does Europe Post, I dug around and found my first grade picture. If that post wasn't an introduction -- May's theme over at SPC -- I'm not sure what is.
I was trying to drum up more memories of English schooling and I realized I already mentioned what I remembered the most: the custard, raising an index finger to be called on. When I came back to the states I was teased relentlessly in 3rd grade for the index finger thing -- and the accent that I contracted in Europe. How bored are eight year olds?
The only other memory from first grade was a school play. I wanted the role of God so badly, but they miscast me in some menial role instead. I guess that just said a lot about me too.
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