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Feb. 20, 2015

posted Mar 2, 2015, 1:08 PM by jmarcotte@sau4.org

Reflection on Elementary School

Dear Parents/Guardians,


A student suggested that I write about my experience in school.  After reflecting, I took her advice.  First, I had to dust off the cobwebs in my mind about my memories from school.


My first experience with school was not a pleasant one.  The school thought it would be a good idea to split my twin sister and me apart in 1st grade.  After two weeks of continual crying from both of us, they put us into the same class.  The class was in the basement of James B. Crowley School in Nashua, NH.  It was team-taught with Miss Keenan and Miss Quirk.  We had over 40 students in the class, but all I remember are happy times. 


In elementary school, I was pulled out for speech therapy.  I remember putting peanut butter on the roof of my mouth and working on saying certain words.  I went to speech with a few other students, and I remember playing word games and board games.


In fourth grade, I earned straight A’s (the one and only time) on the last report card.  Fifth grade was my favorite!  Ms. Gingras was the teacher, and I thought she was so cool.  She let us pick where we wanted to put our desks!  We could have it next to a friend, looking out the window, in the open coat closet or even right next to her.  However, she had high expectations of our work!  We could not pass in a final draft with messy handwriting or with cross-outs.  We had to read 20 books and write 20 book reports.  Out of those 20 book reports, we had a few oral presentations (not my favorite).  When speaking to the class, she always had a respectful tone; I don’t remember her raising her voice.  She created an atmosphere where you felt safe to take risks.  In fifth grade, I fell in love with reading autobiographies and it is still a passion of mine.


I remember walking home from school.  My older brothers were too cool to walk with us, but they kept a very close eye on us. They were either 10 steps behind or in front of us.  As we walked down our street, Nana Langan was either in her picture window with a smile and wave, or she was already over at our house, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea.  Mom and Nana would ask us about our day as we unpacked our backpacks.


Have a great vacation week!




P.S.  Junior high (Spring Street) and high school (Nashua High) in an upcoming newsletter